“Don’t come,” he orders, voice sharp. “Be a good girl for me and wait.”
A contraction shudders through me, so sharp it rips out a gasp.
Nate yanks me off him with a wet pop, fisting my hair until I’m staring up at him, wide-eyed and wrecked. His cockglistens in front of me, thick and veined, saliva shining down his length.
“Did you disobey me, Eden?”
I shake my head frantically, panting. “No—no, I didn’t. I swear.”
He drags me back, pressing me flat on the thick mat. One hand pins my shoulder; the other plunges a finger deep into my soaked core.
“Give me your hands.”
I obey instantly. He pins my wrists above my head, making me shake as he holds still inside me, testing, waiting, feeling the way my body pulses on the edge.
“Sweet girl,” he murmurs, lips grazing my ear. “You’re trying so fucking hard to do what you’re told, aren’t you?”
I can only whimper. Between his thighs, his cock juts out heavy and slick, glistening with my spit. I ache for it, my eyes locked helplessly on the thick length, the swollen head flushed dark red.
He rolls me onto my stomach, palms my ass, then smacks it hard. Heat and pain explode through me, tangling with raw need.
His mouth finds my ear, biting hard. “What do you say if you want me to stop, Eden? What’s the safe word?”
“W-what?” My brain stutters, too far gone.
He spanks my other cheek, sharper this time, flames racing straight to my clit. “The safe word. What is it?”
“I-I don’t know…”
“You’ll know if you need it,” he growls, voice dark velvet. “But right now? You don’t.”
Another hard slap. My pussy clenches around nothing, desperate for him, desperate for release. I sob, my face pressed into the mat.
“Are you being a bad girl, Eden?” His laugh is cruel andhungry. “Do you know what bad girls get?” He grinds his cock against my stinging ass. “They get fucked hard. So they remember how to be good.”
The words alone almost unravel me. I groan, my walls pulsing, clenching around air. “Nate…please.”
“That’s it. Say my name. Beg.” He grips my hips, steady and unrelenting. “Scream it when you come for me.”
He pushes forward, the head of his cock stretching me, slick and thick, filling me inch by inch. My eyes slam shut, tears slipping free as my body trembles with relief.
“That’s right, baby. Take your man’s cock.”
His control over me, the way he owns every breath, every nerve, makes me wild. A sob breaks out of me as he pulls back and slams home again, hips snapping sharp, spanking me in rhythm with each thrust.
“Sweet girl. Don’t you dare come yet, you hear me?”
I claw at the mat, biting down on my lip, desperate to hold out. “Please, Nate. Please let me come. I need it so bad. Please.”
He grunts, dragging me upright, my back flush to his chest, one hand on my throat, the other gripping my hip as he drives into me.
“Good girl,” he growls into my ear, a hand wrapping around my neck and pressing gently. “Beg for it.” His deep voice crests over me.
“I’m begging you,” I sob. “Please let me come.”
His thrusts are harder now, splitting me open, his lust tasting of starvation. Then finally, his hand slides between my thighs, pinching my clit while he continues to pound. His voice is unrecognizable.
“Come. Now.”
