“You know what I’ve been thinking about?” There is a glint of passion in his eyes.
“What?”
“All the things I want to do to you.” His voice drops lower, rougher. “All the ways I want to make you fall apart.”
Instantly, curiosity tingles in my body. “Like what?”
“I liked it when you wrapped my hand around your throat.”
“Yeah?”
His eyes flare with lust. “I’ve always wanted to be a little rough but never knew how. You just let me take control.”
“It makes me stay present.”
He climbs above me. Behind him, leftover glints of green shimmer along his handsome face. I reach up to stroke his jaw, but he catches my wrist and shakes his head.
“That’s the thing, Joy. You’ve been in control all day. Making decisions. Being a competent, brilliant surgeon. I think you need a break, huh?”
The idea makes me instantly wet. It’s what happened last time we had sex: I got to shut off my brain.
“I do,” I answer, and it’s all the confirmation he needs.
“Take this off.” He removes my sweater. “No bra.” Hetsks.
“I wasn’t planning—”
He kisses me, nipping on my lower lip. “No explanations.” I want nothing more than for him to be inside of me, but I have a feeling he’s going to drag this out.“Next, these.”
I slip off my sweats, ass bare against the blankets. Even though the barn is heated, the window above has a small draft that runs across my flushed cheeks.
I’m completely naked under him.“Now what?”
He pushes two fingers inside me without warning, and I moan. I was expecting slow, but the immediate pressure is welcome. “Right now, you’re going to let go. You’re going to be a good girl and take what I give you. Aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I breathe, digging my hands into the blanket under me, resisting the urge to reach for his dick. I know he won’t give it to me yet.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes,sir.”
The word slips out before I can think. He slaps my pussy, and I jolt under the pleasure.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “Say that again.”
“Yes,sir.”
“Did you come to this barn tonight without underwear because you knew you wanted me to fuck you?”
“No.”
He removes his fingers, and I gasp from the lack of friction. “Liar.” He licks me off his middle digit, and it’s so hot that I can feel myself getting wetter. “Tell me the truth. Good girls get rewards.”
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“I came over here because I needed you.”
