More. I give her what she craves.
When the flogger has kissed every part of her skin I’ve planned to touch, I check in. Her eyes are closed, features soft. She’s mostly gone already. “Green, Sir.”
She’s on the edge. I can take her beyond to the space where she’ll float free. I leave the flogger on the table and select my crop. The first flicks to the fleshy part of her ass leave satisfying patches of ownership. Her slight gasps sing to me, calling me to continue. My marks on her testify to the care I provide. The care I want to deliver in all ways. If only she’ll let me.
I breathe through the gaping ache in my chest that threatens to take me out of the scene.
Increasing the intensity, I fill in any bare spots, taking her skin from deep pink to red and her mind to subspace. When I move to her inner thighs, she screams out. Not in pain but in release. She fucking orgasms for me.
I’m the fucking king of the world. I drop the crop on the table and sweep her hair back to get her tear-filled eyes on me. “Color, baby?”
She smiles, then slurs out, “More, Sir. Please.”
I release her wrists and legs and scoop her in my arms. Stone’s there with a blanket and water, just like old times. Only better because this time, I’m not letting her go.
“I want more orgasms.” Her words are barely audible as if she’s speaking from a dream.
“I’ll take care of you.” I can’t wait to get her back to the hotel. But first, I need to bring her back to earth.
Stone crosses the club to where Eliot, Cade, and Blake chat with the bouncer from earlier. Pierce? Alex is deep in a rigging scene, tying his intricate knots. No one will intrude.
My guys gather around us as Amy sips water, slowly descending from the high we shared.
“You ready to go?” Stone asks, tucking my tools away.
“We’ll catch a rideshare.” I don’t want to end their night early, but I have to get Amy somewhere private, and I don’t know this place well enough to figure out if they have private rooms or if they’ll even allow a non-member access to one. “You guys stay. Have fun. I’ll see you in the morning at the breakfast buffet.”
Stone and Pierce follow me into the elevator, Stone carrying my bag. I leave Amy in his care when Pierce guides me into the women’s lockers, where I retrieve her coat, purse, and panties. We get outside, and the ride is already pulling up.
“Glad you had a good time,” Pierce says with a genuine tone. He’s an instantly likable guy. I can see why Cade and Blake reached out to him.
“Text me when you get there,” Stone says before he closes the car door.
We’re at the hotel in minutes. I text Stone with one hand while holding Amy with the other. She’s come back to life and nuzzles against my neck. If I were a different guy, I’d be fucking her in the back seat of this stranger’s car. As it is, I barely get the hotel room door closed before she drops her coat and wraps herself around me.
She presses her lips to mine. I tilt my head back. She’s never kissed me. “Are you sure?”
Her lips are on mine again in a silent response, so soft, so eager, so sweet. I’m not waiting for words. I lock my arms around her and slip my tongue inside to tangle with hers. Her taste, her warmth. I’m inside her for the first time ever in such a small way—a common way—that is so far from ordinary or any other experience I’ve had. She clings to my shoulders. Her body sways with me in that same perfect rhythm we had on the bench. Every breath perfectly synchronized. Every tilt of her head, lick of her tongue, and shift of her lips draw me deeper into her. Heat. Passion. Demand. I skim my hands over her, touching her everywhere. Nibbling the soft flesh of her lips before diving in deeper. Sucking her in. My heart races.
She wiggles her hips. My hard cock presses against her softness, but there are too many clothes. I grip her ass, and she moans into my mouth, filling me with an insatiable ache. Can I take this further?
I’d give my eyeteeth to have her naked and under me. My hands gripping her red cheeks. My cock railing in and out of her body, fucking my wife until she releases all over me.
Amy pulls at my shirt, and I free myself from her clutches. She’s hyped on endorphins from the scene. I have to be sure what’s happening here is what she truly wants.
“If you want to come on my cock, strip, and get on that bed.” I put all the command I own in that single sentence and hold my breath.
ELEVEN
“Drive.” Enzo pointed at the windshield, and the lackey in the driver’s seat pressed the gas. The flight had been long and miserable. The entire reason he came out was the dumbass next to him. Given one job, he’d fucked it up. At least the loser made it to the airport on time and had the tools Enzo had requested. He’d also found out the name Mia was using—Amy Davis—and that she’d been living in Alabaster, running a hotel called the Sunflower B and B. Something was better than nothing.
His father, Enzo Sr., always said if you can’t find someone to do the job right, you gotta be willing to do it yourself. He glanced up at the vehicle's ceiling.Well, Pops… I took your advice, he thought.
The number he’d saved on his phone rang several times. Mia answered. “Thank you for calling the Sunflower B and B.” Fucking recording. “If you’re calling to book a room, we’re closed for updates at this time, but please check the website. Alabaster Sunflower B and B dot com. Or if you prefer, leave a message, and I’ll return your call as soon as I can. I look forward to hosting you in the near future.”
The sound of her voice made his trigger finger itch. The cunt was going to pay. Enzo hung up despite the temptation to leave her a scathing message about what he planned to do to her for killing his father. That would be as dumb as his stupid grunt bumping her car and scaring her into driving to the police station. Why warn her when her gasp of surprise before he sliced her up would be music to his ears?
Enzo closed his eyes, visualizing the spray of red coating him as he gave her what she deserved.
