Page 94 of Hell Bent

Oh.Wow.I was squirming under him, panting, as he moved some sort of vibrator against me. And worse—it was the suction kind. The kind that made me crazy in about thirty seconds flat.

He took his hand away, but left the vibrator there. “Hold still,” he said in my ear. “Or you won’t get what you need.” And he took my wrist again, bent it behind my back, and I …

So this is what it means,I thought dimly,to get plowed.After that, I didn’t think at all, because he was going faster, and I was tightening up, trying to hold still, trying to keep that vibrator where it was. My wrist held tight. Myhairheld tight.

One second, I was thinking,I can’t do this. I can’t. I can’t.The next? I wasn’t thinking anything. I was gasping, the waves roaring through me, knocking me down. Taking me over. And Sebastian didn’t stop. He was still going, and so was I. Impossibly. You couldn’tfeelthis much.

“Fuck,” he was groaning. “Fuck. You’re too … you’re too …” He seemed to grow bigger inside me, and then it was happening. He was knocking me over the edge again, but this time? He was coming with me, giving it to me so good. My head pulled back. My wrist held tight.

Dominated.

Sebastian

We lay on our backs, gasping for breath. I still had her wrist, because I was holding on.

She said, “Are you still … mad?”

I had to laugh. I was so breathless, it came out as more of a huff. “I can’t remember.”

“Mm.” She rolled over, got her mouth over mine, and kissed me long and deep. “You are opening up new worlds. I’m just saying.” Smiling into my eyes, then saying, “Oh! Ben. Breakfast.” Putting her forehead against mine, laughing silently. “He’s going to be so traumatized. Come on. Let’s get dressed.”

I didn’t much want to get dressed. I didn’t much want to move. “Right,” I said, and pushed up to do it. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? Your wrist? Inside you?”

She flexed the wrist. “No. You held tight, but you didn’t hurt. And you didn’t hurt me inside, either. But maybe not any harder than that, OK?”

“Right,” I said. “Got it. I’ll go easier next time. If I don’t? Speak up.” And thought,You fool. Youfool.This is how you show her she matters to you?

“Can I ask?” She was pulling on clothes as she talked. Pale-blue underwear, and that thin, stretchy bra to match.

I focused. I also reluctantly pulled on my own underwear, found a pair of jeans. “I’m scared to hear,” I said. “But ask anyway.”

She was getting into yoga pants now, and just the sight of that ass wriggling to get those pants up was distracting me as she said, “Is this your normal repertoire? I mean, is this the way you normally like?”

“Uh …” How did you answer that? “Not necessarily. It’s just that you?—”

“That I what?” She had a T-shirt held overhead, but turned her head to look at me out of those huge princess eyes. Such a soft, pretty face, and that steel-trap mind beneath it.

“That you make me want to do it,” I admitted. “The way you are. I told you, a dominance struggle works for me. And I can’t be rough or go too hard, so …” I shrugged and pulled on my own T-shirt. “But if it’s too much, I’ll tone it down.” I didn’t want to say that part, but I knew I had to.

“I’ll take that under advisement,” she said, cool and cheery as you like. “And don’t you think it’s time to tell me why on earth you would’ve been mad at me?”

I had to laugh. I sank down on the bed, ran a hand over my unshaven jaw, and said, “I’m not positive, but I’m thinking it’s that you don’t need me enough. Sounds stupid, but that’s probably why I?—”

“Had to make me beg,” she suggested, sitting down beside me and taking my hand.

“Well, yeah, if you put it like that. You went for a run and didn’t wake me up. Took my grocery list.”

“Taking your grocery list is a capital offense? Honestly? That’s the stupidest reason I’ve ever heard.”

“Hey.” I did my best to glare at her. “Here I am, being honest.”

“Yes, about being stupid.” She took my head in her hands and kissed my mouth. “You want me to wake you up next time and ask if you want to do the run too? I thought you were tired after your game and needed to sleep.”

“I could want to,” I admitted. “But I’d like you to ask me. Unless you need alone time or something, of course.”

“This equality thing’s a bitch, huh?” She grinned, and I grinned back and said sheepishly, “Well, yeah. At times. Also, you didn’t tell me it was your birthday.”

“How do you know that?” A frown on her face now.