Desired (15 page)

“Oh, fuck!” she shouted.

He didn’t need to hear more; her leg shuddering under his cheek told him her climax was right there, waiting for him to claim it. Moving his mouth over the top of her clit, he wrapped his lips around her nerves and brought the bud between his teeth. The second her breath hitched, he bit against it,
hard
.

Ella screamed—not a scream of release, but one of forced pleasure. As if it surprised her that she’d blasted into orgasm not by her choice. Her body froze, in a state of shock, and no sound came from her mouth.

When he released the bud, blood rushed back into her clitoris, and a scream shook the air around Kyler as Ella soared into climax. She went wild beneath him, even though Kyler’s mouth no longer touched her. Sensation wasn’t feeding her climax, sensory overload was.

He groaned against the sexy sight, seeing her eyes pinch shut as her body no longer belonged to her. Her pleasure belonged to him, given to her by
him
. All she could do was drop into the ecstasy he’d taken her to.

Before she could catch up, he gathered her off the vanity, and her legs were obviously weak with the buckle of her knees. He pressed her chest down to the sink and threaded his fingers through her hair, forcing her to look in the mirror. She appeared dazed with pleasure.
“Can you take more?” he asked.

“I can’t,” she drawled.

He arched a brow, sensing the tremble of his muscles over his desire to claim her. “Can’t or won’t?”

“Can’t,” she whispered in a soft plea.

You didn’t say no
.

Keeping his stare focused on her, he grabbed the condom from his back pocket. Her legs trembled against his; her breath was harsh and raspy as he opened the wrapper with his teeth.

Once he lowered his jeans to his thighs, along with his boxer briefs, he sheathed his cock. He closed his fist in her hair, angling her head and pinning her right where he wanted her.

She could not move, and he fucking loved it.

I will always push you
.

“What would happen if I gave you more?” he asked through clenched teeth, driven by need. He held her tight in his grip and forced her to look in the mirror to show her what she looked like now. To show her how lost in lust she was. To show her what he saw when he fucked her. “By
more
, I mean you will break apart if I fucked you. That you would be emotionally ruined, not that you are sore and sensitive. Answer honestly.”

Her glassy eyes held his and she rasped, “I wouldn’t break emotionally.”

“Then I enjoy.” He grinned at her in the mirror in a way he knew depicted danger. “And so do you.” With one thrust, he buried himself deep inside her.

“Jesus,” she screamed.

Gripping her hair in one hand, while the other remained on her hip, he rode her hard. Skin smacked against skin, echoing in the large bathroom. Her screams were an absolute sound of loss of control, as her gaze held his in the mirror.

He thrust his cock inside her incredibly tight cunt, tight from repeated orgasms, and stared at her in the mirror, noticing when the pain from the sensitivity gave way to pleasure. A wave of euphoria drifted over her features, loosening the muscles in her cheeks, causing her mouth to fall open and her eyes to shut. He gripped her hip tight and rocked up into her. “Look at me.”

Her gaze snapped open, and the beauty gave him something far more than pleasure. There, right now, no pain lay in her gaze. Acceptance and ecstasy increased his thrusts.

She was free from all that haunted her.

It created a stir in Kyler that was so unexpected his balls drew up tight against his body.
I want you always looking like that
. Ella was a gorgeous woman with a strength he was becoming increasingly fond of, but without the darkness, nothing touched her beauty.

She gave him her soul.

He cherished the gift.

His muscles flexed and burned in his efforts as he pounded against that sexy ass, sending loud slaps through the bathroom. He dropped his head, gazing at her buttocks jiggling under his thrusts, and he grunted with each shift of his hips. A rush of pleasure washed over him, bringing him out of his mind and thoughts, and into his climax. And as her inner walls clamped against him, and moisture spread over his sac, he cursed the damn condom, wanting to feel her come all over him.

Shutting his eyes, he broke the connection with her and allowed his pleasure to consume him. Her cunt went into waves around his shaft. Within her release, his cock hardened further. Pleasure cut through him as his cum shot from his penis with such speed he pressed his pelvis tight against her ass, relishing in each pulse driving his climax.

By the time his mind returned to him, he noticed he’d released her hair, and she was panting, unmoving. Forcing his muscles to work, he turned her around and gathered her in his arms, then dropped to the travertine floor, with her straddling his waist.

Pressing his sweaty back against the wall, the cool tile under him eased his hot flesh. Her entire body quivered against him in beautiful shakes that belonged only to a woman that had been taken to a point she’d never gone before.

He tucked her head against his shoulder, running his hand over her soaked back, loving that she was in his arms. While he could’ve allowed himself to believe they were becoming closer, it was an illusion. And he wanted all of her. This was an experience of sexual submission for her, but true submission ran far deeper. Now that Kyler had tasted a little show of it, he wanted the full deal.

The only thing standing in his way was that she had to bare herself to him in total trust, and that came from being in a committed relationship. He wanted that with her. Badly. He didn’t simply want a casual D/s relationship with her that he had shared with many Club Sin submissives. Slowing his breaths to settle the racing of his heart, he wondered if Ella would
eventually let him in and accept this thing between them.

Many moments passed before Kyler’s heartbeat returned to its normal rate and Ella began to relax against him. She finally lifted her head and gave him a cute, satisfied smile. “I hope you don’t expect me to move anytime soon, because my legs will not work.”

He laughed, and pressed a soft kiss on her lips. “We can stay here until you’re able to walk again.” Running his hands over her damp face, he cupped her cheeks and held her gaze. “Now do you doubt I know better than you how to handle your darkest desires?”

Slowly, she shook her head. “Um, no. Apparently, you are well skilled in that regard.”

His mouth twitched under how sweet she looked all used up, as well as that he’d proven his point. While domination went far deeper than dominating a person’s body, this was the first step to helping her understand the complexity of the lifestyle. “Tell me, how many orgasms have you had with a man during one encounter?”

“Before you, sometimes one, sometimes none.”

Kyler grinned at that answer. Though he also noticed that haunted look in her gaze had returned. It didn’t trouble him like it had before, because now he’d seen her without it. He knew what she looked like free of all troubles. That meant he could bring her out of it.

Trust paved the path to her sharing that information with him, and he saw the possibility of that happening.
Christ
, he’d ensure it did. Brushing his fingers over her soft cheek, he asked, “Why do you think you came so much tonight?”

She sighed, leaning in to his touch. “Because you pushed me past what I thought I could take.”

He nodded. “That, Ella, is known as pushing limits. It’s my knowing just how far to take you.”

She regarded him with a curious look. “And how far is too far?”

He smiled, leaning his head against the wall. “If I touched your clit right now, I think you might be inclined to hit me.”

Her brows furrowed. “How do you know that?”

With a grin he knew was sure-as-shit devilish, he pushed gently on her shoulder, placing some space between. Then he dropped his hand and pinched her clit. Her eyes went huge and she screamed a sound of half annoyance and half pain.

“Fuck.” She slapped his arm.

He chuckled. “Told ya.”

Monday morning brought a sunny day and the scorching-hot sun blazed against Ella’s shoulders. After parking her car at the office, Ella went to grab a vanilla latte at the coffee shop. With cup in hand, she strode by the Golden Nugget, and the noise from the casino spilled out into the dry, hot air, even at a quarter to nine in the morning. Her heels clicked against the sidewalk as her mind swirled back to her weekend in Club Sin.

Her body ached in various places with each step she took. Some spots, like between her thighs, were sore from Kyler’s rough lovemaking, but her hips ached from the light bruises he’d left.

Not that she minded.

When she touched the tender spots on her flesh, she shivered, reminded of when he took her so passionately. Friday night with Kyler had been enough to send her into sensory overload, but the next night he’d taken her out to his truck and had sex with her right there on the hood, for all to see.

To her disappointment, no one witnessed their lovemaking. She couldn’t quite understand why she found herself so aroused by the naughtiness of public sex, but she didn’t overanalyze it.

All she knew was that she wanted
more
.

The majority of Sunday they spent in her bed, except to order Chinese food for dinner and to watch an action flick that had kept Kyler on the edge of his seat. Then she’d gone to bed alone and read
BDSM 101
. If she planned to go into this lifestyle, she’d learn as much as she could first.

She’d be educated, not looking like a deer stuck in headlights.

When she rounded the corner, she reminded herself she hadn’t wanted a boyfriend. Yet somehow it seemed so natural with Kyler that she couldn’t stop wanting him around.

Being around him was easy. Comfortable.

She finally reached the law office and someone standing by the front doors caught her eye, slowing her steps. Flickers of anger and slight fear burned through her as she stared into soft brown eyes. “What are you doing here?” she asked, gritting her teeth.

Rory raked a hand through his styled dirty-blond hair. A smile that had once charmed her crossed his face. “I had some vacation time. So, here I am.”

“I believe I made it perfectly clear for you to stay away from me, and the restraining order proves that enough.” She crossed her arms, scanning the street. Confirming no one she knew would witness this exchange, she turned to Rory. “You shouldn’t be here.”

The corners of his mouth tightened. “If you would just talk to me, then all this could be avoided. I wouldn’t have to go to these extremes.”

Numerous outs to this conversation rushed through her mind, but she knew Rory and how determined he was. “Fine. Talk. You have a minute.”

“I’m sorry, Ella,” he said softly.

“You’ve already said that. Repeatedly. I know you’re sorry.”

His brows rose. “Do you?”

For a split second, the coldness in her blood faded to warmth. Rory had once been such a good guy. She knew that man still existed in him, but it was shadowed by his pain. Though knowing that didn’t make what he’d done acceptable. Far from it. “Yes, I know.”

He looked to his boots, then asked through half-lidded eyes, “Do you forgive me?”

Have I?

She didn’t know, exactly—not truly. Could one ever forgive violence? “I have accepted it. I know you were drunk and that you acted differently because of it.”

“If you know that”—he squared his shoulders, firming his voice—“then why are you shutting me out?”

“Because we can’t ever go back.” She mirrored his posture. She would not look rattled. “I can’t ever trust you again. What kind of relationship would that be?”

“But we could try,” he implored. “We could get help from a therapist.” He dropped his hands, thrusting out his chest. “We have history—and not all bad history, either.” Ella stepped back at his aggressive stance, and Rory’s eyes widened before he sighed. “Fuck, I don’t know how to fix this.”

“There is nothing to fix,” she said with a tremble in her voice, not liking that fire in his eyes. “I’ve moved on.”

“Moved on how?” His lips pressed into a grim line. “Are you dating? Does he know that you’re married?”

“I’d be divorced if either you’d sign the uncontested divorce papers or your lawyer stopped dragging his feet,” she replied, cautious of his every move. Her heart raced, pounding in her ears with each passing second. She forced her voice to sound firm. “And I don’t see how my dating anyone is any of your business.”

“
You
are not my business?” he asked with a growl.

He had taken a step forward and Ella sideswiped him, her discomfort slowly growing. “Last warning, Rory, go home. If you come near me again, I’ll call the police to arrest you.”

“You need to forgive me, Ella.” His eyes narrowed. “I’m staying at the MGM Grand. I’ll be there until Wednesday night. We need to fix this.”

She held his gaze, but stepped backward to the front entrance of the office building. “Stay away from me.” Then she booked it into the office, passing by the security guard.

Whatever Thomas saw in her expression had him rising from his seat. The bulky man with the stern dark eyes asked, “Are you all right, Ms. Ella?”

“Yes, I’m fine.” She glanced over her shoulder. Rory stood at the entrance, but he didn’t enter the building.
Good
. Turning to Thomas, she forced a smile. “Thank you for asking.”

Thomas lowered to his seat, glancing to Rory. “Shall I walk you to your car after work?”

She considered, then nodded. “Yes, I’d appreciate that. Thank you.”

Thomas gave a warm smile. “Consider it done.”

Ella refused to give Rory a second look. She made it to the elevators and exhaled when one waited open for her. She got in, hit the button for the fifteenth floor, and the elevator jumped, whizzing up the office building. When the door chimed and opened, Ella hurried through the waiting room and waved to the receptionist.