Of course I’d gone to bed before Cade. He’d disappeared into the living room as if he wasn’t at all perturbed by my spray paint outburst.
Damn, that was going to cost me some money. I knew I’d need to comp them for that, but it felt good to let go, to make it known that I wasn’t here to take anyone’s crap, that I could toss it right back at him.
I’d felt like me for a moment, acting out and embracing the spark that flared to life. Well into the night, though, I’d woken to see him smiling as he spray-painted Dollface over my headboard too.
Something was wrong with us.
We definitely had issues, but when I cracked my eyes open the next morning to sheets rumpled on his side and no Cade in bed, I chuckled to myself. He’d actually slept on his side of the line, he’d indulged me when he didn’t need to.
I stretched and grabbed my makeup bag to go shower. I didn’t bother with avoiding the painted barrier now. It was the principle of the matter, quite frankly. So I took my time brushing my teeth in the en suite bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror. I ran my finger across the bite marks on my neck.
I hadn’t realized how rough we’d been the night before when he got me off at the table. My nipples tightened as I stripped off my T-shirt and underwear to get into the shower. My skin reddened with the thoughts of last night.
No man but Cade could irk me so much and turn me on at the same time. He pushed me so close to the brink of my emotions that I wasn’t sure how I’d survive keeping a lid on them throughout the rest of this retreat.
I turned on the water and let the water droplets run over my head until they were so hot, they nearly scalded my skin. I needed the heat, the pressure, and the privacy now. I needed to get the vision of Cade working my pussy, biting my neck, and sliding his hands over my body out of my head.
My fingers dove into my folds, and I moaned softly at how wet I already was. I needed the release to focus. The water heated my skin, dampening it along with the sweat as I worked myself up.
I imagined his cock, how hard it got when he stared at me, how the metal would rub against my most sensitive spot exactly the way I wanted, how he knew I wanted him to take control, to steal my breath so long I’d almost panic.
I rolled a finger over my clit, and it was right then that the shower curtain flew open. I jerked my hand away from my center and gasped, “Cade!”
“Don’t stop on account of me. No reason to when you were imagining me fucking you anyway.”
“I’m in the shower, you asshole!” I tried to jerk the curtain away from him, but he didn’t let it go. So I stood back and crossed my arms over my breasts, standing tall. Gerald might have said I needed to lose weight, but I knew Cade enjoyed how I looked, and I did too. I wasn’t ashamed of my body.
“You’re in the shower on my side, right?” he pointed out.
“Are you kidding me right now?”
“Nope. You started this game.”
“Whatever. So what? I’m on your side.” I shrugged.
“New rule—when you’re on my side, you do what I want.” He held my gaze, and that look told me he wasn’t going to let me leave.
“And if I don’t?” I left one arm over my breasts and cocked a hip to prop up my other hand.
“You know I enjoy punishing you, Izzy. I have no problem doing that now. I think this retreat will serve a couple new purposes.”
“Like what?”
“Like teaching you who’s in charge. Maybe a way for us to get each other out of our systems too.” His tone lowered, his eyes darkened, his demeanor changed. Cade wanted me to rebel, and my pussy responded. I could feel how much I wanted to be a brat and not listen.
“Get real,” I whispered, challenging him. He was right, though. I needed him out of my system. My response was breathless, excited, and a little too eager.
He stepped back with one side of his full lips rising up. That smirk told me the cat was out to play and he wanted me to be his mouse. “Go ahead then, dollface. Try to leave.”
I glanced at the doorway, knowing I could try to make a run for it, but I’d have to move past him. Cade was an immovable tower—a suited-up, dark-haired, very good-looking, very muscular tower—that I eyed up and down.
Him and his stupid three-piece suit was starting to get infuriating even if I saw the outline of his hard cock. I wanted to see the skin underneath as I stood there naked with water droplets rolling down my body. And the only way to get it was to push him like he pushed me. “You wouldn’t know how to punish me the right way if you tried.”
I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. He didn’t move a muscle other than the one in his jaw, which ticked rhythmically.
Maybe I’d read him wrong. Maybe he would let me walk right by him and he didn’t really care.
But as I took one more step toward the door, his hand slammed down on the frame. “You came to my side to play, didn’t you?” he asked quietly. His eyes focused on only my center then. “Face the mirror and play with that pussy. Matter of fact, let me help you.”
He grabbed my hair and turned me roughly toward our reflection, standing behind me and forcing me to bend at the waist. I caught myself on the counter, but he shoved me down farther until my ass was out for him to grind his cock against. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning.
He tsked over and over as he rolled his suited cock against my pussy, and I arched my back trying to create more friction by moving my hips with him. “You’re going to ruin my suit, baby. That pussy of yours can’t even handle my cock this close to it. It’s weeping for me, crying for its owner to come home.”
“Funny. I was pretty wet before you got here,” I said just to piss him off.
He chuckled, but when he pulled his cock away, I whimpered, not ready to be done with it. Using my hair, he turned me to face him and grabbed my hip with his other hand, scooting me onto the counter. “Why don’t you spread your legs and show me how well you play with yourself, then?”
He let go of me, took a step back, and stared expectantly. My hand crept toward my center, skimming my wet thigh and letting the air between us cool me. His eyes raked over my body, though, and it heated me up instead, like he was holding a fire to my skin. My hair clung to my chest, my breathing made my breasts rise and fall quickly, and I knew that, to him, I probably looked wild, wanton, and ready to burst with an orgasm.
I hovered over my pussy, but instead of going right for that, I rolled a finger over my clit and moaned, holding eye contact.
He swore fluently and unbuckled his trousers. My core immediately clenched as his strong hand dove into them to pull out his long cock. He pumped it as I rolled my clit between my fingers. He matched my rhythm with me like he did when I was tapping my stiletto, as if he wanted to be in sync with me and could feel my movement before I even made it.
“Slide a finger in, Izzy. Show me how well you listen to your boss when he gives you a command.”
My whole body shuddered in pleasure when he used his position of power on me. “You’re not my boss here, Cade.” I got off on the fact that I could defy him, that he wanted me to rebel as much as I wanted to.
He took a step closer, pumping his dick a bit harder as he rolled a thumb over that piercing. I practically salivated for him. I wanted my mouth, my pussy, and my body wrapped around him.
“I’m the boss of you everywhere. Especially here. You’re on my side, Izzy. You do as I say or . . .” He waited for me to finish his sentence.
“You’ll punish me?” I asked, my eyes almost rolling back at having him this close while I worked my clit faster and faster, my nipples tightening as I approached an orgasm that would probably knock me right off the counter I sat on.
His hand shot from his cock to my wrist and yanked my hand away from my clit just as I was about to hit my high. He pulled me forward so fast, I wobbled off the counter, but he used my momentum to turn me to the mirror again, shoving me in the back so that my stomach was against the counter and my ass was at his mercy.
He didn’t waste time, smacking my ass hard—so hard I cried out— and I arched my back for more as my cry turned into a moan. He took his cock and wet the tip in my arousal. Then he ran a thumb over it like he wanted us mixed together on his hand before he placed that thumb between my ass cheeks right on my other hole. “I should take your ass for a ride right now for the way you talk to me.”
I gasped as he flirted with my only virgin hole, teasing it and working it so much that I forgot about the sting of my ass cheek as I started to pant and beg him. “I want to feel it. I want to feel you.”
He laughed like I was ridiculous, pulled the belt from his trousers as he bent down close to my ear and said, “Next time, if you listen, maybe I’ll indulge you.”
Instead, he folded the belt and whipped my ass. Once, twice, three times.
He stepped back to do it. Like he wanted to see his work. Like the tears in my eyes and the red on my skin was his freaking masterpiece.
He put the folded area of the belt at my clit, the leather teasing the sensitive spot, and grabbed a fistful of my hair. “Move your hips, baby. Ride my belt like a good girl.”
Some would have been embarrassed, but I felt his cock against me, saw the hunger in his eyes, and more importantly, I felt the urge to get off so deep in my bones, I didn’t care.
I rolled my hips and arched my spine, taking what was mine. The orgasm was the whole reason I’d come to the bathroom, and I snatched it by letting him work that belt against me. Embracing the wave of euphoria felt like toppling into a dream. And he moved the leather just right for me to revel in it too.
“Your pussy is so wet, Izzy, it’s dripping down your thigh.” He admired his handiwork as I gasped for breath and came back to reality.
A part of me would always see Cade as the man I wanted to overcome, as he stood over me with my hair wrapped in his fist like he had complete control. Maybe it was my personality, my way of maintaining my control, but I pushed him like I knew I could. “Guess your punishment wasn’t good enough. I’m not feeling much pain, just pleasure.”
His gaze cut to mine, and he must have picked up on how I wanted to undermine his power. The world was afraid of him, but I wasn’t. I don’t know if that bothered him or aroused him, but he didn’t hesitate to give me another lashing to show me who held the cards.
I endured it. I practically embraced it as my body started to quiver from the pain and the pleasure with each whip. He’d done it twice and hesitated on his third, hand pulled back, ready, but suddenly, he murmured, “Jesus, we need to stop. Why don’t you tell me to stop?”
“Do we, though?” I couldn’t hold my tongue, couldn’t stop myself from wanting more.
“We need a safe word, and you actually need to use it if it becomes too much.” He shook his head.
“It’s just stop.” I shrugged. “And I don’t need it with you.” But I think we both knew I should have used it, that I was focusing on the pleasure and not the pain.
“You’d push me and yourself past the point of breaking, baby doll.” He heaved a sigh as he stepped closer to rub the redness on my ass cheek, holding my gaze in the mirror like he wanted me to understand something. “You’re a menace to our sanity, and I can’t fucking deny you. I’m obsessed with how you resist me and then square up to me. We have to know when to stop.”
I was braced on my elbows, watching him watch me in that mirror. His hands kneaded me like I was suddenly a treasure he couldn’t quite figure out but knew was valuable all the same. “I don’t want to stop, Cade.”
He hummed, not saying whether he agreed with me or not. Then he kneeled behind me and lowered his head. Cade wasn’t going to give me his cock, and I swear it was like he was saving it. Instead, his tongue licked my thigh softly. He took his time bringing his lips to it and tasting what must have been my arousal there as he murmured, “So sweet. So damn sweet. I’m going to dream about this pussy forever.”
It didn’t matter what he was saying to me at that point. My elbows gave out, and my chest fell to the granite as his mouth crept up to my center. He worked his thumb over my clit before he spread my folds wide enough for his tongue to dive in.
He licked me, devoured me, then slowed down like he wanted me to last, like he thought I could, like his mouth wasn’t a damn expert at what it was doing. I was already so far gone after him reddening my ass that I probably would have come on his tongue quickly either way.
The orgasm that had been building in me sliced through my soul, cutting open my heart and putting Cade right at the center of it. I screamed his name, whimpered it, moaned it, and then whispered it.
I knew tears ran down my face as he milked every last drop of my climax from me.
Then he stood over me, and just when I thought we were done, the head of his cock nudged a little into my opening. “Cade, oh my God, I don’t know if I can.”
My body practically shook from exhaustion as he smiled at me. “One more, baby doll. I’m taking one more from you, and then you can leave my side of the red line, huh?”
He thrust into me like he belonged there, and he squeezed my thighs and brought my ass in close like he needed to be surrounded by me. I gasped as I watched him fuck me with that damn suit on.
He lost control under it, his neck flexing, his chest heaving, and his dark eyes watching me in that mirror. “Don’t come to my side unless you can handle me fucking you sore, Izzy. Don’t come near me unless you’re ready for me to wreck you, because it’s all I want. All I dreamed about.”
His words, that piercing against my inner walls, the way he clung to me, digging those calloused fingers in so hard there would be bruises, pushed me toward my third climax.
I begged for him to go faster, to fuck me harder.
Caden Armanelli didn’t disappoint.
