Page 117 of Bonds of Shame, Bonds of Lust

I reached down and took his cock in my hand.

Maybe I wasn't being a good girl. Maybe I wasn't. I didn't care.

"I don't care, Derek. I don't care. I want you inside me." My voice broke on it. "Please."

He pushed me down onto the bed.

He pushed my legs open, hard, and came down over me and took my wrists, both of them, out at my sides, pinned under his hands into the mattress.

He pushed my legs up. I felt him against my clit, grinding, hard enough to hurt.

"Please, Derek," I gasped. "Please."

"No." Even. Relaxed, even now. "You wait."

He put his mouth on my throat, and bit down where my neck met my shoulder, enough to hurt, and let go. Then I felt him shift, felt the head of him against me, right where I was aching and empty.

"Beg me for it."

"Please, Derek, please—" It poured out of me. "Please fuck me. Please—"

"Louder."

"Please fuck me!" I yelled it, loud, letting myself hear it, the words I'd been raised never to say, out of my own mouth, at the top of my voice, and God, I loved how they sounded.

And he drove in, all at once, no mercy in it, stretching me open too fast and too deep, and it hurt and I didn't want it not to. My back arched up off the bed toward him. I'd never wanted anything the way I wanted that.

Slow strokes and I clenched around him almost instantly, right there, right on the edge. "Yes," I whispered. "Yes—"

He pulled out.

"Please don't— please don't stop—"

"Look at me."

I opened my eyes.

"Making you suffer for it," he said, "is part of what I want." And the thrill of that went through me worse than his hands had.

Then he was back inside, hard.

"Tell me when you're close."

I didn't want to. I knew what it meant, that he'd stop the second I said it. And I knew I'd tell him anyway, because I'd do anything he asked by now.

"Close—" the minute I felt it. And he stopped. Held still, deep, right at the edge and not letting me over, and I almost cried.

"Please don't stop. Please. I want this so much."

"You have to know," he said, even, certain, "deep down."

He did it again. And again. Took me to the edge and held me off it, until the tears came for real, until I was past anything I'd have called myself an hour ago.

"Please, Derek. Please let me come."

"You want to come for me?"

"Yes. I want to come for you. I want to do whatever you want."