Page 46 of Gamble (Black Light #38)

“Spread your legs for me.” It was a command. One that took her a few seconds to register before obeying. “Beautiful. I was hoping I’d be able to see your juices this way, and you don’t disappoint, Reagan. You like getting your ass warmed, don’t you?”

What does one say to that question?

A fast volley of lashes took her breath away with their accumulated heat.

Elijah had widened his target range, letting strokes fall higher against her back before moving lower to pelt the back of her legs.

The steady line of lashes built up the heat not only on her skin, but with each passing minute the heat in her pussy grew until all she could think about was having Elijah inside of her, putting out that fire with his cock.

“Elijah,” she called—part protest, part plea.

“Reagan,” he replied. She could almost hear the smile on his lips.

A particularly loud crack filled the air just before the closest thing to pain she’d felt that evening exploded across her left butt cheek.

She lifted onto her toes, dancing around and wiggling her bottom in an attempt to bring her butt relief, but that didn’t deter Elijah from delivering the stroke’s twin onto her right butt cheek next.

The blooming heat across her ass brought tears to her eyes. He’d said he wouldn’t hurt her, but…

His body crushed against her back, pressing her arms into the wood of the cross as Elijah wrapped his arms around her, dropping his right hand to cup her pussy.

Reagan suspected her face was as pink as her punished ass was out of sheer embarrassment when Elijah’s fingers teased her.

“You’re so fucking wet. I think you’re liking your introduction to the flogger, don’t you, baby?”

He wasn’t wrong.

Crack!

“Owie,” she cried out as his right palm connected with her ass cheek. “What was that for?” she cried out.

“Just a little lesson that while we’re here at Black Light, I need you to call me Sir. When I ask you a question, you’ll answer me with a ‘yes Sir’ or ‘no Sir’. Can you do that for me, baby?”

“Yes,” she answered breathlessly.

Crack!

Shit.

“Yes, Sir!” she called out.

“Good girl.”

She heard his pleasure in his praise, and something inside her flip-flopped at the thought of being his good girl. The existence of a good girl somehow implied that there were also bad girls. She couldn’t even think about what might happen to a bad girl. Not tonight, anyway.

Elijah had stepped away again. She heard the swish of the leather just before it connected with her back and butt again and again. Each lash helped to drive out her anxious thoughts, leaving her a simple ball of need.

She was sure she could feel the pulsing beat of her heart throbbing with need in her exposed pussy. She could feel pussy juice dripping down her inner thighs she was so turned on, tickling her as it moved down her leg.

The sound of the heavy flogger hitting the ground was about the only warning she got that Elijah was moving onto the next phase of their scene.

Hands gripped her hips pulling the bottom half of her body backward while simultaneously lifting her feet off the floor.

Elijah’s claiming of her pussy stole the last conscious thread of control she had.

He’d filled her completely in one strong thrust, burying himself balls deep.

For just a second, he held still, allowing her body to acclimate to his girth, but only a second.

Like a man possessed, he truly fucked her hard and fast. Exactly as she’d been desperate for.

“Take what I give you, Reagan. That’s it. Be my good girl and take my cock. I’m going to shoot my cum inside you, baby. Mark you as mine. If you don’t want that, say yellow now because if you don’t, you’re gonna get a full load of cum deep in your pussy.”

The combination of his dirty words and even dirtier fucking tipped Reagan into the strongest orgasm of her entire life. White lights exploded behind her closed eyes as she felt her body being lifted even higher, giving Elijah a new, deeper angle to pound her.

Despite coming just a minute before she could feel her clit pulsing to the beat of her Dom’s fucking.

“Come again for me, baby,” he said as he stretched down to pinch her clit as the tip of his dick pounded into her g-spot.

Reagan exploded, crying out with pleasure as she felt Elijah’s spurts of hot cum filling her as he grunted his pleasure.

She wasn’t sure how long they’d stood frozen like that, each breathing heavy.

When his cock slipped from her pussy, she felt the gush of warm liquid dripping out of her, surely making a mess on the floor.

She should be embarrassed, but she just couldn’t muster up the energy.

Reagan felt utterly spent. The long day of Meena’s wedding, the emotional intensity of their first real scene together, and the sheer overwhelm of experiencing not just one, but two intense orgasms left her wanting to collapse.

When Elijah lowered her feet back to the floor, she felt her legs shaky and unreliable beneath her.

“Easy, baby,” he murmured as he quickly unbuckled the restraints holding her up.

Had he not been there to catch her, she probably would have face-planted onto the floor.

But Elijah was there, holding her up, guiding her to a nearby couch.

Pulling her into his arms, Elijah sat, taking her down to sit in his lap.

His own wet shaft pressed against her well-used pussy.

“Just breathe. I’ve got you.” His voice soft and gentle. It settled her.

He produced a bottle of water from somewhere and held it to her lips, encouraging her to drink while he stroked her hair and whispered soft reassurances. The aftercare was as intimate as the scene itself, his tender attention helping to bring her slowly back to herself.

“How are you feeling?” he asked after she’d had several sips of water.

“Like I’m floating,” Reagan admitted with a dreamy smile. “Is that normal?”

“Completely. You might be in subspace—it’s a natural high from the intensity of what we just shared.” He pressed a soft kiss on her forehead. “You did beautifully.”

Reagan melted into this praise even as she fought her growing exhaustion.

“So tired,” she murmured, snuggling into the crook of his neck.

“You’ve had a long day. Let’s get you dressed. I need to get you home and in bed.”

Elijah was so attentive, helping her get dressed. She sat on sideline of the room while watching him wiping down the equipment they’d used, taking extra care to clean up the wetness on the floor.

As they left the cocoon of the room, she snuggled tight to Elijah’s side, letting him lead them toward the exit while saying their goodbyes to Tyler and the other dungeon monitors.

She tried not to be embarrassed when Elijah’s friends all gave them knowing grins, clapping him on his back to congratulate him on finally getting laid.

The cool night air hit Reagan’s flushed skin as they finally stepped outside. She swayed slightly on unsteady legs as they made their way to the parking lot.

Without warning, Elijah swept her up into his arms, carrying her toward his car.

“Elijah!” she protested weakly. “You shouldn’t be lifting me yet. Your hip?—”

“My hip is fine,” he said firmly, his grip tightening around her. “Better than fine, actually. And I’ll be damned if I’m going to make my woman walk when she can barely stand.”

Reagan wanted to argue, but the truth was she felt boneless and utterly content to be carried.

When he settled her into the passenger seat of his Mustang, it was all she could do to scoot her body to the middle of the bench seat.

As soon as Elijah started the powerful engine, Reagan found herself curling up against his side, her head finding that perfect spot on his shoulder.

The gentle rumble of the car, combined with her post-scene exhaustion, had her eyelids growing heavy.

“Just rest, baby,” Elijah murmured, his free hand stroking her long hair. “I’ll get you home.”

The next thing Reagan knew, gentle fingers were stroking her cheek, calling her back to consciousness.

“Baby, we’re home,” Elijah’s voice was soft and warm. “Do you need me to carry you in?”

Reagan slowly stretched and opened her eyes, expecting to see the familiar facade of her apartment building. Instead, she found herself looking at the interior of Elijah’s garage as the door slowly lowered behind them.

“I guess I thought you were taking me home?” she asked, though she was thrilled to be back at his house. She’d loved the time she’d spent here during his recovery, loved the way it had started to feel like a real home rather than just a place to sleep.

Elijah turned to face her fully, his expression serious but hopeful. “I did take you home... at least I hope you’ll start to think of my place as your home too.”

Her heart skipped a beat at his words.

“I love you, Reagan Murphy,” he continued, his voice rough with emotion. “I don’t want to go to sleep a single night without you in my bed, and I want to wake up each and every morning with you in my arms. Move in with me.”

Reagan’s pulse raced as she processed his words. “Isn’t it kinda fast? I mean, we haven’t known each other very long.”

“Baby, if you need more time, then we can wait,” Elijah said, reaching up to cup her face gently. “But when you get as old as I am, I’ve learned that life is short, and I’ve already lived way too many years without you in my life. I don’t want to spend another day apart from you.”

Her logical brain knew that moving in together this quickly was super-fast. There were so many things they still didn’t know about each other yet, so many conversations they hadn’t had, so many potential complications they hadn’t discussed. Kids… marriage… money…

But it was her heart—and more accurately, her gut—that made the decision for her. Leaning in to kiss him softly, Reagan let her answer come from the place that had recognized him as hers from that very first night in Vegas.

“I don’t want to spend another night away from you either,” she said against his lips. “But I do have to insist on one critical condition.”

“Anything,” he grinned, relief and joy lighting up his features. “You name it.”

“You have to promise to take me to work with you on the weekends. I can’t wait for you to show off your Shibari skills on me.”

Elijah’s laugh was pure happiness as he pulled her closer. “It’s a deal.”