and into his, realizing that this isn’t just about me. It’s about him. About those dark and dirty parts of him. “This means you have to have faith in me, when you’re the one coming unglued. I hate that you dressed somewhere else tonight.”
“I’ll face my demons with you, like you are with me now, and we’ll figure out what that means then.”
Considering the torment I’d seen in him earlier tonight, I know what this promise means. My fingers curl on his jaw, my decision made. It being my choice, rather than something forced on me, changes everything. It’s sexy and intimate and still scary as hell. “What happens next?”
“We let it happen,” he says, his mouth closing over mine, and in the depths of that kiss is trust, and I don’t need my memory to know that it is something I have never felt, any more than I’ve felt the kind of bond I have with this man. And this isn’t about the spanking. It’s not here, between us, but so much more is. He takes his time getting us there, touching me, letting me touch him, and I can feel his need growing, expanding, and with it, my own. We become feverish, our touches, our kisses, and he turns me, placing my back to his front. Adrenaline spikes through me with the certainty that he will roll me to my hands and knees, but he keeps touching me, stroking my breasts, between my legs, and my backside. And then he curls my legs in front of me, keeping me on my side, stroking my bottom, back and forth, up and down, until I’m going crazy, wanting his hand between my legs. Wanting him between my legs. “Kayden,” I plead.
He stills his hand, flattening on my cheeks. “I’m going to spank right here, just above your sex, so that you feel it everywhere. Five times, Ella. I’ll do more another time, but for now, just five times. And then I’m going to fuck you hard and fast and ride that adrenaline with you. Are you ready?”
“Oh God. Now?”
“Now.” He starts caressing my backside again, back and forth. “Are you ready?”
“Kayden—”
“Ella, say it. Are you—”
“Yes,” I pant out. “I’m ready.”
And then he does it.
One. Oh God. It stings, and sends spikes of pleasure through my sex and up my spine.
Two. Blood rushes in my ears.
Three. Four. Five.
It’s done and he presses inside me, his thick cock stretching me, entering me. His hand flattens on my belly, and he thrusts hard, burying himself in the deepest part of me, an explosion of sensations erupting in my body, consuming me. He is consuming me. I arch into him and his fingers slide to my clit, his cock pumping and pumping, and every nerve ending in my body is on fire. And the world fades, leaving only him inside me, his cock stroking me, his hand stroking me, the sensations . . . so many sensations, that sweet spot building and building until it’s just there. I stiffen and suck in air, my sex clenching around Kayden, spasms erupting so fiercely that they make my body quake.
One of Kayden’s hands closes around my breast while the other anchors my hip. He pulls me into a deep, pulsing thrust, the wet, warm heat of his release filling me in so many ways. Seconds tick by or minutes, I do not know, and slowly we both sink into the rug and each other. Kayden envelops me with his body, his cheek finding mine. “How are you?” he asks.
“I’m good.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes. Positive.”
“I’m going to get you a towel.”
“Thank you.”
He kisses my temple, the way he did at the party. Tender. Loving. Then he pulls out of me and stands. I breathe in on the tight ball forming in my chest. The song is still playing, but I don’t think of the other man when I hear it. I think of Kayden holding me, spanking me, fucking me, and I know the gift he has given me is freedom. I will never hear this song again and think of anything else.
Kayden returns, sliding a towel between my legs, and then something cold rests on my hip. I look down and find my bracelet lying against my naked skin. My hand closes around it, and I face Kayden, finding him in sweatpants and holding a black silk robe.
“I hated taking this off.” Tears prickle my eyes and I turn away. “I’m going to cry, and I don’t know