Exposed by Fate (Serve #2)(19)

With very little effort, Oliver settled her thighs on his shoulders and licked straight through her center, groaning the entire way. A scream broke past her lips when he found her tiny bud, licking it sweetly one second, sucking it through his teeth the next. His hands were punishing on her thighs, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises as he drove her to the brink of insanity with his mouth. Heat coiled inside her, tighter and tighter, promise of incredible relief so close, they were on a first name basis. Holy, holy shit. She pulled the bonds at her wrists taut to give herself leverage, and then she bucked against his mouth, all the while picturing his dark head moving between her legs. He gave her clit one final, long draw, and she screamed at the top of her lungs, shooting her past a glittering line she’d never managed to cross. Her eyes were covered, but she could see bright explosions going off in front of her eyes, in perfect timing with her frantic, joyful sobs.

“God. Oh God. Oh, please.”

“Please what, babe?” His breath was at her ear now, telling her he’d stood up. When? She couldn’t even remember him setting her feet back on the floor. His voice was muffled through the water still raining down on her head. “Is this what you want?” The unmistakable feel of his erection slipped across her belly and lingered. Full, smooth…heavy. “What you were begging me for at the gym?”

“Yes,” she pulled at the restraints, conflicted over wanting to be freed, but needing to remain restrained. “I want to touch you too.”

He dragged the head of his arousal through her ultra-sensitive center. “We’re touching everywhere it counts.” She felt his tongue in the valley of her breasts, licking upward, ending at her throat where he nipped at her, with enough bite to make her whimper. “Would you like to know what has already earned you your first punishment, Eliza?”

The flesh between her legs clenched. Do it now. “Yes, I want to kn—”

Her legs were wrenched apart. Oliver’s hips were suddenly wedged between hers, boosting her up against the slippery wall. “Wrap more of the leather around your wrists and hold on,” he growled at her lips. Eliza’s mind struggled mightily to grasp his directions. How could she think beyond his huge erection throbbing insistently at her opening, his entire muscular body plastered against her own, head to toe. Any minute now, he’d fill her. Finally. Finally. He pumped his hips against her once. “Do it.”

She fought through the haze in her brain, realizing her elevated position left slack in her restraints. No sooner had she doubled up on the leather wrapped around her wrists, removing the extra slack, that Oliver plunged inside her. Deep. Completely. Her scream echoed in the enclosed tile stall, ricocheting like a bullet fired from a gun.

Oliver’s own groan was long and drawn-out against her ear. “Oh, f*ck. Fuck.” He withdrew and sunk back in on a controlled thrust, sounding as though he was groaning through gritted teeth. “I know what your second punishment will be for. Keeping this tight-as-f*ck * away from me as long as you have. I ought to pull out and redden your ass right now.”

Her breaths were so labored, she couldn’t tell if she was crying or moaning. She didn’t care. Just wanted him to move. Move. “Y-you still haven’t told me what the first punishment is for.”

When he starting thrusting into her, she thought he’d decided to ignore her. Just as she’d seriously forgotten to care—because, ohhh God, the feel of him—Oliver spoke harshly against her ear, never pausing in his quickening drives. “The first time we met, you were so shy…you actually called me Mister Preston. I’m six goddamn years older than you, Eliza.” He hefted her legs higher around his waist so unexpectedly, she cried out. “Made me so hard. I can still you hear you saying it in that breathless little voice. Mister Preston…Mister Preston. Say it now.”

Her teeth rattled with the force of his drives. “Mister Preston.”

“You can do better than that.” He licked her ear. “Say, f*ck me, Mister Preston.”

Eliza moaned, her head falling back to hit the tile wall. “Yes. Fuck me, Mister Preston. Please.”

He brought his mouth down on hers, kissing her with the same desperation she felt building inside of her. Even with the blindfold on, she anticipated his mouth meeting hers and they tangled immediately, tongues mating frantically, keeping pace with his quick, rough thrusts sliding her up and down the wall. Bouncing her. Fucking her. This time, her climax beckoned from somewhere undiscovered, somewhere so deep it actually alarmed her at first. Her limbs started to shake uncontrollably, pressure building within to such a startling degree, she had to break the kiss to suck in a deep, gulping breath.

“Eliza?” He ripped off her blindfold, searching her eyes. Whatever he saw there only caused his expression to coat with awe, lust. For her. “Let it come. Let me have it all. Want it so bad.”

It was so close, shimmering in front of her like a mirage. How do I get there? She made a sound of frustration, making Oliver’s jaw harden once more. No more concern existed on his steam-slicked face, only determination.

Without breaking pace, he grabbed hold of her hair, twisting it in his fist. Prickles of pain assaulted her scalp, but it didn’t hurt. Not like it should. It was welcome. “You will come right now, Eliza, or I’ll put you over my knee and whip it out of you.”

Bliss. The blindfold had been discarded, but she was even blinder now than she’d been with it on. Every muscle in her body trembled as wave after wave of draining, consuming pleasure rolled through her body. Distantly, she heard Oliver shout a curse, before a hot flood was released inside her, colliding with her own. No longer able to hold herself up, she let the excess leather unravel from around her wrists, completely confident that Oliver would be there to catch her. Support her. And he was. He reached up to unfasten the restraints, then buried his face in her neck, holding her against the shower wall as they both came down from the soaring heights he’d brought them to. Eliza couldn’t catch her breath…it just continued to rattle in and out of her chest. She wanted to stay there forever, basking, marveling…but as seconds passed, something ugly bled from her subconscious into her conscious.