His fingers started slow, teasing her with his restraint. Score wasn’t in any hurry, while she was a contradiction. Desperate to have him arouse her to climax and just as eager for him to indulge her forever, there was no middle ground. The sooner she came, the sooner his attention would ebb.
Whispering his name again, Shyla pushed her hips against his stimulating fingers. At that languorous pace, they could lie there together all night. It was difficult to think straight when he was toying with her.
He was hard, very hard, it couldn’t be easy for him to ignore his own need. Aware of how little she did for him, Shyla tried to wrangle her arm free. Score clamped his down hard to stall it, which made his fingers stop.
“I want to touch you,” she said, twisting as far around as she could in his embrace. “I need to learn how to turn you on.”
“You do,” he said, burying his mouth in her hair. “You move with me, feel what I give you.”
“I do.”
“I control this,” he growled, circling her clit with a fingertip. “This sweet little pussy is mine to please anytime I want.”
“Yes,” she said.
“Tell me.”
“Yours,” she managed to say the word as his fingers pressed harder. “Oh, God…”
The burden of climax was weighing down on her. Shyla wanted to hold back, tried to hold on, but he was so hot there behind her. His body did own hers. She wanted him to take her for anything he wanted.
“You broke the rules, Miss Bellamy.” Did she? Shyla couldn’t remember what color the sky was let alone think about rules. “You came to my bed without permission.”
“I needed you,” she said, her hips in a rhythm with his hand, rocking against his body, imagining what it could be like to have him inside her.
“You needed this,” he said, slipping his finger down through her wetness. “You wanted me to fuck you.”
That wasn’t why she’d come through, but it was what she wanted. “Yes… Please… Please, Phoenix.”
“You gotta learn to take orders, Lamb… You don’t make the rules.”
“You make the rules,” she said on a yelp and pushed hard against him. “Oh, God, baby…”
She gasped on the cusp of orgasm. Just as it was about to slam into her, his fingers disappeared. The orgasm drifted away. Still so stimulated that she could almost feel it there on her periphery, Shyla needed to finish.
Without even thinking about it, she tried to put her own hand between her legs. Score caught it and pinned it against her stomach, firm in his fist.
“You’re mine,” he said, using his chin to pull her head back to growl in her ear. “What are you thinking about?”
Her arousal, her need, her desperation to finish what he started. “You,” she whispered and moistened her lips. “I want you… I’m thinking about how bad I want you and how bad I want to feel like this forever.”
He rocked further over her, snagging the top of her ear in his teeth through her hair. “All you have to worry about is this… Is when I’ll give you satisfaction… I’ll take care of everything else. I’ll take care of you.”
Sex. What an incredible offer. A life without worry or anxiety. A life where the most stressful thing she’d ever have to think about was him withholding her orgasm.
“I want you inside me,” she pleaded, trying to twist further around to find his mouth with hers.
But he was higher up than her and she couldn’t reach him while he held her hand tight against her body.
“You trust me to look after you, baby? Do you?”
“Yes.”
“No one will hurt you. No one would fucking dare. You need to obsess? Obsess about this…” He thrust his hips against her ass, grinding his erection into her through the thin layers of sheet between them. “You’re gonna get it, baby, and you’re gonna take it good. You’re gonna learn exactly how to beg for what you want from me… But I make the rules, you take it when I give it.”
She would, for as long as he would let her. Shyla was ready to be his girl. “I need you, Phoenix.”
“You have me,” he said, tightening his hold until her fingers began to go numb. “All. Only.”
“All. Only,” she said, reassured by his promise in those words.
When he let her go, she fell backwards, finding out at the same time that he’d moved. But he hadn’t gone far. While she tried to figure out what was happening, he opened her legs and flicked his tongue over her. More pleasure, Shyla wasn’t sure she could handle it, but she wouldn’t refuse.
Phoenix was what she needed. He’d made such a difference to who she was already, so much that he was a part of her… Shyla wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to repay the favor.
The heat of the day warmed her. Waking up in such a cozy glow was unusual. Given that a smile curved Shyla’s lips before her eyes even opened, she doubted her contentment was all about the temperature. The rhythmic sound of water accompanied her drift out of slumber.
Stirring, she stretched her back and tried to do the same with the rest of her body, except… Her eyes opened at the same time she tugged on her arms. They wouldn’t move, they were…
Tipping her head all the way back, she discovered her wrists were tied to the bedpost. The water sound stopped. Still confused, Shyla scanned the room and was reminded of the previous night. Phoenix. She was in Score’s room. She’d come to Score’s bed.
Obviously, he was the one who’d done his thing with knots again. The heat made more sense too.
