Chapter 26

Chapter

Twenty-Six

When Zed picks me up, the sky is lit with orange, pink, and red. Walking across the grounds, I smell the sweet scent of tropical flowers on the offshore breezes. I spent the afternoon beneath the boughs of a banyan tree and between the pages of the dark romance. Talk about setting the mood. Darien knows his books and chose a deliciously dark one.

We arrive at the Spice Room, and my legs are trembling. This is it. I can feel it. When I leave this room, I'll no longer be a virgin.

About fucking time.

Darien greets us at the door, drawing me inside with a gentle tug. Zed murmurs goodnight and shuts the door.

"Did you like your gift?" Darien asks, his voice husky in the quiet.

"Yes."

"Which one did you choose to read?"

He moves behind me, sweeping my hair over my shoulder and running his finger down my back. My nipples harden. I make a sound in the back of my throat .

I feel the heat of his breath on my nape. "Tell me, Eden. Which book did you slip into today?"

"The, um, the dark romance."

He hums, the sound radiating down my spine. "And did you like the villain?"

"Yes," I say, my answer more breath than a word.

"Did you get to the part when they fuck?"

I nod, words lodged in my throat as he takes my arms and pins them behind my back, leather cuffs slipping over my wrists.

"What did you feel when his cock slid into her pussy? Did you ache? Did you want to be her? Did you want him to be me?"

For a moment, reality and fiction blur. I picture the scene where the main characters come together. The heat on those pages mixes with the heat of the present. Darien becomes him, and I, her. It's so real. There one second, gone the next as reality comes roaring back with the nip of his teeth on my shoulder.

"I—" My body spasms as his hands wrap around my torso to pinch my nipples. "I wanted it to be you."

His teeth graze my earlobe, and my head falls to the side. Darien whispers, "Reality will be so much better than fiction. Lean over the bench."

"Wh—what?"

He pushes me toward a bench I hadn't noticed when I arrived. Bending me forward, he places me on the device. My stomach presses against the soft leather, and my breasts hang. I can feel him moving behind me and hear the rustle of his clothing as he opens a cabinet.

He returns, nudging my legs apart. Darien strokes my ass, then flicks his wrist, bringing the riding crop down. It stings. It feels good.

Darien toys with me, slapping the soft leather against my cheeks, then running the handle of the crop along my crack before sliding the tip between the folds of my pussy. It doesn't take long until I'm writhing and wanting more.

He uncuffs my wrists and turns me over, forcing me to arch my back when he commands me to keep my arms outstretched. "Spread your legs."

I do, feeling more exposed than I ever before. He brings out the flogger, slapping it gently across my chest, then moving to my pussy. The strands of leather make a smacking sound as he brings it down. My arms and legs shake with effort as I struggle to keep them out and open. My legs close involuntarily when he brings the flogger down in a particularly stinging slap.

He growls and nudges them open. "Do I need to restrain you?"

I whimper with need. No, I need no restraints. My pussy is aching for more. I spread my legs wide.

He brings down the whip in a series of smacks that have me moaning with need. My hips buck. He stops, breathing heavily, then drops to his knees. "Open wider," he says in a strangled voice.

I rock my hips and adjust my legs. Fingers spread the lips of my pussy, and his tongue lazily travels from my passage to my clit. I moan, lifting my hips toward his mouth. Darien works my clit, lashing it with his tongue and suckling gently until I'm bucking against the horse. I'm on the cusp when he draws away.

It's all I can do not to scream in frustration. Instead, I stare at the ceiling, panting. He watches me momentarily, then removes his shirt, dropping it on the floor. His pants come next, and I raise my head to look at him.

His cock is rigid.

I don't know how that's going to fit, and at this point, I don't care. Lust races through my veins, and all I want is to feel him inside me.

Darien takes my hands and pulls me up. His fingers trace my face, and then he leans in and nibbles at my lips, taking my mouth in a full kiss. My arms wrap around his neck, his cock presses against my belly. I can feel the heat of it like a brand.

Without letting me go, he maneuvers me to the bed, pushing me onto the mattress. At his direction, I scoot to the headboard where leather cuffs are hanging. He takes my hands, kisses the sensitive skin on my inner wrists, and slips them on. His lips and tongue move down my arms, stopping at my breasts. I feel him tonguing my nipples, the sensation going straight to my aching clit.

His hand trails over my soft belly, tracing circles around my navel before drifting between my legs. Fingers find the hard nub, rubbing until I rock my pelvis forward, and then slip inside my pussy. One finger, then two. He pushes them in and out, mimicking the act of sex. My arms pull against the restraints, wanting to touch him. I groan in frustration and mounting arousal.

He rises above me, spreading my legs wide. I look down between our bodies and watch him rub the head of his cock on my clit before slowly pressing it into me. My muscles clench at the invasion. He pushes a little further, then stops and reaches down and rubs my clit. The feel of his cock and his finger is overwhelming. He pushes deeper, and my back arches. It hurts but feels so good.

With slow, shallow strokes, he stretches me, all the while working my clit. A little deeper, then back out again until the pain mixes with pleasure as his finger works me to a full climax. I moan, and he enters me fully in one smooth, slow thrust.

Darien holds still, letting me acclimate, then begins a rhythm I've only read and dreamed about. The pain and pleasure eclipse every thought. All I can do is feel, feel the hardness of his cock as it slides in and out, his pelvis hitting mine with every thrust, teasing me as it brushes my swollen flesh.

He finds my clit with his finger as his hips rock back and forth. My arms pull against the cuffs when he bends my leg for a deeper fit, his thumb rubbing my clit in circles. Pressure builds and bursts in time with his thrusts as he drives into me. He throws his head back and grinds his hips, a guttural moan ripping from his chest.

He drops his head, panting, arms shaking on either side of me. Pressing his lips to my mouth, he kisses me deeply, then shifts and looks at my face. "Are you alright?"

I nod. "A little sore, but yeah."

His cock slides out of me, the movement emphasizing the soreness. There's blood on him. He removes my cuffs, asking me to stay put as he goes to a sink to dampen a towel. When he returns, he presses it between my legs. The coolness feels good. He kisses my brow, then my lips, keeping the towel in place and watching my body relax. Wiping away blood and cum, he tosses the towel in a basket and returns to the bed .

I'm surprised and ridiculously pleased when he takes me in his arms, placing my head on his chest. I take full advantage of the position and let my fingers trail across his skin.

He doesn't try to stop me.