She sucks in a sharp breath as I position myself at her entrance, her eyes flicking to mine in the reflection like she’s silently asking if I’m going to destroy her.
I push just the tip inside and stop. Her body jerks, and her mouth falls open.
I shake my head once. “Not on me,” I remind her. “On you.”
Her chest rises as she forces herself to focus. To hold her own gaze. To stay present.
And she does.
“Good fucking girl.”
I drive in fully, one hard thrust, and she cries out, the sound broken and perfect.
“Drago—”
I don’t tear my eyes from hers. I watch every pulse in her throat, every tremble in her thighs, every breath she fights to take. The way she falls to pieces and lets me put her back together. The way she owns me without even touching.
Both hands grip her ass, spreading her, holding her steady as I move deeper, slower at first. Dragging it out, making her feelevery inch. Then harder. Long, relentless strokes that steal the air from her lungs and make her fingers clamp around the barre.
Her eyes go glassy. Her body shakes. “I-I need to—” she cries.
Her lashes flutter closed, her head dipping, and I slap her ass. Just enough to sting, just enough to pull her back to me.
“You only get to come if you watch,” I murmur. “Those are the rules, baby.”
I tilt my head, meeting her gaze in the mirror like I’m daring her to run. “Can you do that for me?”
She nods, desperate, breathing hard. “Yes—yes.”
“Good.”
I lean over her, mouth at her ear, my voice dropping as I thread my hand around her throat, squeezing just enough for her. “Come hard, baby.” I thrust deeper. “Let me feel it.”
Her fingers whiten around the barre. Her eyes stay locked on the mirror, on me, on herself, watching the way she breaks, watching the way I take her apart like it’s worship.
And then she comes.
Violently.
Her entire body seizing as she cries out, shaking, her tight, perfect pussy gripping me like she’s trying to drag me under with her.
It doesn’t take long. I lose control with her, driving in deep, holding her throat as I spill, my breath shattered against her neck, giving her everything I am.
Everything I’ve ever been. Everything I promised her.
When I finally still, I keep her there. My mouth pressed to her skin, my eyes still on hers in the mirror.
Watching her breathe. Watching her survive. Watching her glow.
Like she was always meant to be mine.
“How was that, baby?” I whisper.
She smiles, and it’s the most beautiful sight in the world. “Powerful.”
I nip at the flushed skin of her shoulder, my hands still steady on her hips like I’m not ready to let her float away yet.
“My good girl, huh?”
