Control Me (13 page)

“So impatient,” he whispered.

My lips parted as I eagerly waited for him to continue. I pressed my back against the pillows, adjusting my arms to a more comfortable position behind me. The cuffs clanked, and the metal nipped at my wrists as I squirmed in the tortuous pleasure. Carlos pushed each leg up and demanded that I keep them bent and spread wide open. Then, he moved in closer. I bit into my bottom lip dangerously hard as he breathed on me.

And then it happened.

With one quick run of his tongue, he slid between my folds. He started at my clit and made his way down. I released a sharp breath, clutching the pillows behind me. He groaned as he brought his tongue back up, and ever so lightly, swirled it around my throbbing nub.

“Ahh,” I moaned. My chest worked up and down. I craved to touch him, to tug on his hair—something. But there was nothing I could do, and I knew he wanted it that way. He pressed his tongue harder, clutching my hips as my legs quaked around him. He growled into my pussy, eating me like he truly was hungry for me. His growls conjured something deep inside, working me up. His dominance—this animalistic side of him—was what I’d wanted ever since our last encounter.

I wanted him to own me.

I wanted him to take me as his—to take
all
of me.

In a way, wasn’t that exactly what he was doing? I was cuffed and blindfolded. I was his for the taking. He could do whatever he wanted to me right now, and I wouldn’t protest. I wanted this. I wanted it all.

Carlos’s hands ran down my hips and to my ass. He gripped it in his hands, bringing my face closer. His face was buried deep. Sucking. Licking. Providing nothing but blissful pleasure. All while I was panting and moaning, calling his name as if I wanted him to stop. But that wasn’t the case. Hell no, I didn’t want him to stop. I knew he was enjoying the sight of me writhing and withering.

I thrust my pussy against his tongue, wanting to feel every single inch of it. My body was building up to the brink. My panting became thicker, my heart pumping way too much blood. The sheets behind me were balled into my hands, the best I could do since I couldn’t scratch or claw at him. I was almost there, but right before I could reach the climax, Carlos jerked back, and a buzzing noise filled the thick air.

It startled me at first, but it didn’t take long for me to figure out where it was coming from. The rubber delved into me, and the vibrations seemed to overpower every part of my well-being. I bucked wildly as he pushed and pulled the vibrator. My thighs wobbled uncontrollably, my breathing becoming labored. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, his mouth sealed around my clit, and it was finished. The combination was sweet torture. It was to fucking die for.

“Oh, Carlos!” I screamed. He continued sucking and groaning. And that vibrator, he didn’t dare stop it. My body went wild. I screamed his name and cursed as I tore into the pillows behind me. It was too much to handle, but I didn’t want it to stop. I came all over the toy. I came harder than I ever had in my life. Louder than I thought my lungs could handle.

Carlos groaned in response, most likely pleased that he pushed my cries of pleasure to such high volumes. He’d never heard me like that before—hell, I’d never heard myself like that before.

“Yeah… that’s it,” Carlos murmured after pulling his sweet tongue away. The vibrator was still inside me, but it was on a lower setting, pulsating, causing me to throb repeatedly. I quaked each time he slid it inside, and each time he did, he kissed the inside of my thigh, amplifying the ecstasy of the moment.

After one last push, Carlos removed the toy, and my body eased into a trice of rest. I whimpered as I sank into the pillows, disbelieving how weak I felt. I didn’t know if I could go an entire night. I mean that was the biggest orgasm of my life. I could still feel the vibrations between my legs. I could still feel his wet, sweet tongue running circles and pressing on my clit. I was shuddering from the aftermath, and I didn’t even know it. Not until Carlos spoke up.

“You’re so sexy when you come,” he said. The bed dipped, and the blindfold over my eyes lifted. Carlos was looking right at me, his lips still glistening. “You look worn out,” he added.

I shook my head, but truly I was. Already. I couldn’t believe it.

“Well, that just won’t do, Mya. There’s way more to be done.” He flashed a devilish smile, and for some reason, seeing it made my core constrict. Seriously, I was never going to get enough of this man, no matter how worn I was. I knew it would only take me a few minutes to gather the urge again.

And I knew he would make sure of that.

“I tell you what,” he started, reaching for the key that belonged to the cuffs. He sat me up, and while he unlocked each cuff he said, “Since this was your first time with all of this, I’ll cut you a break. Let’s take a quick shower… freshen up. Then we’ll continue.”

“A shower sounds nice,” I murmured. I looked up at him beneath my eyelashes, and when our eyes locked, the urge was back. “But perhaps we can continue this
in
the shower?”

He fought a smile, dropping the cuffs and the keys and reaching for my hand. He effortlessly lifted me off the bed and made his way to the bathroom, but his eyes didn’t dare drift from mine. Once the bathroom door was shut, he pressed my back against it and his massive cock between my legs. He crushed my lips, and I moaned as his chest sank into mine. His hands gripped my ass, and he squeezed. That perfectly imperfect bite of his nibbled on my bottom lip, and I sighed, returning the gentle nips. As he thrust his cock against me, he lowered his head to kiss my collarbone, and with thick breaths, he said something I never thought I’d hear him say—something that kept replaying itself in my mind over and over again. It made me warm and fuzzy inside. It made me realize that maybe I wasn’t alone in this—whatever
this
was. It made my entire night.

With a voice just as heated as our bodies, Carlos said, “I don’t know what it is about you, Mya, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough.”

And I sparked inside—ignited like a bright, burning star.

NO ENDING

The soap dispenser crashed to the floor, and the other various items adorning the marble vanity top tumbled as Carlos shoved me over the bathroom sink. I gasped, but my insides lit on fire as I looked at him through the mirror. The shower was running, but we hadn’t made it that far yet.

“I can’t fucking wait anymore,” he growled, gripping my hips. I’d removed his boxers while we were making our way to the shower, and he lost all control. He went wild. His eyes became dark with need, his nostrils flaring. It was intimidating as hell, but so fucking hot.

Pressing his cock against my ass, Carlos used one of his hands to grab a fistful of my hair and tug. A sharp breath passed my lips as he pulled it. I stumbled backwards as he pulled my hair taut, burying my ass into him.

“I’m taking you right here.” His voice was gravelly, almost drowned out by the streaming water running from the showerhead. He gripped my hip tighter, tugged on my mane harder, and slid into me from behind.

He was so thick… so thick I almost forgot how painful it was for him to enter me at first. It always took me a while to adjust to his size, but when I did, oh it was amazing. My experience in the bedroom left me wet, decreasing any resistance for him. I wanted nothing but him, right there, inside me.

I bit into my bottom lip and shut my eyes, but Carlos yanked on my hair, causing my eyelids to flutter open. “Eyes on me. Don’t look away,” he demanded. He was thrusting slowly, purposely teasing me. With his hand on my hip, he leaned forward, looking me deeper in the eyes. His chocolate irises overwhelmed me, but I couldn’t look away.

Each stroke was slow and measured.

Each deep penetration filled me entirely.

My moans were relentless. I wanted more. “Faster,” I breathed.

His nostrils flared, and in an instant, the hand in my hair quickly went to my throat. He squeezed lightly, just enough for me to know he was the one who gave orders. “It’s fast when I want it fast.”

My throat worked hard to swallow beneath his palm. I knew it was wrong of me to try and correct him, but I had to. “I want it fast, Carlos. Hard. Now,” I panted.

He cocked a brow, his hips not daring to stop thrusting. He then licked his lips, his eyes hard on mine. Perhaps I shouldn’t have asked him to go faster. Or harder. He wasn’t a man that liked to be given orders, but he was certainly a man that, when provoked, would go out of his way to prove a point.

In no time, a quick clapping noise bounced off the bathroom walls, and I gasped, clutching the edges of the counter. Carlos’s hand went back into my hair, and he gripped it with a fury. His other clutched my hip, holding me steady as he slammed into me. “You want fast?” he asked. “You want it hard?” He grunted, fucking me harder with each word. His cock was in deep, and I couldn’t believe how much I was enjoying this. It honestly seemed like he could break me—like all my bones would soon disintegrate once this was all over.

My eyes began to close, but he yanked on my hair. When I met his eyes again, he shook his head swiftly. “No. Eyes on me.”
Clap. Clap. Clap.
“Eyes. On. Me.” I was sure my ass had reddened from his skin slapping against mine.

I kept my eyes locked on his, gripping onto the edge of the counter harder, my arms threatening to give way. My moans were outrageous, and his growls heightened the moment. His damp hair fell onto his forehead, flopping up and down. He didn’t stop. The shower was still running, fogging the mirror. Sooner or later, the haze would impede our staring match.

As if he read my mind, he released my hair, pressed me chest-down on the counter and fucked me like there was no tomorrow. My cheek slid on the marble countertop, and my pelvis slammed into the edge of vanity as he went deeper. My pussy, however, reveled in the pain and throbbed around him.

“Fast and hard,” he growled. “Fast and fucking hard.” He was panting. He was close. I knew it. I could feel it. I don’t know how he could go any faster, but he did. The items in the cabinets beneath me rattled and fell, jolted from their places. My breaths grew thick, blending with the humidity.

“Come with me,” Carlos said, bending forward to place his lips to my ear. “Come all over me, babe. Hard and fast… just like you wanted. I want this pussy wet for me all night long.”

Oh, God.

His voice.

It always did something to me.

To my surprise, Carlos slowed down, but his strokes became deeper, making my toes curl with pleasure. I couldn’t hold it anymore. My body locked up, and I squealed, gripping the counter’s edge. It hurt my fingers, but I didn’t care. I was coming hard and fast, just as he wanted. When he felt it, he let out a hard groan that almost seemed like a roar. It was sexy.

He tensed behind me, a few growls and grunts bubbling in his throat as he emptied himself completely. The room went still. I panted, shutting my eyes and allowing the moment to wash over me.

Why was every fuck with this man so perfect? Everything that involved him was perfect. I couldn’t figure it out. I mean, was I really that attracted to this man, so much so that every single thing he did to me blew my mind? It was insane.

Carlos pulled away, but not before leaving a hot kiss on my shoulder blade. Once he stepped back, I sat up and sighed, turning in his direction. I was sure my hair was matted. I could feel the sweat running down my face and between my breasts. That shower, whether hot or cold, was much needed right now.

As if he read my mind, Carlos drew the shower curtain back and nodded his head towards it. “Get in.”

I stepped past him, climbing into the shower. The water was perfect, not too hot or too cold. A bar of soap rested on the ledge, so I used it and quickly washed. It took a few minutes for Carlos to get inside with me, but when he did, I couldn’t help my wandering eyes.

My gaze drifted from his strong jawline to his toned pecs. He pushed a hand through his hair, shoving his dark tendrils aside as his biceps tightened without effort. I held back a sigh as I counted eight abs, and then there was the V. The V that made every girl go wild. The V that was the trail leading to his beautiful, thick member. He was semi-hard, but still rather large. At the sight of it, excitement coursed through me. My lady parts tingled. I sank my teeth into my bottom lip.

I knew I looked like an idiot staring at him with bulging eyes. His head tilted, and a smile graced his pink lips. To cover up, I asked, “When do you make time to work out?” Stupid question. Who asked shit like that after a fuck so wild?

“At five-thirty every morning, right before I head to work. I get a quick hour in at least.” He looked me over and one cheek elevated, revealing a single dimple. “Like what you see?”

I shrugged as if I didn’t care, but deep down, I wanted to yell,
Hell yeah
. “I can’t complain.”

He chuckled. “Funny.”

I giggled and stepped into the water to rinse the remainder of soap away. I tilted my head back to allow the water to run over my face, but once I lifted it back up, Carlos had stepped closer. His eyes were already on mine, intense but with a soft edge. My breath hitched as he cradled my cheek and angled his head. He peered deeper into my eyes, and I wanted to look away but couldn’t. Looking away would’ve ruined the moment. I wanted to know what he was going to do next, so I remained perfectly still.

Instead, he said something that caught me a little off guard. “This shouldn’t end tomorrow,” he murmured.

I blinked rapidly. “I don’t think it should either.” His expression remained the same. I thought he would say more, but he didn’t, so I spoke up again. “Does it have to?” His face finally changed. It became more serious. “I—I just mean… does it have to end at all? I can always go back to Chicago tomorrow but come back here in a few days… or maybe you could fly out to Chicago whenever you’re free?”

He shook his head, pressing his chest against mine. My back hit the cold marble wall, and the water ran down his shoulders. “I don’t think that’d be wise,” he said.

“Why not?”

His gaze dropped a fraction. “It’d be better if it ended tomorrow… for both of our sakes.”

I narrowed my eyes. “What do you mean?”

“Tomorrow, Mya. It ends tomorrow.”

My heart sank, and I wasn’t sure why. I was upset. I mean, he was a powerful man. He ran his business. He could do whatever he wanted, so if he thought things between us shouldn’t end tomorrow, then it didn’t have to. For a moment, I thought maybe he was just saying that to keep me in his grasp for now. I mean, he was still a man. And all men lied just to keep the kitty-train coming their way. We hardly knew each other, which would make it rather easy for him to lie to me.

Unwanted tears built in my eyes, but I refused to stick around and let him witness them. I pushed him back a little, drew the shower curtain back and stepped out making sure I didn’t bust my ass on the way out. I snatched one of the towels from the rack and hurried out of the bathroom. “Mya,” Carlos called before I was completely out. “Seriously, Mya… come on,” he groaned, shutting off the water.

I ignored him, wiped down, and went for my dress on the floor. My dress was barely over my hips before Carlos came and stopped it from going any further. He looked down at me, and I glared up at him, biting back tears.

“Maybe it should just end tonight… I mean, what’s the difference, right?”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he said.

“No? Well what did you mean exactly?”

“We made a deal, and that was that. Don’t go blowing shit out of proportion on me now. I told you how it would go down, and you agreed.” His forehead creased.

“Yeah, that was before all of this happened!” I snapped.

“All of this? What do you mean by that?”

I narrowed my eyes. “You know exactly what I mean by it. You’re a smart man, Carlos. You know whatever is happening between us shouldn’t just be cut off.”

“Because you assume we have some sort of connection?”

“I assume?” I scoffed, shaking my head in utter disbelief. I jerked my dress out of his hands and stepped back. “You are such an ass.” I pulled my dress up over my breasts and picked up my shoes in the corner.

“So you’re just going to leave?” he asked as I turned for the door.

I shrugged, lifting my arms in the air and then dropping them. “I don’t see why not?”

Carlos stepped forward, and I swear with that towel hanging off his hips and his body glistening, I almost jumped on top of him. But I stayed cool. I stayed in control. “I know you don’t want to leave.”

“You don’t know jack-shit.”

“Oh, I know,” he murmured, taking another step closer. He was only a few feet away now. “You wanted me all day, right? You wanted me all last night? You were probably dying for me to be there with you, no matter how upset you were about my absence.”

My heart thundered with each word he said and each step he took towards me. And then, he was there—right in front of me. He looked down at me, his face lax but his body like a magnet to mine.

“Don’t fool yourself, Mya. Remember, I know you. I know things about you. Even if you do leave this house, you’ll come right back a few minutes later.” A ghostly smile swept across his lips.

He didn’t know anything. He thought he did, but he didn’t. I could leave if I wanted to. If I wanted to stay away, I could. I’d learned from before. I was better… or so I thought.

He was still wet, and his body was dangerously close to mine. I watched as droplets of water fell from his obsidian locks, landing on his shoulders and rolling down his chest. I couldn’t stand him being so close, but I also didn’t want him outside of my realm. My hand clenched into a fist as I stared into his eyes. I didn’t want to back down. I didn’t want to give in. He was testing me. He was using the information he had against me. I could tell by that smug smile on his lips. I could tell by the way he was looking at me. I was stronger now… right?
Right
?!

No.

Shit.

The truth was, I wasn’t. I still had my flaws. I still needed a little training, but until that time was to come, I had to do what my body and mind was dying for. I couldn’t go on like this and I damn sure couldn’t leave him.

My shoes fell from my hand and hit the floor. My heart pounded and banged in my eardrums, and I immediately took action. I rushed Carlos, crushing his lips with my own and causing him to stumble backwards as I clashed into him. My arms locked around his broad shoulders, and he gripped my waist, picking me up in his arms. He turned around, and I gasped as my back landed on the bed. He didn’t hesitate to climb on top of me. I wasn’t sure when he’d gotten rid of that towel, and I honestly didn’t care.

He was between my legs, sinking his way inside me before I could even process what was happening. I snaked my arms around his neck again and pulled him down. Our lips collided, and he grunted as he pummeled into me with hard, rigid thrusts. My lips fell apart as he lowered his head and sucked on my neck. He didn’t stop his strokes. His left hand remained on my hip, his right elbow perching his upper body up.

“You aren’t leaving,” Carlos murmured between strokes. “And you know it.”

Sadly, he was right. I wasn’t leaving. I was enjoying this time with him way too much. Although I knew he wasn’t going to allow us to go past four days, I couldn’t care right now. I had to fulfill this moment. I had to get as much of him as I possibly could before my time was up.