Beneath the Scars (Masters of the Shadowlands #13)(89)

His return gaze was steady. “I don’t want you to orgasm yet, Josie. Fight it off. Can you do that for me?”

He didn’t want her to come. But I want to. Need to. She bit her lip. “Can you do that for me?”

She’d do almost anything for him. Panting in frustration, she fought her climax down, drawing away from the edge of coming.

“There’s a good girl.” His approving smile sent joy singing in her veins, and then the bastard lowered his head and started licking again.

This time the urgency rose even faster, a terrifying pressure inside her, ready to explode. He lifted his head to murmur, “Not yet, Josie,” and waited for her to fight it down.

How did he know?

He started again. Every thrust inside her pulled her closer, every light touch on her clit made it more swollen, more taut—and she fought back another climax. Every exhalation held a moan of need and pleading.

He paused. Paused. Paused.

“I’m proud of you, sweetheart. You can come now.” His lips closed around her clit, his tongue teasing and tapping.

Under the exquisite torment, the pressure inside her built to a razor’s edge.

His fingers thrust in just an infinitesimal amount harder.

“Oh, God.” The explosion hit in a wild eruption. Spasm after spasm of billowing pleasure poured through her, right down to her toes like molten hot lava flowing to the sea.

As her orgasm eased and she sucked in air from the aftershocks, Holt laughed—laughed—and suddenly his fingers moved, thrusting hard and fast inside her.

With a shocked gasp, she stiffened, and her center spasmed hard again in fresh waves of pleasure.

Oh God, Oh God.

The rolling climax lasted and lasted.

Finally, as her heart began to slow, his mouth came down on her exquisitely sensitive clit. He curled his fingers upward inside her pussy and massaged a place that sent amazing sensations careening up her spine. Rather than dancing lightly over the nub, his tongue rubbed firmly. Demandingly. And the fingers stroking that internal spot were relentless.

Her body shot back into monstrous need. My God, she’d already come twice. “No,” she whispered. “I can’t.”

“You can. You will.” He blew a puff of air over her sensitive nub and made her tremble. His eyes met hers as his lips curved into a wicked smile. “Sweetheart…we’re just getting started.”

He licked over her clit, each flickering touch a merciless wonderful torment as he pushed her back toward the precipice. And then, his mouth closed over her, and he sucked.

Exquisite heat roared into her core, and her whole body arched upward as she came again. The stunning pleasure whipped through her body in a fireball of sensation. “Noooo.” Her hips tried to buck—futilely.

Inside her, his fingers pressed deeper, thrusting in and out, before he returned to massaging her G-spot.

Her knees trembled in the restraints as pleasure after pleasure engulfed her. Her whole core was one tingling lake of sensation.

Mercilessly, he kept her going. His tongue flickered over her just enough to spark another wave. His fingers rubbed inside her. And her orgasm went on…forever.

When Holt finally straightened, sweat beaded on her skin, and her body was limp with satisfaction.

Amusement and heat shone in his eyes. “You’re gorgeous when you come, Josie. I’m tempted to keep this going a while longer.”

Still gasping for air, she stared at him in disbelief.

After removing the belts and releasing her arms and legs, he massaged the aches from her stiff shoulders and hips. “But I owe you a spanking, and it’s not good to defer a punishment.”

Her sluggish mind grappled for what he meant. Punishment? Wait.

As he picked her up and positioned her belly-down over his knees, she realized she should have run.

“No, no, I don’t—you can’t.” Her hands were flat on the carpet on one side of his legs and her feet on the other.

He caressed her bare bottom with his large, callused hand. “You have a great ass, have I mentioned that?” His palm stroking her felt so good in the aftermath of all those orgasms. “With your fair skin, my handprints are going to look very pretty.”

Hand prints? Oh, Lord, no one had mentioned the man was a sadist. “Why do you want to hurt me? I’m not…”

“Not a masochist. I know, pet. It’s like this—when aroused, many people will process pain as pleasure. Of course, not everyone does, so we’ll explore and see where you fit on the continuum. This will be a bit of punishment and perhaps a lot of fun.”

Fun? She’d never seen “spanking” listed in the dictionary under the definition of “fun”.

He reached between her legs. At the sound of a familiar hum, she realized he’d positioned the wand vibrator to poke up between his thighs. With firm hands, he repositioned her hips, placing her pussy directly over the vibrating head.

As the vibrations struck her clit, and she jumped. “No. I’m too sensitive.” She squirmed sideways so her nub of nerves wasn’t touching the device.

“No worries. I’m going to move all the blood away from your pussy.” His hand came down on her ass with a stinging whack.

“Ow!” Twisting, she put her hand over her butt to guard it.

“Uh-uh, sweetheart.” He caught her wrist, pinned it to her lower back, and then smacked her harder. Whap, whap.