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“How’s your ass?” Nolan asked causally, squeezing one globe so hard she gasped.
He smiled. “Good. You’re not going to forget your lesson, are you?”
Lola peered over her shoulder at him, her eyes flashing a challenge. “It’s a little harder submitting to you in the light of day, Nolan.”
That wasn’t what he wanted to hear. “I’ve got my hand on a very sensitized part of your body right now,” he said.
Her gaze narrowed. “And?”
“Better watch what you say.”
He squeezed her ass harder and bit the back of her neck, making her yelp. She was sexy and delicious, and he wanted to do every imaginable dirty thing to her. She had done so well last night, letting him discipline and restrain her. He ached to know how much further he could lead her into his world.
He rose and slid his arms under her shoulders and knees, lifting her without warning. She gave a small cry of surprise as he rose to his feet with her in his arms. The expression in her eyes, sensuous yet challenging, nearly unraveled him. Her inner turmoil was written plainly across her face—part of her hated submitting to him, but part of her loved it.
He carried her into the camper’s tiny, luxurious bathroom and lowered her feet to the tiled floor. He turned on the shower and opened a package of soap.
Once the water was running hot, he lifted her by the waist over the ledge and set her feet down again. There was barely room for one person in the shower, let alone two, but he stepped in with her anyway and positioned her under the spray. She twined her arms around his neck and let her head fall back, closing her eyes.
“Mmm, that feels nice.”
He loved the way her honey blonde curls grew darker and slowly uncoiled as the water cascaded over her head and shoulders. Once she was thoroughly wet, he rotated their bodies so that the water sprayed against his back.
She opened her eyes and smiled sleepily. “Nolan, can we talk?”
Why did he find it nearly impossible to say no to her? That wouldn’t be good for their dynamic. Not at all.
“Later,” he growled.
He took her wrists from his neck, drew them behind her lower back and turned her body away from him. He pulled her ass hard against his arousal, keeping her wrists pinned between their bodies.
Her breath drew in sharply.
He lathered his free hand with the bar of soap and massaged it over each of her breasts until her nipples were taut. He soaped down her flank, around the indentation of her waistline, over her hip and down her thigh.
“Put your knee against the wall,” he said.
She leaned her weight against him and lifted her luscious leg. He slid his palm along the curve of her calf to her ankle and over her pink pedicured toes. He ran his fingers between each toe, and then rinsed her clean. He instructed her to switch legs.
He was soaping all around her hot little mound without actually touching it. It was driving her crazy, he could tell. Her head lolled back against his chest, and her tits started rising and falling with agitated breath. He ignored his hard-on, bucking frantically to gain entrance to her silken paradise.
He returned the bar of soap to the ledge in the shower and reached around her front, where he cupped her mound and massaged it. She moaned and squirmed.
His soapy fingers couldn’t resist delving into her hot folds. She was already slick and swollen. She would be achingly sensitive from last night’s fucking. It would hurt when he took her again, but he would show her how quickly the pain could turn to pleasure.
He manipulated her clit with deft fingers. She bucked forward, pressing into his palm.
“Do you like that, Lola?”
She released a sigh. Her voice was barely audible above the hiss of the shower. “Yes.”
Slowly, he withdrew his fingers and swatted her ass, not intending to sting, just enough sensation to draw her attention away from her throbbing core.
“Face against the wall and spread your legs,” he said.
She looked swiftly up and back at him with a startled expression. “What?”
“Just go with it, darlin’.”
Her gaze turned wary, but she leaned the few inches toward the wall and laid her cheek against the tile without further comment. She was slower to comply with spreading her legs, so he gave her wet, luscious ass a real stinging swat this time.
Her breath hissed through her teeth. She spread her feet, but then struggled against his grip.
“Why are you holding my wrists like that?”
The caveman in him never liked being questioned. “So I can have my way with you.”
He didn’t give her a chance to sass back. He pushed her tits against the wall, holding her wrists immobile, lathered his hand and soaped inside the cleft of her ass. He pressed a finger against the tight little pucker of skin there.
“Do you like that?”
She shook her head vigorously. “No.”
“It’s—” She gasped as he pressed harder against the tight bundle of nerves. “Too personal.”
“No such thing between us,” he growled, inserting the tip of his finger inside her and rotating it gently.
She bucked against the wall, the whites of her eyes flashing at him.
“I want to invade every part of your body, pretty girl,” he growled. “I want to unlock the secrets of your mind and conquer your will. I want to strip you down until you’re completely bared to me, totally raw, completely vulnerable, one hundred percent mine for the taking.”
Her gaze registered shock at the rough, possessive words. He withdrew and washed his hand, then pushed her harder against the wall and manipulated her swollen pussy from behind. She gasped and watched him over her shoulder with lustful yet wary eyes.
He worked two fingers slowly inside her wet, slippery channel. She felt amazing, already hot and ready. Her mouth slackened and eyelids drifted half closed in an expression of sexy submission that jacked his arousal off the charts.
She started moving her hips, writhing back against his palm. He removed his hand from her body a second time and swatted her ass.
Her eyes flew wide. Then she scowled over her shoulder. “Why did you do that?”
“Did I give you permission to come, Lola?”
Just when he thought she would challenge him again, her eyelashes drifted lower. “No, Sir.”
“No,” he repeated sternly. “Wait until I do.”
He worked his fingers tortuously slowly back inside her. His other hand moved to the front and manipulated her swollen clit. His middle finger pressed savagely into the most sensitive part of her anatomy as the fingers of his other hand worked her mercilessly. She tried to twist away from his hands.
He decided to be nice to her. This time. He pressed harder. “Then come, Lola. Explode on my fingers.”
She bucked against the shower wall. Her legs shook, but he held her upright with both hands buried in her flesh. She cried his name with a gasping, shuddering breath and collapsed against the tiles.
“That’s it, darlin’, feel everything,” he instructed in a low, hoarse tone.
When her gasping and moaning began to abate, he turned her around and pressed her back against the wet shower wall.
“We’re going to have to work on your self-control.” He couldn’t help smirking. Yeah, he was looking forward to that.
She lifted languorous eyes to his face, no challenge left in her expression.
He recognized the submissive haze she was falling into, desire and abandon overpowering her senses. It was a thing of beauty, and he wanted to lead her further in. He claimed her lips and invaded her mouth with his tongue. She tasted like honey and cream, and he craved to relive how good the rest of her tasted. He kissed and licked down her wet throat to her breast, sucking a taut nipple hard into his mouth.
He bent his knees and pressed the head of his cock up against her hot, wet slit, ready to invade her.
“Nolan,” she gasped, “I want to taste you.”
He pulled back to assess the sultry look in her eyes. She was easily the sexiest girl he had ever been with—or was it because he had never felt this way about the others? She was also the most inexperienced in a long time. The fact that she wanted to go down on him wasn’t just sexy as fuck, it was also kind of sweet.
“There’s no room in the shower,” he said regretfully.
Her eyes locked seductively with his. “I’ll make it work.”
She slid slowly down the shower wall, tousling her long, wet curls, until she was kneeling beneath him. She stared at his swollen member with an expression that could only be described as admiring.
Lola Randall kneeling to his cock. His eyes nearly rolled back with desire…
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