Page 43 of Crave Me
Chapter Fifteen
Chloe
Oh My God. I could barely breathe. Was it possible to die from sex? From having a man who could make you come until you saw stars? If it was, it was how I wanted to die. With the taste of Simon sliding down my throat.
He rose off me, running his hands down my inner thighs, massaging them lightly as his hips moved back. I lost hold of his hips as he pulled out of me, and then his hand was at my neck, helping me sit up.
I was brushing off his come that had dribbled down my cheek when he disappeared, and came back with a warm cloth.
“Here.” He tilted my head back with one hand and cleaned my face. “I can’t remember the last time I came so hard.”
His eyes were teasing me, and I grinned. Every time he made me come it was a new, life-altering experience. The fact he experienced the same sent a trill of satisfaction down my spine.
“Thanks,” I whispered. I’d never truly believed I could do what I just did. He hadn’t restrained me, but I’d been under his control all the same, and it was only one more lesson for me to learn.
I didn’t need bindings and whips to submit. I only needed his touch and commands.
The realization was heady, and I blew out a heavy breath.
His husky laugh caught my attention. He was twisted, looking over his backside, pants halfway pulled up. I laughed, quickly covering my mouth with my fingertips.
He mock glared at me. “Your nails dug into me.”
Sure enough, there were four half-moons where I’d gripped his hips and on the sides of his ass was one more from my thumb. Two had broken skin and a tiny drop of blood rose from the scratch.
I rolled my lips together to stop from laughing harder. “Sorry?”
“Sorry, my ass you are,” he said, his eyes full of humor and none of his Dom vernacular. “I suppose it’s apropos. I know my marks are still on you, and now yours are on me.”
As if he’d just spanked me, and it wasn’t days ago, my ass burned where his marks remained. Desire shot straight to my sex.
I was sitting on the bed, still naked, and I shifted, pressing my legs together.
“Everything okay?” he asked, his eyes narrowed.
“Yeah. Can I have my clothes, though?” I gestured to the pile where I’d thrown them.
He bent and picked them up, handing them to me without releasing them. “You’re confused.” He inspected me in a way only he could. Grinning, he dropped the clothes in my lap and stepped back. “And just the reminder of me spanking you has made you wet, hasn’t it?”
I could have denied it, but I’d already accused him of lying to me earlier. Slipping my arms into the sleeves of my pajamas, my fingers trembled as I worked the large, plastic buttons. “Yes, I’m turned on at the thought of you spanking me, and yes, I’m confused.” Once my breasts were covered, I fixed my attention on him. “What are we doing here?”
“Spending time together. Getting to know one another so we can trust each other better when we play. Are we complaining?” His arms crossed over his still bare chest.
I drank in the delicious expanse of his skin and muscle and power he’d just used on me, before lifting my head to him. “No. I’m not complaining. So you’re saying this is all clinical? Something you do with all your subs?”
“You’re not just a sub, Chloe. You and I have a history and your family complicates things.”
“Right.” I stepped into my pants and re-tied the waistband. He pushed off the wall and became a blockade in front of me, preventing me from leaving the room. “So glad we could work on our trust tonight, then.”
“Give me a small break, here. Your family finds out about this, who knows what in the hell they’d do. Go public? I’d lose my job, my entire teaching and coaching career. You know what’s at stake for me in this.”
All the enjoyment of the evening and the exceptional orgasm he’d given me vanished.
“Okay, then. Thanks for stopping by.”
I went to skirt around him but he flung his arm out, gripping my bicep. “Don’t get bratty on me now. I’m not telling you anything you don’t already know.”
“Then why did you come here?” I was seething. I knew his risk, but I could handle my family if something ever did happen. Cassie despised him, but she hadn’t given them the full specifics, either.
