Page 19 of Silent Ties (Ruling Love #1)

“Is it intensifying and stimulating enough?” he asks, reading from the back of the bottle.

As if my face wasn’t red before.

“You think the orgasm will be intense enough?” He squirts more gel onto his fingers, tracing circles around my nipples.

“Max,” I cry out at the cold sensation. My skin buzzes, both from the gel and the way his eyes stare at me.

Max is dark. He likes his rough play as much as I do. But this guy sarcastically reading off an arousal gel bottle? Does Max actually have a playful side?

He pinches a nipple, pulling it up. It throbs and my back arches, lifting from the bed.

“You wanted to get a box of toys.” He throws the bottle behind him on the bed, unbothered by it. In its place, he picks up a vibrator.

“I didn’t. . . ” I pathetically trail off, my body rapidly heating.

“Try to be a brat?” he finishes for me. “Russ, when you flaunted your ass in my face earlier, were you looking for attention?”

I bite my lower lip.

“Of course, I’m not punishing you for flaunting your ass in front of me.” He clicks on the vibrator. “I’m punishing you for opening the door with your ass on display.”

“It wasn’t!” The guard watching the elevator camera probably didn’t even see anything.

He runs the vibrator over my pussy.

“Why were you being a brat?” he asks. I wiggle into the mattress, scared about how his eyes keep pinning me down.

“I wasn’t. . .”

“The semester is almost to the end and I’ve got papers due.”

“Oh.”

I didn’t know. He never talks about his schoolwork, but I know it stresses him out.

He runs the vibrator over my clit and I jolt. But he’s not done. He spreads my legs, inserting the toy in my cunt. He’s so completely unbothered as I whimper, my arms straining against the headboard.

Grabbing something behind him, he shows off a butt plug.

“At first I was confused,” he says, “because you know we already had some here.” The plug begins to buzz in his hand. “Then I figured out why you added this one.”

“Okay, wait.” I try to wiggle away, but it’s useless. He sits up, sliding in between my knees. I’m splayed open, on complete display. He grabs a new bottle of lube, pouring some on the butt plug and his hands.

“Max!” His fingers tease my ass.

I didn’t even play with myself after I got the package. Disgruntled by his lack of caring, I dropped the box on the floor and flung myself in bed. Knowing Max, he methodically went through the items, picking out which toys he wanted to play with.

“Relax,” he sternly tells me. I rock slightly, doing the opposite. “You’re going to play with your toy, Russ. Let it in or I’ll force it.”

The vibrator in my pussy, builds me up. His words have me crashing down.

He chuckles, brushing a strand of hair off my forehead. “That’s one. That’s good sweetheart, keep going.”

I yelp, the butt plug turning on. I’m impossibly full, but also confused and I must show it.

He sinks down on his side, next to me, propping his head up with his hand. “You wanted to play. We’ll play.”

His hand grips his cock, squeezing it. I stare, mouth dry. Languidly, he watches me, his hand working himself.

“Please. . .”

“Please, what?” he asks. “You’re going to come again, sweetheart, it’s okay.”

My back arches, the sensations building again. His hand slides up and down his cock.

“But I want your cock.”

He lifts one amused eyebrow. “Why didn’t you ask me for it earlier?”

I nearly growl. “I dropped hints.” And now I’ve got a ripped nightgown because he couldn’t take them.

His lips twitch, like he’s fighting a smile. “Are we back to the ass shaking?”

“I didn’t,” I moan. I fight for more friction, even as my skin heats.

Max lifts back onto his knee, sliding between my legs again. His hand continues to work himself, but he plays with a nipple, tugging and teasing it.

I come again.

“Two.” He places a kiss on my lips and I lift up trying to keep his lips on mine. “Where do you want my cock?”

I light up, tugging forward.

“Your cunt is full. And your ass.”

“Please. . .” I beg.

“There’s always your mouth.” He lifts up on his knees.

“No, fuck my cunt, Max.”

He nearly falls forward.

I’m writhing underneath him. I want to touch him, but I can’t get free. He could fuck my mouth and I’ll gladly take it, but I’m dying for his cock in my pussy. I want him deep and hard and if I don’t fucking get him soon, I’m going to explode.

I think he’ll tease me. Or make me wait since he’s sadistic like that. But something passes along his face. I’m loud in bed, I can’t help it, but I always leave the dirty talk to him. Maybe words of affirmation are also his thing, though.

“I need your cock,” I tell him. “I want my husband to fuck me. Now, Max.”

His eyes harden and he shoves two fingers down my throat. I gag, registering a second later how he removes the vibrator, his cock sliding into my pussy. He controls my body, his cock throbbing inside of me.

“Is this enough for you, wife? Or do you need more?” he asks.

He pinches my clit and I scream around his fingers. Tears creep down my face and the bastard leans down, kissing the corner of my eye. The move is oddly tender as his hips slam into mine.

“Next time, use your fucking words, Russ, before you let the guards see you walking around with your ass hanging out.”

In the two seconds it took me to grab my package, I doubt they saw a thing, but I don’t care at this moment.

I decide I like pissing him off. I like riling him up.

“You’re my needy little whore, always needing to come. It’s what you’ve wanted all night. What you’ve begged for. Come for your husband. I know you need to.”

Two seconds later, I shatter, crying around his fingers in my mouth. He doesn’t let up taking his time to find his pleasure. His back finally stiffens, his cum coating my insides.

He momentarily sags against me and I savor the feel of his weight over me. But he pulls himself away, freeing my hands, and gets up.

“Come on.”

There’s little choice but to follow Max into the bathroom. He forces me into the shower, washing off my sore pussy before he leaves me.

“You don’t need that,” he growls when I grab one of his T-shirts from the dresser. I shoot him a look. He already ruined one of my nightgowns and if I want to wear one of his shirts, I’ll wear one of his shirts.

“This is a pajama free household,” he grumbles under his breath. While I washed off, he changed the sheets, leaving the dirty ones for Olga to deal with.

After he quickly rinses off, he climbs into bed.

The sheets rustle and after a minute, get gets tired of my rolling around. “What?” he sighs.

What? He’s seriously asking me that.

“Stop fucking me within an inch of my life and then refuse to cuddle me. ”

This man has the audacity to look confused.

I motion for him to move toward me. “Hand.” I hold mine out.

He sighs again but gives me his hand. I pull him forward until his arm wraps around my waist and I wiggle back into his chest, smiling like a fool.