That was three in a relatively short period of time. She didn’t think it possible for her body to do it again. Cole leaned over her.
“Now’s when it gets hard. When you don’t think you can have another one. But your body will betray you and you won’t be able to stop it. What are your safe words?”
Oh, holy hell, he was asking for safe words? She didn’t like the insinuation.
“Green, yellow, and red, Sir.”
He nodded. “Use them if you need to.”
She took a deep breath and nodded.
“Understand, I’m only stopping if you safeword.”
Her fingernails dug into the palm of her hands. “I understand, Sir.”
He didn’t say anything else, but took the vibe and placed it directly on her clit. The bundle of nerves was already sensitive after her previous climaxes and she cried out as the buzzing instrument tormented it further.
It was the strangest combination of pleasure/pain and heaven/hell she’d ever experienced. Almost as if the wires in her brain were crossed or confused. Part of her thought there was no way she’d ever come, but she felt the sensation between her legs start to do just that. She tensed up because she knew it would fucking hurt.
This orgasm wasn’t going to be calm or peaceful or quiet. She closed her eyes as it approached.
“Eyes on me,” Cole said.
Her eyes flew open right as the peak of her climax struck and she yelped.
“Who owns your orgasms?” Cole asked.
“You do, Sir.” Maybe he’d turn the damn thing off now. Please let him turn it off.
“Very good. You’re going to come again.”
Fucking hell, he turned the vibe up a notch. She shifted her hips trying to get away. “No, Sir. I can’t. I can’t.”
“Be still or you’ll find another one in your arse.”
She whimpered. Her lower body tingled in a combination of feelings. The damn vibe was going to drive her crazy. She didn’t think she could handle another climax. But Cole was unrelenting and he kept it right on her clit. Sweat beaded on her forehead.
“When do you come?” he asked.
“Oh my God, turn it off.”
Her flesh balked at another orgasm, but she knew it would happen anyway. The evil buzzing thing wasn’t going to stop until she came.
“Either say the right word to stop it or answer the question.”
The word. She could stop it with a word. Red. Red would stop it.
Cole met her eyes and in his gaze she found what she needed.
“I come when you tell me, Sir.”
“That’s right.”
Fucking, fucking, fucking hell. He’d turned it up again. She panted and tried to keep her hips still. The next one was running up on her, and she was certain it’d crush her. She couldn’t do it. Couldn’t do it. Couldn’t do it.
“Come,” Cole said.
Her back arched off the table as the climax consumed her. Consumed. Empty. Void. She searched for Cole, but of course he was right there. She had to tell him. Had to.
“Red.”
• • •
Everything looked hazy. Or maybe that was the buzzing that still continued even though she knew he’d put the vibrator away.
“I’ve got it,” he said to someone. “Look at me, Sasha. Are you okay?” His hands were busy untying her limbs.
Her breath still came in pants. “Yes, Sir. Will it stop?”
He brushed her cheek and his hand was warm. “It will.”
“When?” She shook as another wave of sensation swept over her body.
“Pretty soon, I would think.” He looked to this right. “Hand me that blanket. No, I need it before she sits up.”
She didn’t want to sit up. She didn’t want to move at all.
He took the blanket and laid it across her. “I’m going to pick you up so your back is covered and carry you to a private room. Are you okay with that?”
“Yes, Sir.”
When he picked her up, she was still shaking, but she found comfort in his arms and hoped he didn’t let her go anytime soon. She closed her eyes and only knew they made it to the private room when he sat down.
He situated her on his lap and held her close. “Has it stopped yet?”
“Almost, Sir,” she said as another tremor hit her body.
“I’m glad you used your safe word, Sasha. That brings me more comfort than you know.”
“This sounds crazy, but I’m glad I got the chance to use it. Is that weird?”
He stroked her hair while he talked. There wasn’t anything sexual about his touch; rather, it soothed her. And she got the impression it soothed him, too.
“No,” he said in answer to her question. “I don’t think that’s weird. After the scene with Peter, I think you needed to safeword and see that everything stopped. So, while it wasn’t my intent for you to do so, I’m glad you did.”
“The other thing is, once I knew I had to, I didn’t hesitate to say it.”
He kissed her forehead. “Good. And just so you’re aware, I was seconds away from ending the scene. You had endured enough.”
She sighed deeply and curled closer to him.
“That does not mean, however, that we should play without safe words.”
His off-handed reference to how she’d played with Peter chilled her just a bit. “I know, Sir.”
“I didn’t say it to be a bastard.”
“I know that, too, Sir.” Though why did it make her feel bad that he’d said it?
“Here.” He reached to the table at his side and pressed a bottle to her mouth. “Drink for me, little one.”
She sipped the water. “Tastes good.”
“I have chocolate, too.” He held up a fun-sized bar.
“Even better.” She smiled at him as she ate it, but it felt forced. Telling herself it was just her emotions going haywire after the scene, she settled back into his arms, certain things would feel different in the morning.
Chapter Twelve
Something was off with Sasha, Cole thought the next morning as he watched her kneeling and doing her morning meditation. It was so subtle, he didn’t think he’d have noticed if he wasn’t around her for so much of the day. She said the right things, did the right things, and she wore the smile that always made him feel warm inside.
“Now’s when it gets hard. When you don’t think you can have another one. But your body will betray you and you won’t be able to stop it. What are your safe words?”
Oh, holy hell, he was asking for safe words? She didn’t like the insinuation.
“Green, yellow, and red, Sir.”
He nodded. “Use them if you need to.”
She took a deep breath and nodded.
“Understand, I’m only stopping if you safeword.”
Her fingernails dug into the palm of her hands. “I understand, Sir.”
He didn’t say anything else, but took the vibe and placed it directly on her clit. The bundle of nerves was already sensitive after her previous climaxes and she cried out as the buzzing instrument tormented it further.
It was the strangest combination of pleasure/pain and heaven/hell she’d ever experienced. Almost as if the wires in her brain were crossed or confused. Part of her thought there was no way she’d ever come, but she felt the sensation between her legs start to do just that. She tensed up because she knew it would fucking hurt.
This orgasm wasn’t going to be calm or peaceful or quiet. She closed her eyes as it approached.
“Eyes on me,” Cole said.
Her eyes flew open right as the peak of her climax struck and she yelped.
“Who owns your orgasms?” Cole asked.
“You do, Sir.” Maybe he’d turn the damn thing off now. Please let him turn it off.
“Very good. You’re going to come again.”
Fucking hell, he turned the vibe up a notch. She shifted her hips trying to get away. “No, Sir. I can’t. I can’t.”
“Be still or you’ll find another one in your arse.”
She whimpered. Her lower body tingled in a combination of feelings. The damn vibe was going to drive her crazy. She didn’t think she could handle another climax. But Cole was unrelenting and he kept it right on her clit. Sweat beaded on her forehead.
“When do you come?” he asked.
“Oh my God, turn it off.”
Her flesh balked at another orgasm, but she knew it would happen anyway. The evil buzzing thing wasn’t going to stop until she came.
“Either say the right word to stop it or answer the question.”
The word. She could stop it with a word. Red. Red would stop it.
Cole met her eyes and in his gaze she found what she needed.
“I come when you tell me, Sir.”
“That’s right.”
Fucking, fucking, fucking hell. He’d turned it up again. She panted and tried to keep her hips still. The next one was running up on her, and she was certain it’d crush her. She couldn’t do it. Couldn’t do it. Couldn’t do it.
“Come,” Cole said.
Her back arched off the table as the climax consumed her. Consumed. Empty. Void. She searched for Cole, but of course he was right there. She had to tell him. Had to.
“Red.”
• • •
Everything looked hazy. Or maybe that was the buzzing that still continued even though she knew he’d put the vibrator away.
“I’ve got it,” he said to someone. “Look at me, Sasha. Are you okay?” His hands were busy untying her limbs.
Her breath still came in pants. “Yes, Sir. Will it stop?”
He brushed her cheek and his hand was warm. “It will.”
“When?” She shook as another wave of sensation swept over her body.
“Pretty soon, I would think.” He looked to this right. “Hand me that blanket. No, I need it before she sits up.”
She didn’t want to sit up. She didn’t want to move at all.
He took the blanket and laid it across her. “I’m going to pick you up so your back is covered and carry you to a private room. Are you okay with that?”
“Yes, Sir.”
When he picked her up, she was still shaking, but she found comfort in his arms and hoped he didn’t let her go anytime soon. She closed her eyes and only knew they made it to the private room when he sat down.
He situated her on his lap and held her close. “Has it stopped yet?”
“Almost, Sir,” she said as another tremor hit her body.
“I’m glad you used your safe word, Sasha. That brings me more comfort than you know.”
“This sounds crazy, but I’m glad I got the chance to use it. Is that weird?”
He stroked her hair while he talked. There wasn’t anything sexual about his touch; rather, it soothed her. And she got the impression it soothed him, too.
“No,” he said in answer to her question. “I don’t think that’s weird. After the scene with Peter, I think you needed to safeword and see that everything stopped. So, while it wasn’t my intent for you to do so, I’m glad you did.”
“The other thing is, once I knew I had to, I didn’t hesitate to say it.”
He kissed her forehead. “Good. And just so you’re aware, I was seconds away from ending the scene. You had endured enough.”
She sighed deeply and curled closer to him.
“That does not mean, however, that we should play without safe words.”
His off-handed reference to how she’d played with Peter chilled her just a bit. “I know, Sir.”
“I didn’t say it to be a bastard.”
“I know that, too, Sir.” Though why did it make her feel bad that he’d said it?
“Here.” He reached to the table at his side and pressed a bottle to her mouth. “Drink for me, little one.”
She sipped the water. “Tastes good.”
“I have chocolate, too.” He held up a fun-sized bar.
“Even better.” She smiled at him as she ate it, but it felt forced. Telling herself it was just her emotions going haywire after the scene, she settled back into his arms, certain things would feel different in the morning.
Chapter Twelve
Something was off with Sasha, Cole thought the next morning as he watched her kneeling and doing her morning meditation. It was so subtle, he didn’t think he’d have noticed if he wasn’t around her for so much of the day. She said the right things, did the right things, and she wore the smile that always made him feel warm inside.
