Page 49 of The Summer We Lie

He must sense my thoughts—must see the surrender in my eyes—because the next words that leave his mouth carry the unmistakable weight of command: "Turn around."

I don't hesitate for even a heartbeat, doing exactly what I'm told, my body responding to his authority before my mind can even process the request.

"Drop the towel," he says, and it falls to the floor around my ankles with a soft whisper of fabric, leaving me completely exposed and vulnerable before him.

"Fuck," he groans, the sound primal and hungry, and I feel him pressing into me from behind, the expensive fabric of his slacks creating a delicious friction against my bare skin. The contrast between his fully clothed body and my nakedness intensifies everything, making me acutely aware of every point where we touch.

I stand motionless, hyper-aware of every sensation—the cool air against my naked skin, the heat radiating from Dom's body behind me, the thundering of my heart. A strange cocktail of embarrassment, fear, and something far more primal floods through me.

"Don't move," Dom whispers, his breath hot against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. His large hands grip my waist, fingers digging into my flesh with exquisite pressure that borders between pain and pleasure.

"I want to take your ass too," he says, releasing my waist to palm my breasts. His hands are rough and warm, cupping the weight of each breast, thumbs brushing against my nipples which instantly harden at his touch.

A breathy moan escapes my lips, my head falling back against his chest. I've never felt so utterly possessed, so completely at someone's mercy. The thought should terrify me, but instead, it sends liquid heat pooling between my thighs.

"Touch yourself," he commands, voice thick with desire.

I hesitate for only a heartbeat before bringing my hand between my legs, letting my fingers slide between my pussy lips, shocked at how wet I am. How ready. For him. For this. For whatever he wants to do to me.

"God damn, you're such a good girl," he growls, and I whimper at the praise, something inside me unfurling like a flower seeking sunlight.

"You want to be a good girl for me?" he asks, squeezing my breasts harder.

I nod frantically, unable to form words. I want to be so good for him. I want to please him in ways I've never wanted to please anyone before.

"I want you to make yourself come," he says, pinching both nipples simultaneously.

I moan and rub my clit faster, my fingers slick with my own arousal. My legs tremble, threatening to give out beneath me.

"Okay?" he asks, a hint of genuine concern breaking through his dominant demeanor.

"Yes," I whisper, my voice small and breathless.

"Yes, sir," he corrects, giving my nipple a painful twist.

"Yes, sir," I repeat, the words feeling foreign yet right on my tongue.

He groans appreciatively, grinding his hard length against my ass. The fabric of his expensive slacks provides a tantalizing friction against my bare skin. I can feel how big he is, how hard, and I imagine what it would be like to take all of him inside me.

"Good, so perfect," he praises as I rub tight circles over my clit. My entire body feels like a live wire, electricity coursing through every nerve ending.

Then he brings one hand up between my breasts to my neck, raising my arm with the movement. I instinctively reach back, pushing my fingers into his hair, gripping the soft strands between my fingers just as he starts squeezing, cutting off my air.

"Keep going, baby. Make yourself come apart," he commands in a low voice as he chokes me and twists my nipple with his other hand.

Oh god, oh god, I chant in my head because I can't make a sound. I'm climbing higher and higher, about to fall over the edge. The pressure in my lungs and the restricted blood flow intensifies every sensation tenfold. Colors burst behind my eyelids, and I feel myself approaching something I've never experienced before—something transcendent.

"Be a good girl and come for me," he growls in my ear.

Fuck, I scream in my head as my vision starts getting dark around the edges and I come apart at the seams. I dig my nails into his scalp as I twitch and convulse in his strong arms. The orgasm rips through me like a tidal wave, obliterating everything in its path. I'm nothing but sensation, nothing but pleasure.

He loosens his grip on my throat and I gasp for air, each breath bringing another wave of pleasure crashing through me.

"Fuck, Dom," I moan as I ride out the wave, my body continuing to pulse and throb against my hand between my legs.

His arms encircle me completely now, supporting me as my legs give out. I collapse against him, utterly spent, my mind blissfully empty of all the worries and responsibilities that normally plague me.

For this moment, there's only Dom and the exquisite aftershocks of the most intense orgasm I've ever experienced.