Any Way You Want It (Brand Clan #2)(73)

“Thank you. Now put the clamps on me.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She watched, pulse pounding erratically, as he carefully fastened the clamps onto her elongated nipples. She hissed, pain mingling with erotic pleasure.

“Are you okay?”

She nodded tightly.

He leaned down, licking her areolas to soothe the raw ache. Delicious shivers raced through her. As his lips suckled the plump swell of her breast, one then the other, she could feel the wetness of her slit, the hungry need pulsing in her clit.

She cupped his face between her hands, coaxing his gaze to hers. “I want you to f*ck me from behind,” she whispered.

A slow, wicked grin curved his mouth. “With pleasure.”

“In the ass.”

He went still, his eyes searching her face. “Are you sure?”

She lifted an imperious brow. “Are you questioning my command?”

“No, my queen,” he said huskily. “I’ll make love to you, any way you want me to.”

Her heart skipped a thrilled beat.

Nipples throbbing from the clamps, she crawled to the table, reached inside the bag and retrieved the anal lubricant that she’d snuck into the cart yesterday when Remy wasn’t looking.

He watched through heavy-lidded eyes as she poured some of the lubricant into her palms, then smoothed it over his rigid erection, making him shudder from the silky friction.

He climbed off the bed, then dragged her to the edge and set her booted feet on the floor. She spread her legs and bent forward, thrusting her ass high into the air. Remy murmured appreciatively and caressed the swell of her backside.

Glancing over her shoulder, Zandra watched as he licked his middle finger, then gently slipped it inside her hole, preparing her for his entry.

As he pushed a little deeper, she instinctively tensed.

He stopped.

“I’m kinda big,” he murmured without a trace of conceit. “I don’t wanna hurt you.”

Her heart melted at his concern. “You won’t.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.” She slowly gyrated against him. “Come on. Fuck me.”

He used one hand to spread her ass cheeks. With the other he gripped his erection and guided the blunt head to her tight opening. She closed her eyes as he eased inside her, his thick cock stretching the tight anal muscles.

She bit her lip hard, letting herself relax to take more of his length.

“Am I hurting you?” His voice was rough.

She shook her head quickly. “Keep going,” she half begged.

He moved deeper, his cock dragging against the sensitive tissue as he stretched her some more.

Suddenly he paused, gasping and shaking. “Ahh...you’re so tight. You feel so...f*cking good.”

She moaned. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

After another moment he began thrusting his hips, his cock slowly pumping in and out of her ass. When he reached between her thighs and rubbed her clit, she shuddered with pleasure, clenching fistfuls of the silk bedspread.

His strokes accelerated, his dick tunneling between her buttocks as he buried himself deeper inside her tight clasp.

She closed her eyes and bit her lip hard enough to draw blood.

She felt raw, wanton. Outrageously decadent.

Remy wrapped her hair around his hand, pulling her head back to growl silkily against her ear, “Am I pleasing you, Your Highness?”

“Um...”

He smacked her ass, and she cried out with pleasure. He whacked her again, harder, and this time she sobbed out, “Yes!”

He laughed, dark and triumphant.

She soon forgot about the role-playing, forgot about the eyes secretly watching them from the other side of the glass wall. She forgot about everything else and simply lost herself to the moment.

Lost herself to Remy.

She’d had anal sex before and had enjoyed it, but not like this. Never had it been this good. Pleasure flooded each and every nerve ending of her body. Her breasts bounced up and down as Remy f*cked her deeply. With her nipples stinging from the clamps and his cock plundering her *, it was sensory overload.

Before long she was shaking, needing desperately to come.

And then he reached around and slid his finger into her wet *, filling both of her orifices.

That was all she could take.

“Remy!” she screamed as she climaxed, the orgasm seeming to erupt from every direction.

She felt his cock pump and jerk spasmodically. Then he shuddered, tensed and shouted her name as his hot semen burst into her, making her come even harder.

Afterward they gasped and panted together, his arm clasped tightly around her waist, clutching her to him. Her vision was blurred, and her ears were ringing from the rush of blood to her head.

“Your Highness is absolutely amazing,” Remy whispered, his hot breath burning her ear.

Zandra smiled languidly. “I could say the same of you, slave.”

“Could?”

“Mmm. Might.”

She squealed as he scooped her up and dumped her onto the bed. Before she could scramble away, he swooped down on her and hauled her close so he could spoon her, their bodies sticking together with sweat.

Zandra sighed, thoroughly and deliciously sated. Belatedly remembering the nipple clamps, she reached down and unfastened them, then gently massaged her sore areolas with her fingertips.