“Mmm,” I groan.
Tugging the lace over, I glide my fingers across her, circling her entrance before easing two inside.
“Wait,” she says breathlessly, absolute need in her voice.
This is a part of her fantasy. She wants me to take from her, use her. She wants to pretend for just a second that this is real. That I broke in here just to fuck her. As far as she needs to be concerned, that’s exactly what I’m doing. If anything’s too much, she can use her safe word, and I’ll stop immediately.
“You’re not calling the shots, baby. I am.” I sink my fingers deeper into her, and she gasps.
She clenches around me.
So fucking tight.
She flexes her hand and bunches the fabric up. “But?—”
Suddenly hooking my fingers, I fuck her with them fast and rough before slamming to a halt. Her body rocks through the motions before she stops, her breathing still erratic and her cheeks colored a deep red.
“Do you not understand? You’remine.”
Slowly and steadily, I move my fingers again. With every thrust, her breathing quickens.
Reaching up with my other hand, I cover her mouth, sealing her nostrils shut as I press my lips against the shell of her ear. “Every breath is mine. Every moan, whimper, and cry belong to me.”
Her back arches, but she doesn’t fight against my hand. A few seconds later, I lift it, and she sharply inhales.
“You breathe when I want you to breathe. You comewhen I command your body to break for me. Do you get it now, Little Cupid? Your heart, soul, andeverysingle inch of you is mine.”
She wets her lips. The red lipstick is smeared across them. Her hair’s in tangles as her body falls apart from my touch. She’s never looked more attractive in my eyes. Messy. Helpless.Mine.
Swallowing hard, she bites down on a smile she’s struggling to fight. “Yes, I understand.”
I press my lips against her temple and kiss her hairline tenderly before sitting up, getting a better view to enjoy the show.
Flattening my thumb on her clit, I massage it as my fingers warm her up. “Good.”
My fingers quicken, the pace steady, and she coils up, the sensations building higher and higher.
“Holyshit,” she whimpers, the tops of her knuckles turning white.
“You don’t want me, huh?” Grabbing the knife, I press it against her neck, and it’s all it takes to ruin her.
Her face twists, contorting with uncontrollable pleasure. Her sounds are raw and unbridled, like no matter how quiet she wants to be, she can’t possibly contain them.
“See how good I am for you, baby?” I glide my fingers out of her, sucking them between my lips and savoring her delicious taste. “Mmm. So fucking sweet.” Shifting lower on the bed, I kiss my way down her body. “Roll over.”
She hesitates, probably nervous because of the cuffs. “O-okay.”
Wrapping her hands around the bar she’s cuffed to,she sits up, wiggling her ass back on the bed before turning and shifting to her knees, balancing her weight so she doesn’t tip forward, where her arms are pinned.
Inching forward, I wrap my hands around her hips, lift, and reposition her at the center of the bed, her arms stretched out in front of her. This position’s not comfortable, it’s not easy, but she’s trying, and fucking hell if that isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
Righting myself, I bite down on my bottom lip, readjusting the mask that’s begun slipping off the top of my head. Secured in place, I lift my palm up and swing down and through, smacking her ass. A deafening clap sounds through the room as she yipes.
Her words won’t portray her disapproval. I watch her movements, her body language—that’ll tell me everything I need to know right now.
The arch of her back deepens, her hips grazing my throbbing cock. But she doesn’t pull up; she pushes back more, desperate to feel it.
Swinging my arm across my body, I smack the other cheek. The handcuffs jingle as she fights with the restraints.
