Page 119 of Freefall

A laugh bubbles out of her, lingering for a few seconds until she realizes I’m dead serious. She shouldn’t be shocked. She’s the one who gave me this idea when she was about to do it the night I watched Daisy for the first time.

She rolls her eyes, but does it anyway, standing up and placing one foot in front of the other like she’s walking on a tightrope. It’s like the parking lot all over again.

She pops a hip as she reaches the shelf of towels on the opposite wall. “Satisfied?”

I shake my head. “Come back to me.”

She starts to walk, but I stop her with a low hum.

“Uh-uh.” My gaze drops to the floor. “This time I want you on all fours.”

The brief hesitation on her face melts into determination as she drops to her knees, planting her palms flat against the hardwood. Seeing her like this is almost too much. My nails bite into my palms as I clench my fists. She looks up at me—eyes hooded, lashes fluttering softly as she waits for my next command.

“Now crawl,” I order.

She reaches out, as if she knew exactly what was coming, and puts one hand in front of her before bringing her knee forward. She repeats the process, looking up at me through dark lashes as she slowly crawls toward me.

When she finally reaches me, I haul her upright, turning her so her palms press flat against the wall. My hand slides up her thigh, eliciting a soft gasp from her lips. My fingers skate along her hips, teasing the waistband of her tights before pushing them all the way down. She shivers as the fabric pools around her ankles.

I take a moment to savor the view. She’s fucking beautiful like this. Desperate. Eager. Waiting to find out what I’ll do next.

I trail my hand over her ass before letting it drift lower. My thumb slides into her pussy, gathering the wetness before bringing it back up to her ass. Then I spread her cheeks, pressing my thumb to her puckered hole.

“Tell me,” I rasp. Her eyes flutter as she looks over her shoulder. “Has another man touched you here?”

She shakes her head, her breath catching as I circle the tight ring of muscle.

“Say it,” I demand.

“No man has touched me there.”

“Never?” I go still, waiting for her answer.

“No,” she whispers. “Never.”

“Good.” My thumb stills before I press in just enough to make her gasp again while holding her steady with my other hand. I pull it out, then push it back in again. “Because your ass is mine, Harper. Just like your pussy and your mouth.” All of you is what I want to say, but instead I whisper, “I’m going to train this tight little hole to take me one day.”

I’m almost all the way in now, spreading the rest of my fingers across her ass as I continue to stretch her.

“Tell me to stop, Harper. Tell me it’s too much.”

“No,” she grits out. “Please don’t stop.”

“Then stop fighting me. You need to breathe.”

She does as I say, inhaling and attempting to relax her body on the exhale.

“Does it hurt?”

She hesitates. “No.”

“Harper,” I warn. “If I can’t trust you to tell me when something is too much, this won’t fucking work.”

“Okay, okay. It hurts a little,” she admits. “But…it's the good kind of pain.”

I fist her hair, gently pulling back so I can speak directly in her ear. “Lie to me again, and I’ll turn your ass as red as your cheeks. Is that clear?”

She nods, and only then do I continue, watching every flicker of lust on her face as her body finally begins to relax enough to let me in.