Hold Me Close (10 page)

Right now he wanted in her. Period. He glanced across the cavernous space where the bedroom waited and instead swung her toward the desk he’d used earlier for drawing. Much better.

From here, they had a view of the outside storm and he was beginning to understand why she enjoyed it so much. The dark clouds and violent waves matched every dark emotion he couldn’t control washing through him. He eased her onto the table as much as possible, but she still had to use her arms to keep herself from falling against the glass window.
 

“Dex—”

He narrowed his eyes and growled. She got the message and clamped her lips shut. If he had a modicum of control left, he’d take the time to find a gag.
 

Instead he spread her legs, grasped the root of his cock and pushed inside her tight, wet sheath. Dex forced himself to stop when he’d worked his way to fully seated. He had to find the will not to hurt her and give her a chance to adjust before he rode her like the animal he now was. All the blood in his body had drained to his cock and trying to control it was damned near impossible.

“You drive me fucking crazy, baby. All I can think about is your hot cunt wrapped around my dick.”

Her muscles fluttered around him as he spoke and Dex dug deeper for some resolve while fighting pleasure so intense, he barely breathed. She didn’t understand the kind of demands their connection brought out in him. Talk about caveman. He gritted his teeth and let the rumble in his throat roll deep and loud.
 

“You weren’t supposed to be here.” He couldn’t resist working two of his fingers at her clit until she squirmed against him. With another wave of pleasure rolling through him, he realized nothing he did when she was around turned out smart. “The plan was I’d spend a few days here, work you out of my system and then, when my head was on straight, help you find a new Dom.” He pulled half way out of her pussy and shoved back in on a hard thrust.
 

“That’s the way it was supposed to be, dammit.”

Letting some of the turmoil keeping him wound tight free, Dex fucked in and out of her glorious pussy. Every thrust was met with a pleasure filled moan from Bonnie until he couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled free. “On your knees, Bonnie sub.”

She twisted with his arm and settled on her hands and knees on the desk. In this position, they were both facing the window and when he entered her from behind the first splash of rain slammed against it.

“God Damn, Bonnie. I can feel everything like this. Your beautiful pussy is clinging to me.”

She cried out, either from his words or the possibility he’d hit the sweet spot inside her. Either way, he kept going, moving in and out of her in a fast, furious rhythm.
 

“I tried to be gentle with you, you know. But it’s impossible. You’ve driven me damn near crazy at every turn.” He leaned over her back and played with her nipples, rolling them between his fingers. This was the only way he knew how to try and calm the raging need storming inside him. He literally wanted to drive into her until they both passed out.
   

Bonnie pressed a hand against the window and wailed. She loved having her tits manhandled. He pinched both nipples until he heard the catch in her throat. Mmm. He should have grabbed some clamps from his bag. The weighted ones would be perfect.
 

Dex moved again, stroking her silken walls until he knew she was ready to explode. He trusted she’d find a way to wait until he gave permission. She was a good girl.
 

He increased the tempo of his thrusts. “This is all you, baby. You did this to me.” Dex grabbed the mass of dark hair she kept flinging around and pinned her head in a backward slant. “One taste of you and all I can think about is how to get inside you again. I have half a mind to chain you to my bed and never let you go. I could turn you into my personal sex slave.”

His stomach jerked at the image of beautiful Bonnie with the generous curves collared and chained like a slave girl. That would certainly take the daddy thing to a new level for her. And the idea she’d be naked and ready for him whenever he wanted drove him to fuck her harder. She bounced and jerked under the onslaught and only his hands gripping her hair kept her from a full face plant into the window.
 

He studied her back and marveled at the gorgeous crimson flush of her skin. He imagined that perfect porcelain skin with his ink worked into it. The new design from earlier flashed through his mind and he knew immediately that no matter what happened, she had to have it. Had to.

In the back of his mind, he heard a voice telling him to slow down and take things easier with her. He ignored it. She woke something inside him that had no conception of satiety. It only wanted more. And he aimed to answer that demand. Dex lifted her hips until her feet left the floor and slammed fully inside her.
 

“Never. Going. To. Get. Enough.” He punctuated each word with an equally hard thrust. Her body shook roughly now and he knew she couldn’t hold out much longer.
 

“Do it, Bonnie. Come on my dick. Fucking soak me.”
 

Her wail started deep inside until it grew to a scream. Every muscle in her body quivered and her pussy sucked on him so hard, he thought he’d fall right behind her. But he didn’t. Instead he fucked her so damn deep, he imagined his cock touching every inch of her. Hopefully striking every nerve ending, until his Bonnie girl became one writhing mass of electric pleasure.
 

Eventually her screams turned to whimpers and he decided he’d give her a break while he changed their positions. He wanted the bed and he wanted it now. He slipped free from her clutching body.

“No,” she cried.

He ignored her protest and no longer cared that she’d broken his no talking rule.
 

“Don’t fret, baby girl. I’m not done. Not even close.”
 

He hauled her into his arms and carried her across the room to the bedroom suite. No sooner had they cleared the door, he maneuvered her face down onto the mattress. He lifted her hips until her pussy was perfectly aligned and he thrust into her.
 

“Oh my God,” she cried. She tried to push up with her hands, maybe scramble away and he grabbed them out from under her and folded them around her back. With probably more force than he needed, he held her down and fucked her like the brute he’d always thought he could be.

“Dex. I—I can’t breathe.”

“Yes you can, baby. Take it nice and slow.” He urged her to breathe slowly while his hips picked up the pace. He felt like the damned energizer bunny with the power switch flipped to unfucking believable. His whole body burned with all the sleepless nights when he’d imagined only this. Fucking his Bonnie sub.
 

“Come again, Bonnie. Do it.”

 
There was nothing rational about them now. He wanted her wet and crying when he finally exploded.
 

“You’ve been killing me for weeks. Hell, a lot longer than that." As he stroked in and out of her, his weight bore down on her arms until he knew she couldn’t move an inch.

“You're mine, girl.” He doubted she heard him. Her muffled screams were still loud and filled the cavernous room. Her body bucked and twisted as the most powerful orgasm he’d ever seen rolled through her. He’d gotten her off more times than he could count and never had she been this out of control. Or this into the moment. He never wanted it to end.

Oh shit.

His cock jerked with a mind of its own. Dex squeezed his eyes closed and after a few seconds of useless fighting he gave up, unleashing a blast that shot through him in spine-tingling time. He bellowed in unison with her screams as his release ignited another round of powerful spasms through Bonnie.
 

Nothing in his life thus far had come even close to the pleasure of coming inside her. He’d marked her in more ways than one and neither of them would be forgetting it anytime soon. From this vantage point, he saw all the bite marks across her back and sides and he knew if he ever stopped gripping her hips she’d bear bruises for days.
 

Quiet sobs finally broke him from his thoughts and he opened his eyes to see Bonnie’s face turned to the side with tears running down her cheek and into her mouth.

He unscrewed his grip on her arms and eased from her body. He turned her over and gathered her into his arms. She’d need a bath and some rest, but for now he really needed to hold her.
 

He wiped the tears away until the last one fell before finally asking the question he feared most. “Did I hurt you?”
 

She shook her head. “Not in any way I didn’t want to be hurt.” Still breathing heavy she finished her statement with a tired smile and just like that, he wanted her again.
 

“Jesus, Bonnie. Don’t look at me like that or I’ll have my cock up your ass before you can say please.”

Her eyes widened a flash before they sparkled.

“Don’t you dare say it. I
will
get my belt.”

For a few seconds she looked unsure, half-torn between being good and being bad. Suddenly his spent cock didn’t feel quite so done and the idea of fucking her beautiful ass sounded appealing as hell.

“Please,” she said, her eyes dropping down to his dick.

“Well, fuck me. You said it anyway.” Moving on instinct alone, Dex rolled them over to the side of the bed and he pushed her to her feet. He smacked her butt and said, “Go get my belt then, Bonnie sub and present it properly.”

Chapter Nine

Bonnie wobbled on her legs for a few seconds before some of her drained strength began to return. She may have lost her mind taunting Dex like that. Already her body ached from the last twenty-four hours. Yet the idea of Dex behind her wielding his belt pumped new fire through her veins. She wanted more, whatever it took to wear her out. Every bite, swat and thrust, until she couldn’t take anymore. Then and only then did she have a chance in hell of walking away.
 

She straightened her spine and entered the living area where he discarded his clothes. With hurried movements, she pulled the belt from the floor where he’d discarded it and turned back to the bedroom. She feared if she took too long he might change his mind and end things now.
 

Not yet. Please not yet.
 

She had more space in her head for memories she needed to fill. Bonnie halted. Wait. She sifted through the jumbled mass of emotions running through her and realized the one that haunted her — guilt — did not exist. For the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel guilty. Nor did the ache of sadness threaten to topple her any second. What the heck happened?

She stared at the open doorway not fifteen feet in front of her and knew. The man waiting inside had helped her change. Every tear she’d shed had been worth this moment. Dex understood what she needed and he pushed her until she opened up. With her gaze fixed on the belt resting in her hands, she decided what to do. Both Jim and Dex had insisted on complete and total honest communication and thus far, she hadn’t exactly excelled in that area.
 

Jim wanted her to be something that hadn’t quite fit and Dex wanted her to explore every possibility before deciding on her next move. He’d assumed a lot about her and she let him believe whatever he wanted. In reality, what he’d shown her and pushed her to had finally opened her heart. There were still walls and some half-truths she needed to deal with, but he gave her the confidence to do so.
 

With those final thoughts running through her head, she walked through the door with her eyes cast down as she approached the bed. Her peripheral vision couldn’t tell her much other than he still sat on the bed.
 

She remembered his instructions and obediently sank to her knees, holding the belt out in offering.

“Bonnie, look at me.” His gruff demand startled her, throwing her quickly off balance.
 

With a healthy dose of reluctance and fear he’d changed his mind, she looked at him, noticing his cock stood at attention on the way up. Her stomach flipped but really jolted when she saw the heat in his gaze. It didn’t look like he’d changed his mind at all.

“You should know I tried to be nice. I was going to curl around you in the bed and pet you until you slept. But you pulled the tail on the tiger and now I’m going to take this belt —” He pulled it from her grasp and slid the leather between her breasts and up her neck and face. “And I’m going to stripe that sweet full ass before I fuck it.”

Bonnie’s stomach jerked at his words. Holy shit.

The determination stamped across his face made goose bumps pop out across her arms and legs. He looked serious. She had a feeling everything up to this point had been Dex holding back. Whatever she’d done, he’d changed.

“Understood?” he asked.

She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“On the bed then.”

He stepped out of the way and she saw three fluffy white pillows stacked near the end of the bed. She didn’t have to ask where he wanted her. She climbed on the bed and draped herself, stomach down over the pillows. They gave her support to relax while keeping her backside high in the air, in the perfect position for his spanking.