"Press your hands against the headboard, Princess," he told her. She moved, pressing her palms against the wood. "Just like that. That's my good girl," he cooed, the vibration of his voice causing her wetness to nearly trickle down her thigh. His fingers spread out against the back of her head, digits pressing as a massage into her scalp, and this time she did feel herself dripping.
Maybe she would just ask him to play in her hair and call her ‘good girl’ the rest of the night.
Between that and his length brushing her entrance, she was ready to come apart.
"There’s myprize," and she noted his playful tone. He slapped her ass again, and she flinched with another moan she couldn't suppress.
She almost laughed at the word he'd called her but instead glanced at him over her shoulder and shook her head. "I will end you on the arm of that chair later," she warned.
His grip yanked in her hair, making her gasp and whimper delightedly all at once. "I'll take that as a promise." His breath was on her shoulder, and he whispered, "Don't move," into her ear as a final instruction.
The Commander’s first thrust was deep enough to make her cry into the sheets. He cursed, pausing for a split, and then he did what he'd told her he would.
Every slap of their bodies echoed in the quiet room. His balls hit her clit and made her groan with every stroke, every pulse. He was buried in her, fitting her and filling her completely. She bit at the sheet as she tried to resist her own end, knowing if she did that, he might too, and she wasn't ready yet. She clenched around him with stolen breaths. She wanted him to stay inside her for hours, needing his touch and his own need for her.
His hand slipped from her hair to her shoulder, making her whimper in the absence of that grip. She reached around and moved his fingers back to her roots, to which he slowed his thrusts.
"You like when I hold you there?" he asked, the now deliberate yet stern movement of his hips making her push back against him.
She groaned at the chill once more rising over her skin. "Yes," she begged.
He stilled behind her. "Don't move, Princess," he repeated.
"Then you'd better, Commander," she said impatiently.
There was a huff of amusement, a hard smack on her backside, and then his hand once more tightened in her hair. Yanking her head back and causing an elated gasp to escape her. She nearly came apart right then.
"Your ass looks so good red," she heard him say as that free hand brushed over where he'd just slapped her. She flinched at the sensitive touch, and his fingertips dug slightly into her skin.
“So beautiful—Nyssa—”
His pace picked up. She could hear him cursing again, feel him straining. The pain of his pulling her hair made her insides convulse. His heavy thrusts quickly became erratic, and she knew he was nearly there, knew she was already there but holding it until she couldn’t any longer. Her fingers dug into the wood. Her body shook, shuddering at her skin starting to stretch, her muscles to reach, her breaths to cease. High-pitched noises from her own throat echoed in the room. She was there. She couldn’t stop it. His fingertips dug in her hips, head throwing back with the tug of his grasp. His cock twitched inside her, and he slammed into her three more times. The third sent her whirling, sent her soaring over that edge and into darkness. And she came apart just before him.
He held her firmly against his hips as they both shook with their releases, the elongation of his groan reaching her ears. She told herself to breathe and come down, but she couldn't help her own high-pitched moans as his fingers sank in her hair and her muscles limped.
Nadir finally slipped out of her, and she surrendered to her stomach. Stretching her arms above her head and allowing her cheek to lay on her bicep as he settled on his back.
She watched him in fascination, noticing the move of his throat, the run of his hand over his brow. A pleased groan emitted from him, and he smacked her ass once more.
"Dammit, I missed you," he uttered in a breath, and she couldn’t help but chuckle under her breath.
He turned his head in her direction, lifting his arm up over his head onto the pillow. “What?" he asked.
She sat her head on her palm, bending her elbow beneath her. “Sometimes I forget you’re also the Commander,” she admitted.
Nadir frowned. “What do you mean?”
A flash of a smile quirked on her lips. “Nothing,” she whispered.
His gaze narrowed, but he didn’t push it and instead simply stared up at the ceiling again as his breath evened.
"Tell me why you made me wait a week for that," he said after a few moments.
"Where was the fun in giving in to you right away when you didn't even want me on your beach?" she asked.
Nadir smirked crookedly, and he grabbed her backside hard, making Nyssa jump as his fingers clenched between her cheeks and hooked in her, fingers spreading their releases over her ass.
"I hope you're hydrated, Princess."
