“You like that, don’t you?” He used his other hand to hold her thighs apart as he fucked her with his fingers.

Biting her lower lip hard, Kelly tried not to give him any sort of answer.

“It’s not going to take long,” Caleb murmured in that same sultry voice. “You’re almost there already.”

The pleasure was building so quickly she had to hang on to the dresser in front of her. “Oh, God!”

The loud cry escaped her lips without her conscious intention, and she burned with both lust and slight embarrassment, since she hadn’t held strong as much as she’d wanted.

“That’s right,” Caleb said in raspy encouragement. “Let go.”

He pitched his hips forward, allowing her to feel the hardness of his arousal against her ass. “Just say the word, and I’ll make you come—over and over again.”

She whimpered helplessly, overwhelmed with so much hunger and heat that she was afraid she might melt. Then she remembered the challenge and made herself answer, “As long as we both acknowledge that you’re cheating.”

“How am I cheating?”

“I turned you on without touching you, and you’ve got your hands all over me. So it hasn’t been a fair fight.” She met his eyes in the mirror, feeling a kind of connection that went far beyond physical touch.

There was pleasure in knowing her mind was a match for his, as much as in how good he made her body feel.

Something changed on his face as he acknowledged the words. Then he stepped back, causing her body to tense in disappointment. He was still watching her face in the mirror.

“Giving up?” she asked, smiling at him in the mirror, even as her skin felt chilled where his hands had just been.

He gave her a feral smile. “You know me better than that.”

He moved forward, his warm chest pressing into her back and his erection rocking slowly against her. For a moment he surrounded her—his heat and strength impossible to escape. But then he slowly eased back until he wasn’t touching her at all. “We’re going to make this an even challenge. So if you want to be touched, you’ll have to touch yourself.”

Her whole body clenched with a strong pulse of lust, but she gave a little huff of amusement. “I’m pretty sure I can resist.”

“Not for long.” His eyes were crawling over her body in the mirror again, as warm and lingering as a caress. “Remember when I had you bent over the desk in my office?”

Her body tightened again at the memory. “Of course I remember. That was more of your ego.”

“I had you bound, just by the sound of my voice. You wouldn’t move until I told you. That’s how much you wanted to surrender control to me.”

Her pussy was throbbing so deeply it actually hurt. Her cheeks were flushed hot, and she could see her breasts rising and falling with her fast breaths. “But you couldn’t hold out that day either. You released me prematurely, if I recall correctly.”

“Remember when I turned you over the table for a spanking?” Caleb murmured thickly, his eyes hot and dominant the way they’d been that other day. “Your tight little ass was aching for more. I know how much you wanted it. My fingers were in your pussy, so I could feel how wet you were and how hard you squeezed around me every time you felt my hand.”

Her breath hitched and she clenched her fingers around the edge of the dresser. She was so turned on, just from the sound of his voice and the memories, that she was trembling now.

“You couldn’t even wait for my cock. You were so eager you came all around my fingers as I spanked you. Your body knew exactly what it needed, even as you tried to hold out then. Just like your body knows what it needs right now. Doesn’t it?”

She closed her eyes, making one final effort to shut out his voice and hold on to her resistance.

“Open your eyes,” he murmured behind her.

She did.

“Let your hair down for me.”

She’d twisted it into a formal updo for the party, but she reached up and pulled out the clip. The hair fell in long waves down her back and around her shoulders, and she saw the awe awaken in Caleb’s eyes as he noticed it.

He’d always responded that way to her unbound hair.

“Now you can touch yourself.” His voice rasped, clear evidence that he was deeply aroused.

But she was like a lit fuse, and there was no way she could hold herself back from reaching down between her legs.

“Not yet,” Caleb said. “Touch your breasts first.”

With a little moan, she made herself raise her hands to cup her breasts. She chafed her nipples through her bra and sighed at the resulting sensations. Her head fell back, and her pussy clenched hard around nothing. But Caleb was reacting too. She saw his body give a little twitch in the mirror as he watched her.

“Very good. Tell me how it feels.”

“Good,” she gasped, tweaking her nipples. “But not nearly enough.”

“Then you can rub your pussy too. But if you come, then I win.” He was smiling, but his expression was very tense.

She slid one hand down and rubbed her clit through her panties, and she couldn’t hold back a groan of pleasure at the relieving sensations.

“You’re so close to coming, aren’t you?”

She was. She was so close she could feel the pressure of the orgasm threatening to overwhelm her. She managed to hold it back, though. “And you’re just about to lose it.”

“You first.” He smiled again. Then in a gruff voice he said, “Bend over. Show me your ass. But don’t stop rubbing yourself.”

She did as he said, bending down over the dresser, bracing herself with one arm and rubbing herself with the other. The position exposed most of her bottom, barely covered by her little panties. She felt vulnerable and slightly embarrassed by her shameless eagerness and so turned on she was making little whimpers.

She closed her eyes, trying to shut out the sexy sight of him standing behind her, staring down hungrily at her bent body.

“Open your eyes,” he told her again. “I want you to see how much you want this.”

When she opened them again, she was confronted by her flushed, eager face. She had to stop rubbing her clit because she almost came from the reflection of them in the mirror.

“I told you not to stop.”

She gripped the dresser with both hands, trying desperately to hang on to control. “And I say that’s cheating, unless you’re going to touch yourself too.”

He smiled, as if he admired her response. “Fair enough.” His stared down at her body again. “Damn, your ass is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. And you’re just dying for me to spank it, aren’t you?”

The most frustrating thing was he was right. She was so aroused that her juices were dripping down her inner thighs now, and her bottom kept pushing up toward him very slightly.

“You always did like a firm hand.” He reached out toward her but held his hand still just over her butt. “Just ask me, and I will.”

She panted desperately, trying to resist. This man wasn’t just her lover. He was also her enemy. But it didn’t seem to matter at all. She heard herself gasping, “Please. Please, now.”

He gave her bottom a firm spank, and the pleasure uncoiled from the sharp impact.

“Again,” she cried, pushing her bottom up toward his hand.

He spanked her again, the smack loud in the room and the sensation stinging.

“Again.”

On the third spank she came, all the pressure unleashing around nothing.

“Oh, fuck,” he muttered, as she shook and moaned. He dropped the towel and pulled aside her panties to slide himself inside her.

The penetration was thick and substantial in her already tight pussy, and she cried out loudly as the pleasure erupted again.

He fucked her through the orgasm, hard and fast and rough. And then he lifted her upper body, wrapping one arm around her, and they rocked together tightly as the angle of penetration shifted.

She watched as her face twisted with helpless pleasure, completely letting go of any restraint she’d intended to cling to.