Page 65 of His Dark Pact

She hardly recognized her honeyed tone. Who was the woman who took his palm and climbed to her feet? Logically, it was her, but nothing about the Amy Kendal who allowed Kyle to lead her to the hot tub and waited as he started the mechanism was someone she was familiar with.

“Ladies first.” He guided her up the steps, encouraging her to dip first one, then both her feet into the clear water.

“It’s lovely.” She swirled around in the warmth, aware of the bubbles growing in frequency as he stepped in behind her.

“It is.” His hand glided to her hip. “And so are you, little girl.”

Turning to meet him, she grazed her fingers lightly through the dark hair on his chest. Kyle had just the right amount of body hair—not enough to perturb her, but enough to remind her that the person she was entangling herself with was most definitely a man.

As though the matter required further clarification, his cock pushed at her midriff, demanding her attention, and unthinkingly, her free hand lowered to stroke him.

“What are we doing, sir?” Maybe it was the rising heat of the humid atmosphere, but she was feeling increasingly unsteady as she gazed into the depths of his blue eyes.

“Enjoying the hot tub.” His shrewd smile might have riled her had she not been so utterly caught in his web. “As part of your reward.”

“Part of it?” His shaft swelled in her hand, her throat drying as she intimately recalled how he’d felt inside her.

“Sit with me.”

Reaching for the hand at his chest, he spun her slowly and directed her backward. She watched him slide onto one of the jacuzzi’s seats where he tugged her to join him. She went without much coaxing, enjoying the feel of the bubbles at her middle as he steered her onto his lap. It was only once she was seated, her legs steered on either side of his and the rhythmic throbbing of his hardness skimming her labia, she realized just how intimate the new position had become.

“Do you trust me, Amy?”

That was one hell of a question to ask now she was astride him in the simmering water.

“I barely even know you, Mr. Kyle.”

‘Barely’ being the operative word.

“That wasn’t the question.”

One of his burly arms snaked around her middle and held her tighter. She gasped, conscious of his cock pulsing between her legs and how easy it would have been to reposition herself a fraction and push him inside her.

“Yes, I trust you.” She wouldn’t be there otherwise, naked in his private spa and contemplating all the devilish ways she could enjoy herself. She supposed, on some level, she wouldn’t have come to his sprawling mansion at all.

“I know you do.” His words were whispered onto the side of her neck, each one reverberating along her body and tightening her aching nipples. “Continue trusting, little girl. It’s important to me.” His legs edged apart, splaying hers wider as they went. “Know that when you obey, you’ll always be rewarded.”

The arm at her middle shifted and slipped into the water. She drew in a breath as his fingertips brushed her spread labia and settled lightly over her clit. Massaging the needy ball of nerves with a deft touch, he tipped her hips forward a fraction, allowing the crown of his cock to nudge inside her.

“Oh God.” Her head fell back onto his shoulder, her eyes falling closed as he skimmed a thumb over her clit.

That was what she wanted—his time and attention directed at her while the warm water lapped around their bodies.

“I know.” He chuckled as his free hand rose to cup her breast. His shaft teased them both as it slid inside her an inch, only to withdraw. “But I want you to hear me, little girl. I need to know you understand.”

“I understand, sir.”

Completely unaware of what she was concurring with, she rasped the reply. The strumming of his fingertips and the way his dick teased her meant she couldn’t even remember what he’d been saying.

“Tell me, then.” He plunged deeper, briefly robbing her of breath as her body tried to lurch forward. The arm around her held her in place, his soft laughter taunting as he cajoled. “Tell me what I want to hear.”

“I don’t know.” How could he expect her to think when he was playing her body so beautifully? “I can’t think when you touch me like that.”

His fingers had built up an incredible cadence, slowly edging her closer to ecstasy as his hips rocked their bodies. Sprawled over him, she was helpless with desire—more than content to let him set the pace and do whatever he chose. She had no idea who the man was, where he’d come from, or what he’d done to make his fortune, but his skills as a lover were unrivaled.

“You’d like me to stop then?” His digits and shaft stilled, probably only for half a second, but the loss resounded throughout her tightly wound frame, screaming at her for resumption.

“No!” she groaned, pushing her hips up to find his delicious friction again. “Please, sir!”