“And then there’s pleasure,” Cole said, as my body sank in response to the fading sensation, moving through that curtain Cole had described to the wondrous blanket of pleasure that waited beyond.
I sucked in air, awed by these reactions. By how sensitive my skin was. By how erotic the simplest touch had become, and by how even the caress of the air against my flesh held the intensity of a lover.
“I want to give you both,” Cole said, his expression almost rapturous as he gazed at me, my legs spread, my back arched, my sex bound, my nipples clamped. I was an object for his pleasure—and for my own. And that thought alone sent waves of delight coursing through me, making my already sensitive clit swell and harden, so that each movement, each breath was torture as that damnable knot rubbed against me and the plug worked in tandem to remind me of just how completely I was his.
“More and more,” Cole said. “Not tonight, but over time. I want to take you as far as you can go, Kat. Tell me you want that, too. Tell me you want everything I can give you.”
“Yes,” I moaned. “Oh, god, yes.”
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said, and I almost wept with relief.
He lowered himself over me, and I almost passed out from the wave of intense pleasure when he positioned himself and then readjusted the rope so that it would stroke his cock on either side as he thrust into me.
He did just that, and I wasn’t expecting how the movement of the rope with his cock would intensify the motion of the knot against my clit. Or how the impact of him thrusting so damn hard into me would shift the plug in my ass, setting off a riot of sensations in me. Or how the building pressure of the nipple clamp combined with every other sensation would shoot sparks through my body, making me electrically charged, so that even the slightest brush against my skin would totally light me up.
I was there—right there and ready to explode faster than I’d ever done in my life, and I gasped, calling for Cole. Needing and wanting and demanding. And through that gray haze of sexual drunkenness I became aware that he had taken hold of the chain. And as I arced up toward release, he yanked on the chain from the center with enough force to pull the clamps off my nipples in one violent, fluid motion.
Pain shot through my breasts, but that pain translated almost immediately to delight. And in that gap—that tiny gap between the two—the world exploded around me and I came more violently than I’d ever come before. I was desperate. Wild. My sex clenched around Cole’s cock, bringing him right along with me to the hardest, fastest, hottest orgasm I had ever experienced. One that left me breathless and exhausted and completely astounded.
“Wow,” I said when the world returned to me. “That was—that just was.”
He chuckled. “Yes. It certainly was,” he said, and then kissed me, hard and deep. The kind of kiss that marked a woman in a way that even wild sex couldn’t manage.
He pulled me close to him and held me tight. I was still bound, and that made me feel more small and fragile. As if he were holding me safe, keeping me shielded from whatever awful things might lurk in the world.
I floated there a moment on a wave of contentment, but his words kept playing back in my head. “More, you said,” I murmured. “Will you tell me what the more is?”
“Eager?” he said, with a tease in his voice.
“Maybe.”
“I won’t tell you, but I’ll show you. Not all at once, but when you’re ready. Trust me, Kat. Trust me to make this journey exceptional for you.”
“I do.” I hesitated, then asked, “Will you take me to the Firehouse when we get back to Chicago?”
It may have been my imagination, but I thought that he stiffened slightly. “Maybe,” he said. “I haven’t decided.”
“Oh.”
I’m not sure why his response disappointed me, but it did. “Is it because of Michelle? Why you’re not sure, I mean?”
He eased back, then rolled me over so that I was facing him. “No,” he said. “Not because of Michelle.”
I nodded, knowing I should drop it. I could tell that much just from the tone of his voice. But somehow, I couldn’t quite seem to back away. “Were you two together?”
“No.”
“Oh.” I licked my lips. “I saw you the night of the gala. That argument with Conrad. I don’t know. I just thought . . .” I trailed off into a lame shrug.
“Conrad Pierce is a fucking asshole,” Cole said. “He was trying to recruit some of my girls into prostitution. I made it clear that wasn’t going to happen.”
I recalled Cole’s fury that night, and decided that it was perfectly understandable. “Was he trying to recruit Michelle, too?”
Cole exhaled. “No,” he said. And then a moment later, he added, “Christ, Kat. She works in that trade, okay?”
“Oh. Right.” I hesitated a moment, then pressed on. “Do you pay her? To fuck her, I mean.”
I saw a muscle in his jaw twitch, as if he was trying hard to keep a grip on control. “Can we quit with the twenty questions?”