We were really doing this.
I thought for a second and then said, “Deception.”
I could almost hear him clench his jaw.
“Deception, it is. Let’s begin.”
I braced for the sting of the flogger but what came was the feel of his warm hands stroking my skin, over my calves, up my thighs, and all over my back.
The gentleness of his touch brought tears to my eyes. It was like he was memorizing every one of my curves.
I gasped when his lips grazed my lower spine.
This wasn’t what I wanted. He was supposed to make me lose myself in the feel of the pain and the pleasure. He wasn’t supposed to make me need him like this.
When his lips moved to the back of my neck, tingles shot through my body and my heart clenched.
Without realizing it, I whispered, “Deception.”
Sebastian froze, turning my face to the side to look at him. “We haven’t even started.”
“I can’t, not today when you’re touching me like this. Like I mean something to you.”
“You do mean something, Isa. You meant something to me from that moment our eyes connected in your club.” He stared into my eyes. “What do you want to do? Stop completely?”
I didn’t want to make this decision. I wanted him to make it for me, but that wasn’t how this worked.
“I want you to fuck me, no kink, no making love. Just fucking. I don’t want to think about anything but the feel of your cock in me.”
A flash of hurt and pain passed through his dark eyes as he stepped back. Without another word, he pushed off his shoes and unbuttoned his pants, letting them drop to the floor, followed by his boxer briefs. His cock, thick and heavy, pointed upward.
He fisted the base with a tight grip, causing precum to drip from the tip.
The feral look in his eyes as he moved toward me and stroked his cock had my core spasming.
It was obvious we weren’t going to use a condom. I’d never gone bare before, and the idea of it was both frightening and exciting.
This was my husband, a man who’d broken my heart, the man who’d father my children, the man who seemed to have possessed me into wanting him like no other person before.
He braced a hand over my bound wrists, pressing me onto the cool window and making my nipples pebble harder.
He slid the thick length of his cock down between my ass cheeks and through the slit of my pussy lips, stopping at my clit to rub the sensitive bundle of nerves with his bulbous head.
I couldn’t hide my whimper.
“Do you want this?”
I didn’t respond, and he repeated the delicious torture.
“I asked you a question.”
“Y-y-yes.”
“You want to stop thinking?”
“Yes.”
“You want to feel my cock fucking into you?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Please,” I begged.
I was going to go out of my mind.
“Wrong.” He rimmed my pussy, pushing in a frustrating fraction of an inch. “The correct answer is yes, Baz.”
I glared over my shoulder. “Yes, Sebastian.”
“Wrong again.” He thrust in a little farther and immediately pulled out.
I clenched my bound hands, dropping my forehead to the window. “I won’t say it. You aren’t my Baz.”
He leaned in and bit the juncture of my shoulder and neck. “We’re the same person. One is who I have to be, one is who I am with you.”
I wanted to believe him.
“Say it, Isa.”
A tear slipped down my cheek. “Baz.”
He pushed in to the hilt.
“Say it again.” He pulled out.
“Baz.”
“That’s right. I’m Baz.” He began a relentless pace, pounding into me.
My pussy quivered, quickening in slow pulses.
“More. I need more.”
“You’ll take what I give you.” He pressed his body flush against my back, leaving no room between his skin and mine. “You’re mine, Isa.”
He pulled out and thrust back in.
“I will take your control, but not tonight. I want you to know it’s me who’s fucking you. Not just any cock.”
“Baz, please. Harder.”
His pace quickened. “This is your husband fucking you. You’ll never forget it.”
His fingers slipped between me and the window, finding my clit and giving it a gentle stroke.
“Yes,” I cried out as my body flew over the cliff in release.
My pussy clenched around his pistoning cock, soaking him in my juices.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I can’t hold out any longer.” Sebastian came in a loud roar, pumping me full of his cum.
Chapter Eleven
Sebastian
I tried to calm my breath and tame the pounding in my chest. I’d just had the most incredible orgasm of my life with the woman of my dreams. Now I had to figure a way out of the mess I’d created with her.
Reluctantly, I lifted my weight off Isa’s back and pulled free of her snug pussy.
Fuck, I was still half hard.
No matter how much I wanted to fuck her nonstop, we had to talk.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and in bed. We need to have a long conversation.”
She stirred, raising her head from the glass.
“Is sex between us always going to be this intense?”
Hopefully this sex-drunk state of hers would open her to listen to what I had to say. There were things I had to share with her and there were things I could never share with her. I hadn’t lied when I said I wore many faces. I was the ruthless mobster the world believed me to be but I was also the man who used my position to stop and take down scum worse than myself.
“I have no doubt.” I kissed her naked back as I untied her wrists and rubbed her arms as I brought them down.
She moaned. “I don’t think I have the energy to walk.”
“Well that’s good. Then you’re a captive audience for the discussion we’re going to have.” I scooped her into my arms, letting her burrow into my chest.
“I’m still mad at you.”
“I wasn’t expecting anything else. But I’m not the bastard you believe me to be.”
She lifted her
