Page 83 of The Summer We Lie

"Did you just braid my hair?" Surprise colors her voice.

"I don't want it to get in the way," I explain. Then I wrap the braid around my fist and pull her head back gently but firmly. She gasps, and the sound goes straight to my cock.

"This control is nice too," I say, my lips close to her ear.

Her body melts against mine, giving herself over completely. In this moment, she's mine to protect, to pleasure, to possess.

I pick up the clear plug and the bottle of lube, turning them over in my palm. The weight of the glass feels substantial despite its modest size. Perfect for a beginner. I hand both items to her and nod toward the bed.

"Put these on the edge of the bed," I instruct.

"Yes, sir," she responds without hesitation, taking them from me.

Something shifts in her demeanor—a straightening of her spine, a softness in her expression. She's slipping into submission with an ease that stuns me. No awkwardness, no overthinking. Just pure, natural surrender.

She was made for this.

I remain rooted to my spot, watching as she places the items precisely where I indicated. When she finishes, she turns back to me, hands clasped in front of her, waiting. Her eyes seek mine, looking for the next command.

"Take your clothes off," I say. "Everything."

No hesitation. She grabs the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head in one fluid motion, dropping it beside her feet. Her shorts and panties follow, shimmied down her thighs and kicked aside.

I allow myself a moment to take in her naked form. Her small, perfect breasts with pink nipples hardened to tight peaks. The gentle curve of her waist flaring to those hips I've gripped so many times. Between her thighs, I know I'll find her wet—her body responding to my dominance like it was designed specifically for me.

"Turn around."

She pivots slowly, giving me a view of what has become my obsession since the first moment I saw her. That perfect, round ass. From the first night I met her and saw her ass, I've wanted nothing more than to spread those cheeks and claim that tight hole as mine.

"Bend over," I command, moving closer. The power of having her obey without question sends blood rushing to my cock.

She folds at the waist, presenting her ass to me. The curve of her spine, the way her braid hangs down her back, the sight of her balanced on her delicate feet—it's a masterpiece of submission.

"I love this ass," I growl, bringing my palm down in a sharp smack against her right cheek.

She yelps, the sound high and startled before melting into a moan.

"What's your safe word?" I ask, needing to confirm before we go further.

"Cherry," she says without hesitation.

"Make sure to use it if you need to." I kneel behind her, placing my hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks apart. "I want to know your limits, but I'll never want you to endure something you don't enjoy."

I lean forward and run my tongue from her dripping pussy up to the tight ring of her ass. Just as I suspected—soaked for me. I circle her hole with my tongue before pressing it inside her, fucking her ass with slow, deliberate strokes while she moans and pushes back against my face.

Her taste is intoxicating—sweet and purely Skye. She grinds her ass against my mouth, seeking more pressure, more depth. The control I pride myself on threatens to snap at the sounds she makes—little whimpers and gasps that tell me exactly how much she's enjoying this.

"God, this ass," I groan, burying my face between her cheeks one final time before standing.

I reach for the lube, flipping the cap open. The clear liquid drizzles down her crack and over both round cheeks. I use more than necessary, coating her liberally until her ass glistens in the low light. I want to see every inch of her shining, claimed by my touch.

My fingers spread the lube over her skin, massaging it into her cheeks, between them, circling her tight hole. I reach for the small clear plug, warming it in my palm for a moment before pressing it against her entrance.

"You ready?" I ask, rubbing the smooth glass tip across her tight hole, watching it contract and relax under my touch.

"Yes, please," she whispers, her voice thick with desire.

The power of those two simple words—the need in them—makes me harder than I've ever been. With one hand on her lower back to steady her, I prepare to guide her through her first step toward taking all of me.