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 up in 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 saw 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 beneath 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 sight.

“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 sensations 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.

“Oh, Blossom, you feel so good when you come for me,” he was murmuring against her ear. “Oh, fuck, nothing has ever felt as good as you.”

And her heart and her mind and her body all let loose, overwhelmed by him, unable to resist the power of his claim on her.

She couldn’t look away from his face behind hers in the mirror. His eyes were hot and possessive as they crawled over her body, and occasionally he would clench his jaw and suck in a wet breath through his teeth.

Kelly was breathing erratically too, but the deepest of her pleasure was already past. Her hair was all over the place, strands sticking to her back, her arms, and her warm, damp face. And she had the most overwhelming feeling of ownership as she watched and felt Caleb claim what he needed in her body.

“Yeah, Caleb,” she urged him huskily, her eyes never leaving his face in the mirror. “Yeah. You come too.”

He was beyond words now, just making primitive sounds of pleasure and dominance in rhythm with the slapping of his pelvis against her ass.

Then he suddenly bared his teeth and his whole body clenched like a fist.

And Kelly saw it—every detail. Saw the intense pleasure slam into him, saw it overwhelm the tension on his face with waves of release. Saw the way his nostrils flared and his neck arched back as his body thrust forward one last time.

She was whimpering in pleasure, both from the physical sensations and from the power of his climax.

When Caleb finally slid his softening cock out of her, Kelly felt warm, limp, and replete. But she had enough wit about her to slant him a teasing look and quip, “Well. I guess someone is feeling macho and caveman-like this evening. But I declare, just for the record, that you still cheated.”

He gave her a smug look of satisfaction. “I don’t think so.”

“I didn’t come until you touched me.”

“You would have. But you were begging me to touch you, and I’ve always had a soft heart.” The irony in his tone was obvious. Caleb Marshall had never been known for having a soft heart.