“That’s my good girl. So fucking obedient.”
He slides two fingers up my inner thigh, teasing me, stopping just short of where I’m aching. I whimper.
“Uh-uh,” he warns. “You stay still and quiet unless I ask you a question. Can you do that?”
I bite my lip and nod.
Jace rewards me by finally dragging those two fingers through me, parting me, circling my clit with exactly the right pressure. My hips jerk. his other hand pins my thigh down.
“What did I just say?”
“Sorry,” I gasp.
He circles again, slower, watching my face. “Sorry, what?”
“Sorry… sir.” I'm completely breathless. This man owns me now. His words alone are powerful enough to make me split open, and he knows how to use them.
His eyes flare. “Good fucking girl.”
He slides one finger inside me, then two, curling them just right. My back bows off the bed. He pumps slowly at first, thumb settling on my clit, rubbing in tight, perfect circles that make my toes curl.
“Eyes on me,” he orders.
I force them open. The intensity in his stare while he works me open is almost too much.
“You’re gonna come just like this,” he says, voice steady even as his forearm flexes with every stroke. “On my fingers, while I watch. And you’re not gonna look away. I want to see every second of it.”
He speeds up, fingers curling harder, thumb relentless. The pleasure coils tight and fast, almost embarrassing how quickly he’s got me there.
“Jace—”
“I know, baby. Let it happen. Show me how gorgeous you are when you fall apart for me.”
That’s all it takes. I shatter, crying out, clenching hard around his fingers as wave after wave crashes over me. My chest lurches upward and my hips dip. I grip his wrist as I'm wailing and writhing, and every sensation in my body is one pulse of pleasure after another. He doesn’t stop, just slows his strokes, drawing it out until I’m shaking and boneless.
When I finally sag against the headboard, he brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean, eyes locked on mine. “Perfect,” he murmurs. “Absolutely perfect.”
Jace slides his fingers from his mouth with a deliberate pop, his gaze never leaving mine. He shifts back on his heels, stillfully dressed in those thin boxers that do nothing to hide the massive bulge straining against the fabric. His chest rises and falls steadily, but I can see the tension in his shoulders, the way his hands flex like he's holding back from devouring me whole.
"Stay right there," he orders, "and keep those legs spread."
I nod, my body still buzzing from the orgasm he just wrung out of me. He stands at the foot of the bed, hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, and shoves them down in one fluid motion. His cock springs free, curving up toward his stomach, the head flushed dark and already leaking precum. It's huge, intimidating in the best way, and my mouth waters at the sight.
"Fuck, look at what you do to me," he growls, wrapping one hand around the base and giving himself a slow stroke. "My dick's been hard for you all night, Sabine, aching to bury itself in every tight little hole you've got."
My thighs clench involuntarily, and he notices, a smirk curling his lips.
"Oh, you like that idea? Me claiming all of you?" He climbs back onto the bed, kneeling between my spread legs, his free hand trailing up my inner thigh. "Good girl. Because I'm not stopping at that sweet pussy. I'm going to stretch this perfect ass of yours until you're ready to take every inch of me."
I whimper, shifting my hips toward him, but he presses a palm flat against my stomach, pinning me down.
"Uh-uh. You don't move. You beg for it first." His fingers dip lower, circling my entrance before sliding back further, brushing over the tight ring of muscle there. "Tell me you want it. Tell me you need me to finger-fuck this ass until you're screaming my name."
"Please, Jace," I gasp, my voice breaking. "Fuck."
He chuckles darkly and the sound vibrates through me. "That's my girl, begging so nicely already." The fingers of one hand push into me again, in and out, smearing my juices until he's got me soaked from hole to hole, and his other hand continues stroking his length.
"I'm gonna show you how a real man treats a woman… And you're never gonna want anything else ever again," he says confidently. His fingers put pressure on that tight ring of muscles while I whimper and squirm. "Just relax for me…"
