She nodded, just as fireworks shot off in the pit of her belly.
Wrapping a hand around her waist, he pulled her in close. Becca could feel his body. Totally hard. Totally aroused.
God.
She’d done this to him. She’d made him aroused. She wriggled her pelvis against his.
“Say it,” she urged softly.
“God dammit, woman. You’re killing me right now.”
There was actual pain in his voice. The good kind of pain. All deliciously tortured and desperate. Rockets just kept exploding inside of Becca’s belly, leaving smoldering sparks in their wake.
“Tell me you want to control me.”
“Oh God. I want to so badly.” His nostrils flared. “But if we do this, you have to do as I say. Can you do that?”
“Yes.”
He took her hands and held them together, wrist to wrist. “And you’d let me tie your hands together and suspend them from the ceiling, giving yourself to me to explore? To touch? To taste? Totally at my mercy?”
His words alone made her quiver, while his hand clutching her ass and dress together made her tremble.
“Yes.”
“And if I released you, only to tie you to the bed, you’d let me?” He arched a brow, waiting.
“Mmhmm.” She nodded eagerly.
“And you think you can lie still while I have my way with the front of you? Sucking on your toes, moving up, kissing your legs, your thighs all the way up to that sweet pussy of yours. Your legs tied open, so you’ll have to take my mouth, my fingers, all of me?”
“Jesus.”
“If I tell you not to move while I torture your pretty nipples with my tongue and my teeth, can you do it?”
Becca could barely stand. She leaned against Cal, her body liquid desire.
Just words. It was all just words, and yet she was more turned-on now than she’d ever been. With her body leaning into his, she clutched at his shirt and tilted her chin up. “Yes, Cal. I can do all of that. Now, please, just kiss me,” she said.
“That’s not how this game works.” He bent and scooped her up into his arms, just like he’d done on the beach. “I will kiss you when I choose to and not a moment before. You can beg as much as you like, but…” He carried her in through the open patio doors to the bedroom and set her on her feet gently beside the bed. “The more you ask for something, the more I’m going to make you wait for it.”
Tingles and shivers raced across her skin. “So, what do I do?”
“You just enjoy.” He nudged a strap of her dress off her shoulder, kissing a path across the top. “And, you will do what I say.”
“Everything?”
“Everything.” The second strap slipped from her shoulder, and he swept her hair to one side, nuzzling the exposed part of her neck. “That’s what this is about—you letting go and trusting me to make you feel good.” He cupped the back of her head, turned her toward him, and met her gaze. “Do you trust me, Becca?”
Considering she’d just met this man, the answer should have been a simple “no.” But in her mind’s eye, she recalled Cal soothing her in the airplane.
Protecting her from a wave.
Carrying her. Twice.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I trust you.”
She was really doing this with Calum-fucking-Price, of all people. Oh God. She was really doing this…
She swayed into him, her hands going to his chest, her fingers automatically undoing buttons, and Calum covered her hands, stopping her. “Did I say you could do that?”
“No.”
He stepped back, leaving her standing there, her dress askew, her body aching for the contact lost.
“No touching unless I say.” Though he was no longer touching her, his gaze felt like a caress. Rough and thorough.
“Take off your dress.” A delicious demand.
Becca’s hands shook as she shimmied out of her dress, leaving it on the floor where it fell. She didn’t know where to put her hands, and they fidgeted by her sides.
“You’re beautiful. Even when you’re feeling uncomfortable.” He drew closer.
“I’m not—”
“Yes, you are,” he interrupted, placing his fingers beneath her chin and his thumb against her lips to silence her. “Take my thumb into your mouth.”
Becca opened, and he slid his thumb inside. She closed her lips and sucked. Cal clutched the back of her head as he made wonderful rumbling sounds deep inside his chest.
She wasn’t beautiful. She knew that. But dammit if Cal didn’t make her feel that way.
“You’ve got a mouth on you, you know that?”
“Mmm…” she hummed, sucking and licking, cupping her hands around his and holding him close.
“Those hands.” He pulled his thumb out of her mouth and ran the wet digit down her jaw, throat, and between her breasts. “We need to give them something to do.”
Cal gazed around the room, his eyes landing on the glass doors of the patio. “Go stand at the window, facing out. Put your hands flat against the glass.”
“But—”
“Do it now.”
Her heart was in her throat as she wobbled toward the window, doing something that was so outside the realm of her experience that she would never have dreamed of it. But because Cal demanded it of her? She wanted to comply, and that excited her on levels she didn’t even know she possessed.
It was dark out, and the villa was secluded. No one was watching. But the idea that she was exposing herself, almost naked, facing out, was a thrill she’d never expected.
“Spread your legs.”
A jolt of heat penetrated her pussy as she did as she was told.
“If you move before I tell you, I will have to punish you. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
Becca closed her eyes and arousal coursed through her, turning her blood to wine, intoxicating every cell. She heard his approach: the soft footfalls of his bare feet. She felt the heat that emanated off his body as he stood behind her, breathing softly.
Not touching.
She opened her eyes and saw his reflection in the window, though it became hazy as her heavy pants fogged the glass.
Starting at her shoulders, he swept his hands down her back, following the curve of her waist, her hips, and her thighs.
“You have the softest skin,” he murmured. “So pretty…” He leaned down and kissed the top of her shoulder as his hands slid around the front of her hips beneath her panties to her mound.
Her bare mound.
“Did I mention last night how much I liked this?” He petted her gently. Softly. His fingers sliding down to barely graze her clit.
“No.” Grace had made Becca an appointment at her esthetician before coming on the holiday. Never had Becca experienced that kind of pain before, and she’d vowed to never go through such torture again. However, here and now, with Cal fondling her, she was glad for her silky, bare skin.
Becca wriggled against his hand; she couldn’t help herself. She was so turned-on, her clit so swollen and ready, that the heat from her core was probably steaming up the patch of glass between her legs. “Please,” she muttered.
“Please what?” Cal’s hand stilled between her legs.
“Please finger me.”
Still clothed, he leaned against her back and whispered in her ear, “You want my fingers inside of you?”
“Yes.”
“How badly do you want that, Becca?”
“Very badly.”
Lifting her hips, she pressed herself against his open palm, urging him to give her what she asked for. To penetrate her. To do the things he’d promised.
But instead of penetration, he slapped the inside of her thigh. The sting of his palm created a kind of unexpected pleasure she had only ever guessed at before.
“The only way I’m going to give you what you want is if you stand perfectly still. Can you do that?”
“No,” she said without t
hought.
Slap.
Becca arched her neck, her legs wanting to give out from the pleasure of his hand.
“Turn around.”
Slowly, she turned, a full-body roll against the glass.
“Hands up. Keep them up.”
Becca placed her hands above her head. Her lids felt weighted as she gazed at Calum from beneath her lashes. The man was magnificent. What she’d assumed was arrogance way back when she’d met him in the airport was actually something else. While there was lust in his heavy-lidded gaze, there was also power. Confidence. Virility.
It was so fucking sexy.
And he was still clothed, which made her feel even more vulnerable, yet it was a vulnerability that she’d always craved.
“Look at you,” he said as he softly caressed her cheek. “You look like you’ve already been fucked.”
Her body arched toward him in reply, and Cal responded by dragging his fingers down her chest to her breasts, where he fondled her. Gently at first and then more roughly: squeezing, pinching, twisting. Each of his actions creating an equal reaction in her: panting, crying out, cursing.
“Do you like that?”
“Yes.”
He bent to her nipple and sucked it into his mouth, all warm and soft to begin with, until his teeth took hold of her tip and twisted. A cord from that nipple ran all the way to her clit, and it became taut in response. As if sensing the connection, Cal’s hand found its way back beneath her panties to her clit, twisting one way while his teeth twisted her nipple the other, an erotic seesaw within her body that had her arching and crying out.
Becca couldn’t stand it. It was all too exquisite.
“I love the way you react to me. Do you know that?” One final tug and suddenly his fingers were inside of her, plunging deeply into her warmth.
The sensation overwhelmed her, and Becca crumpled around his hand, her fingers digging into his shoulders for support, her mouth to his neck to lick and bite with equal ferocity. She was so consumed by passion, she’d completely forgotten the game they were playing.
She didn’t care anymore. She needed to act. To react. To kiss and touch.
Except suddenly Cal’s hand stopped pumping, and he stepped away, leaving her panting against the glass.
With a control she couldn’t fathom, Cal went to sit on the bed. “Come here.”
Becca willed her legs to move. It wasn’t far, only a few steps to join him, yet it may as well have been a mile for how daunting the distance seemed.
“Now.”
Putting one foot in front of the other, Becca finally got there, standing in front of him, her arms loosely crossed in front of her breasts.
“Don’t hide yourself from me.” He tugged her hands away and devoured her with his eyes. Then he turned her around, guided her hands to the bed and bent her over. “I told you not to move.” His voice was deep. Rough. Full of barely tethered control. Fitting his fingers beneath the bands of her panties, he eased them over her hips and down her legs.
Becca knew what was coming before it came. She longed for it. “I’m sorry I disobeyed.” Good lord, these were words that she thought would only remain in her deepest, darkest fantasies.
Though this was so much better than anything she could have ever imagined.
“Yet, you did.” He rubbed a circle on her ass, preparing her flesh before the first sharp sting of his palm.
If Becca thought there was a cord between her nipple and clit, there was a telegraph line from the skin of her ass to her pussy. Liquid heat suffused her bottom, and Becca gasped with need.
“Please,” she begged, even though she was starting to learn that Cal really meant what he said about not giving in to her when she begged. It didn’t matter, she couldn’t help it. “More.”
Cal growled and stood. Grasping her hips firmly, he pulled her ass flush with the front of his trousers. “Jesus, Bec. You’re making this so hard…”
She barely heard him. Barely cared. All she cared about was grinding her ass against that wonderfully solid ridge behind his fly. He thrust dryly against her, and it wasn’t nearly enough.
“Please, Calum, please.”
When he released her, Becca swung her gaze over her shoulder, a protest on her tongue. But she stopped when she was greeted with a welcome sight, Cal’s fly unzipped and him rolling a condom over his cock.
Oh, yes!
“Dammit,” he said when he was finished. “I don’t know what fucking power you have over me, but…” He took hold of her hips again, guided his wonderful, masculine flesh up to her soaked entrance and thrust.
Becca cried out. Her body was so primed by Cal’s touch and demands that she felt every inch of his penetration from her outer rim to the deepest part of her. With a grunt, he withdrew before slamming home again. Her body met his thrust, the end of him hitting a wonderful spot in her inner walls that created prisms of light behind her eyes and a flood of heat from her core all the way up into her throat.
She’d never felt this way with a man before. Not even close, and with each thrust, each penetration, she was taken to a new place. A new galaxy. A whole new fucking universe.
It got even better when Cal leaned over her, his right hand sliding to the front of her, rubbing her clit. But when he sank his teeth into her shoulder, she shattered into a billion exploding stars inside the galaxy of her body, leaving her spent but also completely and utterly new.
Chapter Ten
What was it about this woman that sucked all the control out of him? He loved playing the part of the dominant, loved bringing women to the point where they wanted everything at once, loved being clothed while having a woman’s body at his disposal to play like an instrument until they were a boneless mass of pure pleasure.
But with Becca?
A simple “please” from her, and he came undone. The sight of her sweet rosy pussy, quivering and wet, made his cock overrule his head.
“Where are you going?” Cal asked when he returned from the bathroom to find Becca pulling her dress over her head.
“Back to my villa.”
He took her hand and pulled her into his arms, catching the soft cotton of her dress and drawing it back up over her head.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
“Cal,” she said, a soft smile touching her lips. “I need to get back to my room.”
“In a bit.”
“Fine.” She rested her hands on his chest and gazed up at him from beneath her lashes. “But then this shirt needs to come off.”
“Fine.”
He watched her delicate fingers work the buttons on his shirt. He could imagine her at a computer, the same intense concentration on her features as her fingers flew over a keyboard. It was a strangely sexy image.
“God, I love your chest,” she said, pushing the fabric apart and kissing the spot between his pecs.
“I love yours, too.”
When he went to touch her, she slapped his hands away. “Uh-uh.” There was a glint of mischief in her expression. “My turn to torture you, mister.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Oh. I think so.”
She pushed his shirt off his shoulders, muttering the whole time about how abnormally broad his shoulders were, and that it wasn’t fair to other men—which made him smile—until she dropped in front of him and undid his fly, pushing his shorts down his legs and remaining there on the floor, gazing up at him with a wicked gleam in her eyes.
Sifting his fingers through her hair, he guided her head toward his already growing erection. But instead of taking him in her mouth, she said, “Nope.”
“What do you mean?” he asked huskily.
“I mean, I’ll suck your cock when I decide to suck your cock and not one second before.”
Cal’s fingers curled into her soft strands, and he growled. No woman had ever dared to talk to him like that before.
The result was immediate.
His erection raged, and despite the fac
t he’d just come, he needed Becca Evans. Again. Right now.
…
“Where were you last night?” Grace asked Becca after emerging from her hour-long shower the next morning.
“Out.”
“That’s two nights in a row you’ve been ‘out.’” Grace squinted at her. “What have you been out doing?” Her brows waggled suggestively. Then she covered her mouth, but not before a little squeal escaped. “You met someone.”
“No,” Becca said, pushing past Grace to the bathroom and then shutting the door on her sister. “I haven’t,” she called through the closed door.
“Oh my God,” Grace shouted back. “You’re having sex! How was it?”
Cracking the door, Becca leaned her head out. “I’m not having sex. Now leave me alone so I can shower.”
But Grace was like a dog with a ball, tirelessly asking for it to be thrown over and over again. Twenty minutes later, when Becca emerged, a towel wrapped around her midsection and another wrapped like a turban on her head, Grace was sitting in front of the vanity, flat ironing her hair.
“So? How was it?”
“Grace. Drop it.”
“I knew it.” She grinned. “You know, I told Calum that you needed to get laid. Little did I know you’d take my advice. But, I’m so happy for you.” This time she didn’t even bother to hide her squeal.
Becca groaned inwardly as she grabbed a clean dress from the drawer. Her empty stomach roiled with discomfort. She needed to change the subject, but Grace followed her into the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe and observing Becca in the reflection of the mirror. “Who is he?”
“No one,” Becca insisted. “I didn’t meet anyone. Can I please get dressed in peace?”
“You’re lying,” Grace said in a singsong voice, ignoring Becca’s request for privacy. “Tell me all about him.” She sat on the closed toilet seat, waiting for Becca to answer.
Which of course, she didn’t. There was no way she was going to tell Grace who she was with and what she’d been doing.
“Oh, come on, Bec,” Grace urged. “What’s he like? And don’t say he doesn’t exist. You were out last night until after midnight, and the night before it was like two a.m.” Grace got up and came to stand behind Becca. “You thought I was asleep, but I wasn’t.” She winked at her sister in the mirror. “You had sex hair both times.”
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