“Rub your pussy for me,” I told her.
I swear her eyes sparkled when I asked that. Her hand instantly went in between her legs, and she set a slow pace as she played with herself. Her hips started to rock, and as soon as I knew that she was close, I told her to stop. She looked like I betrayed her by that, but the only way I’d let her come was on my cock.
“You think you’ve earned it already? You think just because you moaned and cried like a good little slut, I’ll let you come?”
“No, Master.”
I was still fully clothed, and normally I’d stay that way. Only removing my pants to my thighs, coming, and then someaftercare before I left. But Mya deservedmore. She deserved all of me. So as she waited for me to tell her what to do, I removed my shirt, followed by my pants and boxers. I wish I didn’t have to wear a condom when it came to her and that was a little scary considering I’d never done that before. But we were still new, so I slid one on, then spoke softly as I said, “Come here, Sunshine.”
“I want to ride you,” she whispered, voice wrecked.
I raised a brow. “You want to ride me?”
She nodded. Her thighs trembled where she straddled me, desperate and wide open.
I grabbed her throat just to feel her pulse race beneath my palm. “Then earn it.”
Something flickered in her eyes. She clenched her jaw and slammed her hips down on me, taking me inside all at once.
Fuck.
She rode me like she meant to ruin us both. Her nails raked down my chest as her rhythm got harder. Faster. I let her have it. Let her think she had control. I let her believe that for thirty fucking seconds, then I grabbed her wrists and flipped us fast, shoulder to the bench, ass in the air, exactly where I wanted her.
I covered her body with mine, hand on her jaw, caging her in. She gasped. Her whole body shuddered.
“My turn,” I growled into her ear as I picked her up and threw her on the bed.
She gasped as I pushed her face-down into the sheets, her arms pinned above her head with one hand. My hips rolled forward, slow, just the tip sliding against her slick cunt until she whimpered.
“I let you ride me,” I murmured into her ear. “You thought you were in control?”
A desperate little shake of her head. “N-no.”
“Liar,” I growled and slammed into her.
She cried out, not from pain or fear, but from howdeepI went.
Her cheek pressed against the mattress, mouth open, gasping as I set a brutal rhythm. One hand held her arms tight. The other wrapped around her throat from behind.
“Say it,” I grunted, driving into her. “Say whose you are.”
“Y-yours,” she choked out. “I’m yours, Nick.”
“That’s right.” I leaned over her, lips brushing her temple. “No one else gets you like this. No onefucksyou like I do.”
I wanted to drag my nails down her back. I wanted to bite her. To leave bruises that wouldn’t fade for a week. To draw a tiny line of red just to see her flinch and then melt. To mark her up until she wore me for days. But she wasn’t just anyone. She was Mya. And that meant I had to go slower. I had to earn every whimper. I had to make thismeansomething. But fuck, I wanted it. And I’d earn that kind of trust one scene at a time.
She arched, legs shaking, completely undone beneath me. Her body tried to pull me deeper with every thrust, and I gave her everything. Every inch. Every ounce of restraint I’d been holding since the first night.
Her moans got messier. She clawed at the sheets. Her whole body rocked with the force of my thrusts.
“Please,” she sobbed. “Please don’t stop.”
“Don’t worry, baby,” I panted. “You’re gonna come so hard, you’ll forget where we are.”
I reached between her thighs and circled her clit. Her breath hitched. Then shescreamed, her body seizing, legs kicking against the sheets as she came apart with a raw, shaking cry. I didn’t stop. Not until she was twitching and boneless under me, and as soon as she did, I spilled into my condom. When I caught my breath, I slowly removed myself and flipped her around, cradling her in my arms.
“Did you just… at the same time?” she asked, almost like she was in awe.
