Page 97 of The Haunting Plot

He pauses, his face close to my spine as he spits onto my back. “If a single drop of this drips off your back, you don’t get to come.”

“Yes, Chief,” I say quickly, relieved to have something else to focus on, something to center me so I don’t give in to the orgasm on the brink of overtaking me.

Then the heat of his body is gone, and his hands dig into my hips again. I focus on his fingertips, imagine the blood vessels bursting under the pressure of his grip, the red and purple colors mixing under my skin as the bruises form, while his hips slap my ass with each thrust.

“Fuck, you feel good like this.” His hand snakes into my hair as he pushes my face down into the spine of my book. “So fucking obedient when you shut that smart little mouth and do what you’re told.”

“I’m gonna come,” I cry as I try to hold it back, but squeezing my thighs together only makes the pleasure more intense.

“Don’t you dare. That orgasm belongs to me. I get to decide when and where it happens.”

“Yes—” I push against his thighs that are caging me in, trying to widen my legs as he delivers several more hard thrusts.

“Oh shit. Raven, fuck.” He pulls out and scrambles off the bed, panting. “Holy shit, that was close.”

I ache without his touch, and I push my ass toward him again, silently pleading with him for more.

“Fuck, Ray, I need a minute. That was hot. Why was that so hot?” It sounds like he’s pacing as he works to control his breathing.

My thighs are sticky with my arousal, my nipple is still pulsing slightly, and my clit is so sensitive I worry if I move an inch I will combust.

“I was so close. I almost ruined our first time together by blowing my load too soon. But you’re so fucking hot like that, it’s hard to control myself. I need to come inside you. I need to hold you while I fuck you for the first time. I need to calm down, so I last more than three goddamn pumps.”

I smile at the way he’s rambling.

“Can you look at me? Can we pause the dom stuff? Sorry if I’m fucking this up. I just need to see your gorgeous eyes. The ones that own me. The ones that silence the chaos in my brain. I need to know you’re okay.”

He’s standing over me, and I lift my gaze to him, blinking rapidly in the soft light.

“There’s my beautiful girl.” He cups my cheeks and bends down to press a kiss against each of my eyelids. “Was that okay?”

“Perfect.”

His shoulders relax. “Can I still direct the scene?”

“Please do.”

“Get on your back and spread your legs. I want you to watch me sink into this perfect fucking cunt for the first time.”

I flip over, and he grabs my thigh as he manhandles me into the exact position he wants. It’s impossible to look away as he grips the base of his shaft and lines it up with my opening.

“I love how obedient you are right now.” He places the tip against me, and I shift my hips, trying to force him in. He tsks. “Don’t move.”

Still gripping his cock, he pulls back, tapping it against my clit several times as the breath whooshes out of me.

Whoosh-whoosh. Whoosh-whoosh.

“Watch how beautifully you take me.” He pushes in, just the tip.

“Please, Sawyer. Please. I need more of you.”

Slowly, he sinks in further. “Look at how you stretch for me. Your greedy little pussy is so eager to swallow me. Look at how she glistens for me.”

“I couldn’t look away if I tried.”

His responding grin makes something flutter in my core. “You like when I smile at you, huh?”

“How could you possibly know that?” Is it written on my face?