A Whole New Light (8 page)

He closed his eyes for a moment. She was tight, hot and wet, squeezing him like a glove one size too small. Heaven on earth. This hadn’t been what he’d planned, but his plans didn’t seem to matter right now. All that mattered was making this woman belong to him in a way she’d never belonged to anyone else. His cock pulsed as her muscles rippled.

She moaned, a long, deep, needy sound.

He bit her neck then smoothed the rough spot with his tongue.

He thrust, letting all his raw emotion flow from his body into hers. “Oh.” She sighed as though relieved.

He shifted angles, pumped. Her cunt clenched around his cock. He gritted his teeth as pure sensation speared through him. He bent his knees and drove hard and high into her, circling his hips so his pelvis rocked against her clit.

She let out a shriek. He locked his position and hammered home. Into her ear he ordered, “You will never run away from me again. Understood?”

“Yes.” Her fingers dug into his shoulders. She twisted under him. The corners of her mouth drooped as her lids squeezed tight.

He slowed his pace. “Look at me.”

Her eyes opened, they glittered wet under the dim light. She shook her head. “I can’t. I’m sorry. Not even with you.”

Jesus, this was going to kill him. He leaned down and brushed her lips. A soft touch, a brush of flesh against flesh.

With great reluctance, he pulled away. Straightened. “Listen up, little girl.” He put steel in his voice. “You’re going to come all over my cock in about ten minutes.”

Again, she shook her head.

He held up his wrist and showed her the digital watch. “What time is it?” The pale green light glowed in the darkness.

She frowned, and he stroked her pussy with his cock in a slow, deliberate tease. “What time?”

“Eleven twenty-eight.”

“Raise your hands above your head.”

Confusion played across her face as questions filled her gaze. He squeezed her leg. “I’m going to let go. If you don’t keep my cock inside you, you’ll be punished.”

Her gaze darted away as her pussy clamped down on his erection. He laughed. “You won’t like it as much as this one.” He slapped the outer curve of her thigh, and she clenched again. He thrust, once, twice, three times. “I used to fantasize about spanking you.” He leaned down and brushed his lips over the satin-smooth skin on her neck. “The reality is so much better.”

“Oh. Yes.” Her head fell against the brick.

“Don’t worry, sugar, by Monday morning you won’t be able to sit without thinking of my hand.” He grinned at her. “Staff meetings will never be the same.”

She groaned. “Eth, please.” She rocked, her swollen pussy rippling along his cock. “Can’t we, um, pick up the pace?”

“Now you’re just begging for it, aren’t you, Violet?” She shook her head. “Sorry.”

“Don’t worry, I know plenty of things designed to keep you in line.” He let go of her leg and her muscles tightened along his hip. “Good girl.”

He waited until her gaze was trained on him then pulled his belt from the loops. Her eyes went wide. “W-what ar—”

“No questions.”

Her mouth snapped shut.

He reached over her head and wrapped her wrists with the wide leather strap. As he stretched, his cock began to slide from her body. “Remember what I said. Work those muscles to keep me inside or I promise you won’t like the consequences.”

Her wet, hot cunt rippled along his shaft and he pressed closer to chase her heat. He hurried his motions, drawing the strap through the buckle and pulling tight to lock her wrists in place. “Keep them above your head.”

She nodded.

her.

He hooked one leg over his elbow, deepening their connection. He thrust hard into

She cried out.

“You have one job.” He bent his knees, sought the angle that made her gasp. “Come. That’s it. Don’t think. Don’t question. Don’t fight.” He plunged into her. Her inner walls tightened. “Submit to me. Please me. Let go.”

She jerked and moaned. He pumped harder. Faster. Deeper.

With his free hand he found her breast, played with the hard bud. She let out a small wail.

“That’s it.” His lungs burned as he fought for air. Pleasure prickled at the base of his spine and his balls tightened as he slammed his hips, each stroke hitting her clit. Her hips moved with him now, with no resistance, no restraint. “Come on, Violet, fuck me.” He squeezed her nipple hard, applying pressure until she threw her head back and screamed loud as her cunt squeezed and spasmed along his cock, sending him over the edge with her. His orgasm exploded through him, shaking his very foundation as he emptied inside her. He thrust into her over and over until he was drained and Violet was trembling from the aftershocks.

Exhausted and more relaxed than he’d ever been in his life, he pressed his sweaty forehead against hers.

“What have you done to me?” she asked, her breath uneven.

“Loved you,” he said simply. Because it was true. He lifted his head, and her eyes blinked back at him, once again shinning with tears. She opened her mouth, closed it, opened again only to snap it shut. He smiled at her.

Poor thing was at a loss for words.

In the mood for play, he leaned in close and nipped at her bottom lip. Lifting his wrist, he showed her the watch. “What time is it?”

Her expression eased and she rolled her eyes before gazing at the glowing face. She sighed. “Eleven thirty-six.”

“Ah, look at that, I even have two minutes to spare.” He pulled out of her and discarded the condom then reached up and undid her bound hands.

They spent the next several minutes adjusting their clothes and grinning at each other like idiots. When the task was complete, he pulled her close and kissed her long, slow and deep. The kiss held both promise and possession. When he lifted his head, he stared into those violet eyes that had captivated him since the first time he’d seen her three years ago. “Ready to go home?”

She searched his face and, if the pure joy on her expression was an indication, found what she was looking for. She gave him a smile so brilliant, so genuine his heart skipped a beat. “Yes, Master, I am.”

“Are you going to obey me?” Ethan’s voice sounded winded as he thrust hard into Violet.

She hung her head, letting it rest against the rumpled bed. Her fingers clenched into the sheets as her pussy clamped around his cock. A scream erupted from her throat as an explosive orgasm threatened to consume her.

A slap landed on her ass. She jerked as stinging heat spread along her skin. “Answer me.”

What had he asked? She searched her mind. Pleasure raced along her skin. Oh god, yes. So, so good. She pushed her hips back, meeting his. She’d come so many times last night she’d been sure she’d never come again. But he proved her wrong and made her crazy all over again.

Smack.
Her ass stung as he spanked her over and over. She moaned, lifted in offering, met his blows, reveling in the fiery sensation.

“Violet. I’ll ask one more time.” His words were punctuated with hard, labored breaths. “Are you going to obey me?”

He hit a spot deep inside her. The spot that made her lose all reason. She pushed up onto her elbows. The pressure building inside her tightened and loomed bright and promising. “I’m going to come.”

“No.”

“Goddamn you.” She beat her fists against the mattress. Sweat broke out on her temple as she fought her body’s needs. His denial made her ache, made her ready to die just to come, made her willing to do anything.

He reached around her waist and his fingers snapped against her clit. Shocked, she jerked as pleasure rocked through her. “Oh,” she cried out.

Again he tapped those talented fingers. She screamed. Her muscles quivered.

He laughed, that low, wicked laugh that told her she was in trouble. It made her all the hotter. All the wetter.

She licked her lips, fought to find the words. “May I come, Master?” He thrust hard and higher, pushing her across the bed. “No.” “Can’t. Take. Any. More.”

“You can.” He sought the swollen bud between her legs, squeezed.

The orgasm rushed over her, she let out a loud wail that a month ago would have embarrassed her but now she didn’t even notice as brilliant light flashed behind her eyelids and her body shook.

Seconds later, Ethan’s shout filled the room as he spilled inside her, filled her up.

She collapsed in a heap, and he followed, resting against her back as they both fought for breath.

Several minutes later, he kissed her neck. “We’ve got to go.”

She moaned. The last thing she wanted to do was go downstairs to the hotel meeting room and give a blasted presentation. All she wanted was to stay in bed with him. She sighed. “If we must.”

They untangled their limbs, stopping to kiss and tease as they dressed. Of course he’d made sure they’d gotten ready early in anticipation of not being able to get out the door without a “good, hard fuck” as he liked to call it.

That was Ethan, always prepared, like a deviant, perverted Boy Scout.

He buttoned her blouse, pausing to suck and lick her nipples. Desire she’d been sure was spent tickled low in her belly. His mouth pulled deeper, his tongue licking along the tip. She moaned, pressed into him.

He pulled away and smiled, looking thoughtful. Her heartbeat kicked up.
Oh no.
That expression made her tremble both in anticipation and panic. She knew he took it easy on her, easing her into their relationship and his control over her. But his requests were increasingly getting harder, more demanding.

He cocked his head to the side, his gaze dancing with devious mischief. “You know you never answered me.”

“Hmm…” she trailed off, somehow hoping that her non-answer would divert him, knowing it wouldn’t. She suspected the only reason he’d let her get away with not answering was because it suited his plans. She pointed to the bathroom. “I need to go freshen up.”

He shook his head. “I don’t think so. You need to be reminded who controls you, and what better way than giving a presentation with no panties and filled with my come.”

Her throat went dry. A couple of weeks ago, he’d insisted on the formalities of a blood test since she was on birth control pills and he didn’t want any barriers between them. Now he was using it to his advantage. “You wouldn’t.”

“I would. I do.”

“B-but this is work.”

He raised one brow. “Oh? So I only own you during non-business hours?”

She bit her lip, thinking on a way out. She couldn’t do this. Now she’d wished she’d just answered him. What had she been thinking? Ugh. Damn man made her lose her head. “Umm…no.”

“Hang on.” Before she could ask where he was going he disappeared into his adjoining room. People at work had begun to realize they were involved, but Ethan and Violet didn’t flaunt their relationship. In only moments he returned, holding a small black cylinder-shaped object.

Her heart thudded, skipped a beat. “What?”

“You came,” he said simply.

“So did you.” The retort left her mouth before she could hold it in.

On a long, exaggerated sigh he shook his head. “Put your hands on the dresser and lean over, Violet.”

“I will not.”

One thick brow rose up his forehead. “Keep testing me, sugar. I can think of all sorts of interesting ways to torture you.”

Could he? Really? What could be worse than this? Nothing that she could think of.

Of course, she’d made the mistake of thinking that before only to be proven wrong.

He stroked the line of her jaw. “You hold on to this defiance, and that’s fine, but then you’ve got to pay the consequences.”

He was right. She did hold on to the fight, somehow scared to give it up, afraid of what would happen between them if she did. She took a deep breath. He knew many more tricks than she did. If she denied him this, she didn’t doubt she’d pay double her current fine. She leaned over and put her hands on the dresser.

He walked up behind her and smoothed his hand over the curve of her hip. “Good girl.” He flipped her skirt up so the fabric fluttered onto her back. He reached around and slid his fingers over her clit. She responded to his touch as she always did, a jolt of pleasure spiraling through her.

“Mmmm… I love how you’re such a little slut for me.” He slid his fingers inside her, thrust until she arched and moaned, then he withdrew.

She shook her head. “No, please.”

“So greedy. So needy.” Suddenly his fingers, wet with cool lubricant, circled the tight ring of her ass. “I’m going to take you here, very soon. I think this is the perfect time to start preparing you.”

Desire shot through her. She’d been waiting for this, wanting it, but he hadn’t done anything but mild, feathery touches that were over before they began. She squeezed her

eyes shut. It was just like him to pick a time she was most vulnerable to introduce her. She tightened.

The tips of his fingers eased into her opening. “Relax.”

She responded to his command, letting her muscles unclench, loosen. He slid his finger inside and she rippled with a dark, forbidden pleasure. Another finger followed the first, filling her, stretching her. She couldn’t help the moan.

He pulled out, circled the puckered skin, thousands of nerve endings danced to the music he set. She pushed her ass higher into the air, a silent offering.

He leaned down, nipped at the lobe of her ear. “You’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”

She nodded.

“Tell me. Ask me for it.”

She gulped, swallowed. The need he invoked in her, it was insatiable. He worked it. Kept it right at the forefront, making it impossible to lose sight of the fact he controlled her body. On a sob, she said, “Please fuck my ass, Master.”

“I will, soon.” The head of the plug pressed at her quivering opening. “This is the smallest of three, they increase in size, when you can take the largest, I’ll fuck you.” The tip slid in. “Relax and push back.”

She did as instructed, resisting the urge to tense, to fight. She’d read enough to know the more she relaxed the easier it would be. It stretched, burned, filled her, but god, did she want it. When it was inserted, she breathed out.