did everything he asked. Everything.
I thought I was horny for him before, but as I sucked him, I got even more turned on. He was patient with me, but not gentle. It was exactly what I needed. I loved letting him take command of me. He dominated. I submitted.
“Touch yourself,” he whispered. So I did.
Then he let go. It was a struggle to keep up. But it was a challenge I more than met. As Torch shuddered into my mouth, I let out a sigh. He was far from finished though.
“Get on the bed,” he said.
I climbed next to him and tried to lay on my bed.
“No,” he said. “On your hands and knees.”
“Oh!” I gasped.
Torch put me into position. From this angle, there was nothing of me he couldn’t see. He worked me again with his fingers until I almost came again. This time, he denied me. He left me quivering and begging for release.
“That’s it, baby,” he said, sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine. “Tell me what you are.”
I didn’t know what he meant for a beat. Then, as he nipped my ear and slid a finger inside of me, I knew. The answer had been inside of me this whole time.
“Yours,” I said. “All yours.”
“That’s right,” he said. “No matter what you do, no matter where you go, no matter how much time goes by … this is mine. I want you to feel me forever.”
“Yes,” I said. “Oh God. Yes.”
“Say it again. Scream it, baby. I want your neighbors to hear.” He gently grasped my sensitive bud between his fingers and nearly sent me to the moon.
“Yours! God. Oh God! I’m ... y-yours! Always.”
“When?” he asked.
“Whenever you say so,” I said. And I knew it was true. I knew in my soul no man would ever be able to make me feel the way he did. He was right. He was soooo right. I felt turned inside out by him. Exposed. Vulnerable. But also safe. Loved. Protected. And I knew that I would give my body to him in any way that he wanted.
As dawn gave way to full morning ... that’s exactly what I did.
Chapter Sixteen
I woke to the heavenly smell of strong coffee.
Boneless, weightless, and impossibly sore, I opened one eye.
Torch stood in the doorway to my bedroom, carrying two steaming mugs. I flapped a hand in surrender.
Somehow, I managed to sit up. I’d used muscles in my body I didn’t even know I had. I ached. I repositioned myself and felt the warm sting on my bottom from where Torch ended up gently using his belt on me. He got me to beg for it. Even now, a fresh wave of desire flooded through me at the memory.
“Are you all right?” he asked, his voice filled with concern.
I smiled. “No thanks to you, yes.”
He came to me, setting the mugs down on the nightstand.
“Let me look at you,” he said. He pulled the sheet down. After everything we’d done together last night, I felt a little bashful in the cold light of morning. God. No. It had to be past noon.
“Turn over,” he said. I did. I lay on my stomach as Torch rubbed my shoulders. He reached for the nightstand, where I kept some body lotion. I groaned with pleasure as he rubbed it in everywhere, including my sore bottom.
Then he kissed me everywhere, as well.
Feeling bold again, I turned to my side. I reached for him. Torch brought my hand to his lips and kissed my palm.
“I’ll run you a bath,” he said. “It’ll help.”
“I’m okay,” I said. “Really. That was ... I mean ... I never ...”
Storm clouds came into Torch’s eyes. I knew without him even having to say what put them there. He was jealous of even the thought of me being with another guy. With Torch, I’m not even sure I can describe what I experienced. It was like he knew me. Every inch of me. Every fantasy, every urge. How could he know I would like it that way? So rough. So ... kinky? That I could become so … He’d done things to me I’d only ever read about in trashy books my mother had always told me you could go to hell for reading.
“I’m okay,” I said again. “But I wouldn’t hate a bath. Will you ... come in?”
He smiled. A moment before, I’d grown shy about being naked in front of this man again. Now, I didn’t care at all.
“I’ve got