I tilt my head, smiling sweetly. “You swearing at me, cowboy?”
His eyes open—dark, undone, pleading.
“Please.”
There it is.
My victory.
I lean forward again, lips a breath from his. “Good boy.”
It’s electric the way his breath stutters, the way his hips twitch beneath me.
Keeping my gaze locked on his, I reach between us and unzip his jeans, slow and deliberate. My fingers brush overhim as I free him, thick and already pulsing. His head tips back with a guttural groan, hands tugging at the lace binding like he wants to touch me, but he can’t. He’s mine now. And I want him to feel it.
Then I give him exactly what he’s been begging for.
Pulling my lacy panties aside, I sink down onto him with agonizing control, every inch deliberate, watching the way his eyes glaze, the way his jaw clenches as he tries to hold back the moan that rips free.
“Jesus,” he gasps.
But I don’t stop.
I ride him slow. Deep. Every movement measured, every roll of my hips a promise and a punishment. I stay just this side of merciless letting him feel every second of being beneath me. At my mercy. At my pace. His body strains, shudders. His voice breaks on my name. He begs again not for release, but for more.
And I give it. Because this? This is more than a power shift. It’s a reckoning. It’s a claim. It’s me loving him.
His breath is still catching when I collapse against his chest, skin flushed and damp, my body boneless with satisfaction. I can still feel the aftershocks pulsing through both of us. His heart thuds hard beneath my cheek, wild and steady at the same time. Mine matches it, beat for beat.
“Guess I should untie you,” I say with a grin.
He hums as I untie the bra, letting it fall to the side.
“Best purchase ever,” he says as his fingers brush up and down my spine in slow, hypnotic strokes, tracing along the curve of my back like he’s still trying to memorize every line.
I press a kiss to his chest, right over his heart, and whisper, “Okay, you’re forgiven.”
He huffs a laugh, low and warm. “For what?”
“For thinking you were the only one who could take control.”
His chest rumbles with a deeper laugh this time. “You proved me wrong, darlin’. Thoroughly.”
I smile against his skin, eyes fluttering shut.
Outside the window, the sky is softening with light bleeding gently through clouds still low and heavy with the last bits of snow. Inside, the house is quiet. No tension. No storm. Just the soft crackle of the fireplace and the tangled rhythm of our breathing.
“You good?” he murmurs after a long silence.
I nod, eyes still closed. “Better than.”
He presses a kiss to the crown of my head. “You wreck me, you know that?”
I hum. “Only fair. You wrecked me first.”
His hand tightens slightly around me, like he heard more than I meant to say.
But he doesn’t push.
