Brutally Beautiful(96)

“No,” she said demurely. Perfectly.

Threading my fingers through her hair, I pulled her face up to mine. “Fuck Ms. Matthews, you like being tied up don’t you?”

“Probably as much as you do, Mr. Grayson.”

“You liked being spanked, Ms. Matthews? Because I’ve wanted to see that perfect ivory backside of yours turn pink under my hand.”

Her answer was to flip herself around and raise her ass in the air at me, arms stretched and crossed from the bound bowties. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.

My hands glided up her thighs, slid over the plump cheeks of her ass and my tongue followed behind. “Give me a word for you to escape from this,” I whispered against her flesh.

“I don’t need one, Kade. I trust you.”

“Baby, give me a word so you can have the control.”

“Tuxedo,” she whispered.

The slap made her gasp. And there, on the right side of her ass was the beautiful pink hue of my handprint. Just one slap. One slap and I was breathless, in a frenzy to thrust inside her so deeply. Two more slaps and I caressed the soft pink spots as she panted for more.

Slowly, I dipped my fingers into her. “You’re soaked, Samantha. Tell me what you need,” I murmured. My fingers stroked in and out, faster and faster, “So f*cking wet.” I wanted to consume her.

“I need you,” she whispered, pushing her hips to the rhythm of my fingers.

Thrusting my cock into her, she cried out in a loud moan, thighs quivering. With my fingers still wet from her, I eased two fingers into her ass.

Groaning, her hips began grinding into mine. Holy shit, she liked it dirty. Her muscles squeezed around my cock, they trembled and wept as I thrust into her again and again. “You feel so good, Sam.” Harder and harder. Faster and faster. She took it all. She’s played submissive before, and she’s played it well. The thought broke me.

“Oh f*ck,” she gasped. “Don’t stop, I’m going to…” She was constricting around me so hard I couldn’t hold back, I didn’t want to.

Clutching at her waist, I slammed my hips against her flesh and spilled myself inside her, both of us collapsing and panting onto the bed.

Easing my fingers and my cock out of her, I freed her from the bowties and gathered her in my arms. She giggled and tucked her body into mine, “We are both in desperate need of a shower. We smell like sex. Lots of sex.”

Chuckling into her hair, I smiled, “Smells pretty delicious to me.”

She slapped my ass hard, “Come on, Kade. Let’s get one together.”

Fuck if I was going to say no to that.

In the middle of us trying to get dressed, and more discussions of her childhood and avoidance of any David conversations, my damn doorbell rang and Bree, or rather Jennifer, stood outside my door with a coat covering a blood streaked shirt. It sobered up my extreme horniness immediately. Samantha pulled her through the front door and into my kitchen, shoving a cup of coffee into her hands. “I was just telling Kade about my childhood,” she said seriously to Jennifer.

Jennifer stood there awkwardly. “Kade, this is Jen and I’m tonic,” she laughed. I didn’t and neither did Jen. She always tried to make the most awkward jokes to ease other people’s discomfort. Even though it never worked, she never gave up trying to make people feel better. That said a lot about her character to me.

“Uh…so…How’s Dylan this morning?” Sam asked.

“He’s doing really well, no infections so far. In fact, he’s even up and walking.”