He looks me up and down slowly, waiting, reveling in every ounce of his power.
He doesn't need a suit or a limo or a fancy restaurant. He has it. No matter what he wears or where he goes, Ty knows exactly how to play me.
He keeps one hand on my hip. Slips the other between my legs.
His palm brushes my cunt. "You're wet."
"You're hard."
"Do you think that will make me relent?"
"No."
"Smart girl." He teases me with two fingers. Then he pulls back. Brings them to his lips. "That's one of the things I like about you."
"Thank you."
His eyes find mine. "You're going to come on my face."
My breath catches.
"Do you want it here? Or in the bed?"
"Will you fuck me after?"
"Maybe."
Fuck. "Please."
"I said maybe. Don't make me say it again."
"Yes, sir."
"Here? Or the bed?"
"Here."
"Sit." He places his hand on the table. "And spread your legs."
I turn. Slide onto the table.
"Fuck." His breath catches in his throat. "Beautiful." He rises. Pushes his chair aside. Places his body between my thighs.
I hook my legs around him reflexively.
He brings his hands to my thighs. Holds them in place.
He kisses me. Though I'm not sure I can call it a kiss. His lips are against mine, yes. His tongue is in my mouth, yes.
But it's not a kiss.
It's a command.
And all I want to do is obey.
I reach for his shirt. Pull it over his head.
He releases me. Lowers me onto my back.
Drops to his knees between my legs.
He's kneeling in front of me, but still, he has all the power.
Still, all I want to do is give him more.
I let my eyes close.
His fingers curl into my thighs. Then it's the heels of his hands. He pushes harder, until my thighs are digging into the table.
Until I ache.
Until I know I'm his.
Then he brings his lips to my inner thigh. One soft kiss, then his mouth is on me.
His lips against my clit.
His tongue against my folds.
He licks me up and down, slowly tasting every inch of me.
I hook my legs over his shoulders. Reach for something to steady myself. Get only the edge of the table.
He brings his tongue to my clit.
Soft flicks.
Then hard ones.
Back and forth.
Up and down.
There—
Exactly the spot I need.
"Fuck, Ty." My heels dig into his back.
He shoves my thighs against the table. Hard. Enough it hurts.
Enough I'm completely at his mercy.
Enough my sex aches.
Then it's the scrape of his nails against my skin. That perfect, sharp burst of pain.
He does it again. That same sharp scrape as he licks me exactly where I need him.
Again and again.
The knot inside me winds tighter and tighter.
Until it's too much to take. The pain and pleasure and control.
With the next brush of his tongue, I come.
My sex pulses. Pleasure spills through every inch of my body. All the way to my fingers and toes.
He works me through my orgasm. Then he stands. Pulls something from his back pocket.
A condom.
"Stay." He looks down at me as he undoes the button of his jeans. Pushes them off his hips.
Fuck, it's the first time I've seen this much of him in the light of day.
Those broad shoulders, the strong chest, the tattoo snaking around his ribs. That one is new. And there's something on his hip.
And he's—
Fuck.
He rolls the condom over his cock.
Brings his hands to my thighs. He holds me in place as he drives into me.
Fuck.
That feeling of his cock inside me—
I'm whole, I'm complete, I'm home.
Ty lifts my legs, holds them against his chest.
I'm not bound, not really, but I'm still at his mercy. I can barely move. Only to grab the table or rock my hips.
The table shakes as he fucks me.
My head hits the wood. My back. My ass.
Still, he holds me in place as he drives into me again and again.
He stretches my walls with every thrust.
It's intense.
Hard.
Rough.
Deep.
My eyes close. My head falls to one side.
He winds me tighter with every intense thrust.
Again and again.
So, so close.
His nails scrape my calves. Softly.
Then harder.
It's almost enough.
I'm almost—
"Touch yourself." His voice is all rough edges.
My eyes blink open. Meet his.
Fuck, the look on his face—completely in control, completely wild.
I slip my hand between my legs.
He holds me there, watching as I rub my clit.
Fuck. I'm almost there. I'm going to—"Please, Ty."
His nails scrape my skin.
"Please, sir. Please fuck me."
He stays in place for a moment, looking down at me, watching with rapt attention as I bring myself closer and closer.
Almost—
Almost—
Without warning, he drives into me.
I come instantly, my cunt pulsing against his cock, pulling him closer, deeper.
It pushes him over the edge.
He digs his nails into my thighs, groaning my name as he comes.
He thrusts through his orgasm, then he lowers my legs. He leaves me panting on the table as he does away with the condom.
Then he helps me up. Brings me to the shower—the one in his bedroom—and runs the water warm.
He gets in with me.
Stays there, in that perfect space, the two of us naked and spent and utterly without defenses.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Ty
After we wash and dress, we watch a movie on the couch. Sabrina. One of her favorites.
She lingers through lunch and another cup of tea.
Then she leaves to meet her sister at school and walk her home.
It's sweet. How much she cares. How willing she is to do anything for her Sienna.
Indigo insists on taking the subway. I insist on walking her to the station. Kissing her goodbye on the quiet concrete street.
The Financial District is bustling—it's almost rush hour—but I don't feel the need to hustle.
I don't care that I'm underdressed.
That I'm supposed to be at work.
Only that she's leaving.
I head home, but the apartment is different without her. Wrong somehow.
I give her time. I work out in the gym downstairs. Fix dinner. Watch an old thriller.
My contact sends the proofs. Our photos on a gossip blog, going live at midnight.
I warn her.
Ask her to meet me at the office.
Tell her what to wear under her dress.
But not what I'm going to do with her. I save that thought for myself. It warms the space until it's too hot to bear.
Until I have to strip to nothing.
Think of her.
Resist the urge to fuck myself.
It's more fun, reveling in the sweet torture of anticipation.
All night.
As I get ready for work. Head to the office.