“Fucking hell. You’re so sexy, spread out and ready like this.” He holds out the vibrator, and I reluctantly take it. I want to just tell him to forget this. I’d rather feel his warm body pressing into me than the cold vibrator rubbing against my skin, collecting my wetness.
But my stubborn side wins; I can’t let him know how weak he makes me. How badly I want him every second of every day. Goosebumps sprinkle my skin, and I press the tip to my entrance, waiting for a sign of his approval. The long, soft silicone slides in with ease. Despite the instinct to turn my face into the pillow with embarrassment, I remain transfixed, staring at him. At the way he’s watching me, his chest barely moving with short, shallow breaths. When I turn it on with a whimper, he licks his lips and groans. Glowing with lust, a muscle in his jaw twitching repeatedly. As usual, it doesn’t take long before I’m squirming on the bed. Heat coiling at the base of my spine. All the blood in my body rushing to that spot as I feel the familiar push-pull of an orgasm.
He doesn’t let me come, though. Chase grabs the rabbit’s base and pulls it out, chucking it across the bed—filling the room with a light buzzing. “You’re not coming yet. Not until you’ve felt my cock and decided if you still think you can replace me with your toy.”
“How do you want me? Use me. Tell me what to do.” If anybody ever asked, I’d lie until I’m blue in the face, but I crave his rough demands. His possessive control awakens something in me—a sexual rush I’ve never experienced before. His face lights up with intensity, clearly enjoying being the one to boss me around.
“Flip over,” he commands. “Knees and elbows. Ass up.”
Without hesitation, I’m flipped around and eagerly waiting. My hips wiggle against my will, needing friction, begging him to fill the ache of emptiness. He tosses his pants aside, the belt buckle hitting the metal footboard with a loud ping. Then his cock is slipping between my legs, teasing me, and my breath stops with desperate anticipation. No matter how many times I feel it, the initial stretching when his thick cock fills me is a sin I’ll never get enough of.
“Look at you, so needy for the real thing. This cunt always prefers me, doesn’t it?” With the tip notched at my entrance, he presses a palm between my shoulder blades, shoving my breasts into the mattress and smashing my cheek into the pillow. He drives into me in one swift motion, filling me to the hilt with a strangled, cursing groan. The grip hehas on my hips makes me clench my jaw tight enough to trap my gasp. There are deep purple bruises in my future, for sure. Sore patches of flesh for him to tenderly, apologetically kiss better later.
The first two thrusts are slow, then he picks up the pace. Pumping into me while maintaining a rough grip on my hip with one hand and firm pressure on my spine with the other. His cock’s managing to hit every square inch inside me, leaving no part of my body unaffected as sparks fly up my spine.
“This what you want? You want my cock, or the fake one?”
“Mmm… It’s up for debate,” I taunt, looking over my shoulder at him while pretending to weigh my options.
He slaps my ass. Hard. When I bite my lip with a moan, eyes shuttering with pleasure, he does it again. “I’m going to have to fuck the brattiness right out of you, aren’t I?”
“Guess so.” I shoot him a cheeky smile.
His hand snakes around from my back to grab my breast as he piles into me. Over and over. With a punishing pace. Then his fingers trail upward until he’s grabbing my throat, pulling my heavy upper body off the mattress to greet his. I reach out for the headboard to steady myself as his fingers tighten around my neck. I’m arched into him, reveling in his hot breath on my ear.
“Fuck, Cass. You’re a fucking dream with my hand around your beautiful neck and my cock buried in your tight pussy.”
His dirty talk sends a rush up my spine every time. My nails bite into his thigh, eliciting a raspy exhale against my ear. Chase pulls out in an agonizingly slow movement, and I push my ass toward him, subconsciously begging for the pleasure he’s withholding.
“Ready to admit you like my cock better than the fake one?”
His rock-hard cock drags across my bare ass. And stubbornness be damned, I need him to fuck me.
“Yes. I want—need—your cock,” I admit with a yearning rasp.
“That’s my good little slut—you’ll do anything I tell you, won’t you?”
“Mmm, maybe,” I lie through my teeth. I would. I’d do anything. I’m already doing things I would’ve never considered with anybody else and loving every second of it. I want to be his slut. I want to be his dream.
“Brat,” he murmurs into my hair as he shoves back inside me.
Fuck. Why does that word make me want him even more?
My bottom lip skates between my front teeth. “You love it.”
He responds by tightening his grip. Not choking me—I can breathe relatively well, considering the force of every thrust is radiating up to my lungs. But he’s keeping enough pressure on either side of my throat to make it obvious he’s in charge here. Knowing I’m at his mercy sends an electrifying tingle through my skin, settling into my core.
“I really do love the necklace,” I say between harsh thrusts, which knock the wind out of me every time. I stroke the tattooed back of his hand, the skin I know so intimately after nights spent sleeping with our fingers interlaced on my stomach. He squeezes either side of my neck, tight enough to make my lip quiver.
“It’s all yours. Only yours.” His rough fingers press into my pulse point, and I gasp. “Now get your hand off mine and touch yourself. Play with your needy cunt for me.”
“I have a better idea.” One by one, I peel his fingers from my skin and lean over to the drawer, pulling out a bullet-sized vibrator and adding to the hum of buzzing electricity in the air. “You want me to come hard? Use this while you fuck me.”
“Who said anything about you coming yet? You think you deserve to come on my cock after being such a pain in the ass?” His hand jumps to my throat again, pulling my back into his chest. His ragged breath is hot in my ear, and I whimper a desperate yes around the pressure of his fingers. “Yeah? Well, you’re lucky I’m a nice guy.”
“So lucky.” I eagerly agree, rolling my hips to feel him deeper.
“Ask nicely.MaybeI’ll let you come.” His grip tightens as he talks. Begging for it isn’t an option when I can barely form words past his palm on the column of my neck, but I moan and press my hips deeper into his, letting my body speak my greatest desires.
