Page 24 of Gamble (Black Light #38)

Elijah’s chuckle wasn’t comforting. “Interrogation tactics. Based on your reaction, I’m guessing you haven’t had anyone breach this little hole before?”

Wiggling her bottom, she tried and failed to get his finger dislodged from her ass.

“Of course I haven’t! Take it out!” she demanded.

Her pulse spiked and, for the first time, she gave saying that three-letter word serious thought. She didn’t mind admitting that reading about anal sex scenes in books may be hot. That didn’t mean she’d ever been tempted to give them a try in real life.

Her pleas only made Elijah push in deeper, and while his penetration didn’t hurt, it didn’t feel good either. It felt… weird. Wrong.

Naughty.

Instead of listening to her, he returned his mouth to her pussy, sucking at her clit even as he shoved another finger into her bottom, stretching her wider.

Intense sensations threatened to overwhelm her. The pleasure he was bringing more than outweighed the discomfort, but it was the humiliation and embarrassment she felt the strongest. This was dirty. Forbidden. She shouldn’t be letting him do this to her.

Yet the word that would stop him refused to come. Instead, she closed her eyes and just let her body absorb the sensations. When she reflexively tried to reach down to push him away, her restrained arms reminded her how vulnerable she was in that moment.

With each passing moment, he flamed her need higher. Like a master craftsman, he molded her body with his fingers and tongue until she was writhing on the table, desperate to come again.

The sensations stopped too soon, leaving her panting with need.

“Let’s try this again,” he said before nipping at her other inner thigh, his teeth grazing her skin. “What were you thinking about?”

“Can’t think straight,” she mumbled, thrusting her hips off the wood trying to find friction.

“Even better. That will make you spill the truth more easily. Now… what were you thinking about?”

Reagan forced her brain to engage—to think back to what she’d been feeling right after they’d finished their first time together. Warm memories reminded her, but she had new information now.

Shaking her head from side to side, she tried to avoid answering. His finger breeching her puckered hole deeper brought a squeal.

Why did it have to feel so good?

“I suggest you answer, young lady, or I might be tempted to replace my fingers with my cock. Watching you wiggle that beautiful ass of yours has me hard as a rock again.”

He wouldn’t dare. Would he?

“It’s nothing,” she said. When his fingers sped up their invasion, she desperately added, “I was just thinking how much I loved how you made me feel.”

Instead of being satisfied with her answer, he pinched her clit again and asked, “Which part did you like?”

Why did it matter?

“All of it.”

“Not good enough. I want to know what you liked the most so I can be sure to keep doing more of the same.”

Considering he had his fingers in her ass, and she wasn’t hating it, she was pretty sure the man had limitless tricks up his sleeve.

It was a good thing she was lying down because she felt lightheaded. Her breathing became erratic—desperate. But desperate for what?

More. She wanted more.

When his fingers were gone from her clit again, she cried out. “No! I was so close.”

“I know, that’s why I stopped,” he chuckled, kissing up and down her inner thigh again, whisking his lips across her clit, just enough to drive her need higher even as he wiggled the digits buried in her darkest channel.

Torture. He was torturing her, and God help her, she loved it.

“Gonna tell me yet or should I take you to the edge again?”

“Push me over the edge,” she begged. She was so close to coming.

“I’ll be happy to, just as soon as you tell me what I want to hear. What was it you liked so much that it put that look on your face?”

There were a million things. Physical things her body craved. But that was when she knew what it was he was waiting for. What he’d seen in her eyes in those critical moments when her guard was down.

Longing. Emotional connection. Intimacy. Those were the things he made her feel.

But she couldn’t tell him that. This was just a fun weekend. A debauched birthday weekend in Vegas. They’d go back to their respective lives the next day with nothing but fond memories. She couldn’t ruin the little time they had together by getting serious, could she?

Reagan couldn’t anticipate the feeling of loss she felt when he removed his fingers from her tight pucker.

But her loss was short-lived when his tongue moved lower to lick the rim of her anus.

The wave of sensations threw her over the edge.

It was too much, and yet not even close to enough.

It was dirty… wrong, and felt fucking fantastic.

He took his mouth away just long enough to taunt her. “My dirty girl likes to be rimmed.” His tongue lathed another swath before adding. “I wonder if she’d like me to take her anal virginity too?”

She nearly exploded at the mere threat of the act. God only knew how hard she’d come if he actually did it.

“No… please… not that,” she begged.

For the first time since she’d met him, Reagan felt a sliver of genuine fear. She barely knew the man she’d just let tie her down. All his talk of safewords aside, would he honor her limits?

“Hey… did I lose you?” His concerned face appeared above hers. When she didn’t answer, he palmed her cheek gently. “Remember, you’re in control, baby.”

Her arms were restrained. She didn’t feel in control.

“I’m not ready for more anal,” she finally admitted, hoping she wasn’t sounding like a prude.

“No anal. Got it,” he smiled his sexy smile. “Lucky for me, that still leaves a million other ways I can defile your luscious body while I still have you tied down.”