He ran his fingertips up my spine, starting at the waistband of my thong. Goosebumps prickled my skin.
When he reached the base of my neck, his lips replaced his fingers, and I couldn’t help but arch back into the caress.
“My wife, my woman, mine.” His tongue followed the path his fingers had just taken.
“It’s not that simple.”
“Yes, it is. Lower your arms. Let the dress fall.”
“What if someone sees us from the window?”
“It’s tinted. I like my privacy. No one can see in. Now do as I said.”
Closing my eyes, I let the ruined gown slip from my arms and pool at my feet.
“Now I’m going to make sure you keep those hands where I want them.”
He captured my wrists before I could move, setting them above my head on the window. Then he wrapped my hands together with a black ribbon. No, it wasn’t a ribbon, it was his bowtie.
My pulse jumped. These were things I fantasized about but never expected to act out.
The glint of the wedding band on his ring finger as he knotted the tie had me feeling the same sense of possessiveness he’d expressed moments earlier. I really was losing my mind around this man. How could I want to punch him and kiss him at the same time?
“Leave them there. If you move them. I will spank your ass and won’t let you come.”
“No spanking.”
Immediately, I felt the sting of his palm against my ass.
“Fuck,” I gasped.
He rubbed the sore spot. “Now tell me again that you don’t want it. Tell me that your ass isn’t craving more or pushing against my hand right now.”
I froze, realizing I was seeking his stinging touch.
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t. You’re just angry the man you had an affair with is the man you ended up marrying.”
I shot him an irritated glare. “No, I’m angry because the man I thought I knew turned out to be a fraud.”
“Be angry all you want. You’re still married to me and all the many faces I wear.”
I almost asked what he meant by that statement when he moved the gusset of my thong and pressed a finger deep inside me.
“Oh God,” I moaned, now pissed off at my own body and its need for this man.
“You’re dripping.” He pulled out and brought his fingers to my lips. “Suck.”
“Aren’t you afraid I’ll bite you? I’m in a biting kind of mood.”
He coated my lips with my essence. “Go ahead. Your ass will suffer the consequences. Now open.”
I complied, letting the taste of my arousal explode on my tongue.
“Good?”
I nodded.
“Let me see if I agree.” He clutched my hair, tugging my head back and covering my mouth with his.
The kiss was all-consuming and so different from what we’d shared before. It was as if, now that the truth was out, he wasn’t going to hold back.
“Like ambrosia for the gods,” he murmured as he pulled back. “I have one question for you.”
“What?”
“Flogger or my hand?”
“You can’t be serious. No spanking.”
“Then flogger, it is.”
The idea of it had my insides heating but was I ready? The furthest I’d ventured into this world was what I’d experienced a week earlier and we’d done nothing more than spanking.
“I’m not sure.”
We hadn’t even figured out how this whole thing with us was going to work. Hell, I was still so hurt and angry with him.
God, I was losing my mind.
“I saw your reaction to the scene at the club. I know you wanted to experience what Kiera was feeling. The one thing I’m very good at is reading people.”
I dropped my head to the glass. “I promised myself I wouldn’t let you take this part of me again.”
He hands came around me, covering mine, and his hard chest pressed against my back. It was like being cocooned in his heat, in his strength.
“I’m not going to take anything. This is about you giving yourself to me, freely. You tell me you truly don’t want it, then it won’t happen.”
I opened my mouth to say I wanted this to stop, to truly stop, but I couldn’t get the words out of my mouth.
“If I say I don’t want it, will you leave me alone?”
“Do you want me to?”
His delicious scent tickled my nose and my head fell back against his neck. “You confuse me. Why do I need you so much? I should hate you.”
“But you don’t. Now tell me, flogger or my hand. You need it as much as I do.”
I inhaled deep, knowing there was no way I was stopping this. I wanted to feel the bite of the thin straps of the leather against my skin, and the painful pleasure that I’d seen Kiera experience.
“Flogger.”
I felt his lips curve against my skin. “Good choice. Stay here. And that means don’t move a muscle.”
He lifted off me, and immediately I missed the feel of his heat, his hard body, his presence.
I couldn’t believe I was really going to let him flog me after everything that had happened.
As Lilly would say to me, I was dickmatized. That was the only answer. One night of incredible sex had me craving more even when logic said I should fight him tooth and nail for lying to me.
After a few minutes, I felt myself growing restless.
Where the hell had he gone?
I turned my head to peek behind me and found him sitting on the arm of the sofa with the flogger in his hand. The way he looked reminded me of the Dom from the club, Liam. But unlike Liam, Baz had an aura around him that had my core clenching.
“Why are you sitting there?”
“I was waiting for you to work out all the turmoil in your head.”
“That’s not going to happen anytime soon.”
He rose, stepping in my direction. “Then maybe this will help you forget for a while.”
He placed a hand on my back, pressing my naked breast to the cool glass.
“I’ll start with slow strokes, letting them grow harder until a light pink flush covers every inch
