Playing With Pleasure (5 page)

She nodded. “Yes.”

“Now, back to what you need,” he murmured, his voice coming from the end of the bed. She felt the dip of the mattress, then his hands on her hips as he grasped the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her legs and off. “Spread your thighs nice and wide for me, sweetheart, and I’ll give you exactly what your body wants.”

He’d used a sweet endearment, but there was no mistaking the authority in his tone, the command in his words. Grateful for the mask, which allowed her to be more brazen than without it, she did as he asked, bracing her feet wide apart on the bed.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he murmured reverently as he settled between her legs.

His hot breath blew across her slick folds, right before he licked her, slow and sweet, followed by the fullness of two thick fingers pushing deep inside her. When his lips wrapped around her clit and pulled it into the wet heat of his mouth, her back arched and her hips bucked in a silent plea for release. He didn’t prolong the torture and instead ate her ravenously, pressing his mouth harder against her pussy while lapping and sucking and fucking her with his fingers.

There was no holding back against his aggressive assault, and her tense body unleashed like a wild storm. Her hips undulated with the force of her climax, and she couldn’t contain the high-pitched scream of ecstasy that ripped from her throat or the giant shudders that utterly consumed her.

Before she had the chance to come down from the high of her release, he rolled her over onto her stomach, her bound hands swiveling with ease to adjust to the new position. She heard the crinkle of foil—a condom—and then he pushed her up onto her knees, giving her little time to think about her bare ass being in the air before he slid the tip of his cock along her wet flesh, then pumped into her with a hard, deep thrust that made her gasp and filled her completely.

He swore beneath his breath, his hands gripping her hips as he pummeled into her like a man on the verge of losing control. The incredible feel of his hot, thick length, along with the tantalizing friction of his shaft driving in and out of her, reignited another smoldering need that threatened her sanity.

With his knees keeping hers spread wide apart, he moved over her until his body covered hers from behind. She felt the caress of his heavy breathing along her neck, and she moaned when he lightly bit the tendon where her neck met her shoulder, as if he were claiming her. She pushed her hips back against his, meeting his deep, precise thrusts with her own slow grind, and a dark, possessive growl rumbled through him.

“You feel so damn good,” he rasped, his voice gravelly with barely leashed restraint as the weight and the strength of his body rocked hard against hers. “I need to watch you come for me.”

She felt him remove the mask, but she dipped her head low and kept her eyes shut. He easily cupped his big hand beneath her chin and lifted her face again, holding her in a way she couldn’t escape his firm but gentle grasp.

“Open your eyes and look at how beautiful you are when I fuck you, Paige,” he commanded in a sharp tone, his face so close to hers the stubble on his jaw scraped enticingly across her cheek. “Look at
us
.”

Compelled to obey his order, she let her lashes flutter open. She found herself staring into a mirror on the headboard, and the breath rushed out of her when she saw their stunningly erotic reflection—with her hands bound and tied and Sawyer fucking her from behind. Her face was flushed pink, her lips parted and wet, and her hair was tousled around her shoulders. Her eyes were a smoky shade of green and filled with arousal. Pleasure etched her features, making it difficult to deny just how much she loved his dominance over her.

She couldn’t remember ever feeling and looking so wanton, or when she’d been so shameless about her needs and desires.

He rode her harder, impossibly deeper, and she looked at him—at the gorgeous, masculine face right beside hers and the muscular arms braced on either side of her body that flexed with his every relentless stroke. Her gaze shifted to his in the mirror, and when she saw the raw intensity in his eyes, the fierce hunger for
her
, she felt as though she were falling off a very steep cliff with nothing below to save her or the heart beating so wildly in her chest.

Oh God.
This
was why she’d wanted the blindfold, because she’d feared this kind of intimacy, this kind of absolute connection to a man who had the ability to shatter her all over again.
This
made her wish for things that weren’t possible. Not with him. Not anymore.

“Come for me, Paige.” He ground his hips against hers, again and again, ruthless in his quest to claim what he desired. His lips touched her cheek, then he breathed into her ear. “I need to feel your pussy clenching tight and hot around my cock.”

She moaned, and through her fog of lust, she realized that this man claiming her in every way was the
real
Sawyer. That here at The Players Club, his true nature was revealed. The dirty talk, the dominance, the need to control were a part of him he’d kept carefully concealed while they’d been dating, but here and now, he held nothing back sexually, and Lord help her, she wanted more of this decadent pleasure, more of
him
.

His breathing turned harsh, and his body tensed along the back of hers, his driving thrusts increasing in strength and speed. “Fuck, I can’t hold back any longer…”

His head fell back, and he groaned, his hips jerking hard against her ass as he chased his own climax. She didn’t think she had another orgasm left in her, but she was wrong. The look of sheer rapture transforming his masculine features, and knowing she was the reason he was in the throes of ecstasy, triggered another one from her—this one deep and hot and so powerful she couldn’t contain the raw scream that escaped her throat or the tremors that pulsed around the thick cock buried so deep inside her.

As the warm glow of passion ebbed and reality slowly intruded, Paige was forced to face some truths. That it hadn’t taken much for Sawyer to strip away her inhibitions and that, physically, she’d never felt so satisfied. Nor would she be able to look at him again and not think of how thoroughly he’d controlled her body and how much she’d liked it.

Emotionally, however—when it came to Sawyer Burrows—she was still a tangled-up mess. It was clear that he still affected her on a soul-deep level that frightened her, considering how carelessly he’d played with her heart and left her reeling in the aftermath of his betrayal.

And she’d do well to remember that.

*     *     *

Holy fucking shit
. It took Sawyer longer than normal to gain his bearings, but then again, he’d never come so fucking hard in his life, in a way that left him wasted and addicted to everything about the woman beneath him. Unfortunately, he was pretty sure she didn’t feel the same. He might have been able to persuade her to indulge in a bit of bondage and domination, but phenomenal sex and multiple orgasms didn’t erase his past transgression or earn him her forgiveness. No, that was something he knew would take time along with proof that he’d never hurt her again.

Concerned that his weight was too much for her, he moved off of Paige, then removed her bound hands from the clip attached to the headboard. “Roll onto your back so I can untie your hands,” he murmured gently.

She did as he asked, and he sat up beside her, very much aware of the fact that he was still wearing his pants. He’d been so damn hot and anxious to get inside of her that he’d only pushed them low enough to release his cock. But she didn’t notice his state of undress, because she wouldn’t look his way, even as he worked to free her wrists. Where a moment ago she’d been soft and supple and sated beneath him, she was now quiet, her body tense.

The rope fell away, and he winced when he saw the red chafe marks they’d left behind because of how hard she’d pulled on the restraints—but not because she’d wanted free. No, her thrashing had been all about desire and need, not pain, and that wasn’t arrogance speaking. He’d been keenly aware of just how aroused she’d been throughout each and every erotic thing he’d done to her, and how much she’d enjoyed his more aggressive tactics. She’d responded beautifully to his demands. Without hesitation. Without a struggle. Without any resistance.

Until now. Now, she was back in her head, thinking and analyzing, and none of what had just happened between them mattered when compared to the unforgettable memory of how he’d devastated her. Absolutely
nothing
could compete with that.

Ignoring the cramping in his belly, he reached out to grab her hands so he could rub her wrists and make sure her circulation was okay, but she quickly pulled her arms away and massaged the light abrasions herself, making it clear that touching her, in any way, was no longer acceptable now that they were done playing games.

“Are you okay?” he asked, more gruffly than he’d intended.

“I’m fine,” she replied, her tone frustratingly polite.

But she wasn’t fine. She still wouldn’t meet his gaze, and he had to resist the urge to touch her chin and turn her face toward him so he could look into her eyes and get a sense of what, exactly, she was feeling or thinking.

Figuring she might need a minute alone to gather her composure, he decided to go and clean up. “I’ll be right back,” he said and headed into the adjoining bathroom. He closed the door, disposed of the condom, and zipped his pants back up. While washing his hands, he glanced into the mirror above the sink, remembering Paige’s beautifully flushed face and the wild hunger in her eyes as he’d sunk so fucking deep inside her pussy. Remembering the way she’d screamed in ecstasy when she’d come for him that last time.

God, she was so damned perfect, and she hated him.

Knowing he had a long way to go to make amends, but determined to make some kind of headway tonight while he had her alone, he dried his hands and returned to the playroom. She’d already put her panties back on and was zipping up her skirt.

“I need to go,” she said and started for the door.

In a few quick strides, he reached her and grabbed her arm, bringing her to an abrupt stop. “Paige, I’d like to talk to you.”

She turned around and looked up at him, and he caught a flash of vulnerability before she lifted her chin in that determined way he remembered so well. “I didn’t show up at The Players Club for casual conversation,” she said with a tight smile as she pulled her arm out of his grasp. “You gave me exactly what I came here for, so there’s no reason for me to stay.”

You gave me exactly what I came here for.
Oh, yeah, the fact that she’d just brazenly insinuated that she’d used him for sex stung like a son of a bitch. Like he was a gigolo for hire. He relaxed his clenched jaw and tried a different approach.

“At some point, we need to talk about the past,” he said and watched that guard of hers rise even higher.

“There’s nothing to discuss, because there isn’t anything you can possibly say to justify what you did with my stepsister, or make it go away.” She lifted her shoulder in a dismissive shrug. “It happened, and I’ve moved on.”

He almost called her out on the blatant lie. A woman didn’t respond the way she had to him, so openly and honestly, then turn cold when reality returned if she’d
moved on
. But it was obvious that after what they’d just shared, Paige was feeling exposed and emotionally defenseless. That, he understood, because his own emotions were all over the place, as well.

A sad, regretful light passed through her eyes. “Good-bye, Sawyer.”

He declined to respond with the same farewell, because her kind of good-bye meant forever, and he refused to believe, or accept, that this was the end. “Good night, Paige.”

“I
brought you
a double shot vanilla latte,” Kendall, one of Paige’s good friends, said as she strolled into the back work area of Couture Corsets. “I figured you could use the extra caffeine after your late evening last night.”

Paige set aside the sketch of the final design she was working on for the upcoming bridal expo—a gorgeous plus-size creation encrusted in crystals, pearls, and vintage beads that would be the pièce de résistance of her collection—and gratefully accepted her friend’s offering with a smile. “Yeah, I don’t know what I was thinking going to The Players Club on a Friday night, knowing I needed to be at the shop this morning.” And it didn’t help matters that she’d spent most of the night tossing and turning restlessly because Sawyer had consumed her thoughts and dreams.

“You were thinking about getting laid,” Kendall said with a sassy grin as she set down her purse and a file folder, then leaned a hip against the worktable and sipped her own caffeinated beverage. “Not that I blame you. I haven’t had sex in so long I’ve almost forgotten what it’s like.”

Paige heard voices drifting from the main floor and glanced out the crystal curtain separating the two areas. She caught sight of Summer, her assistant and front-end girl, as she helped another woman find a corset in her size. Knowing Summer had the floor covered, she shifted her gaze back to Kendall, who was watching her expectantly.