She screamed out her pleasure as he pulled his mouth away from her clit and sank his teeth into her other thigh while he pulled his fingers free of her still convulsing pussy.
"Good girl," he breathed as he rose up on his knees and moved to the edge of the bed to undo her ankle cuffs. “I’m assuming you've learned to keep your legs spread like a good little sub," he asked as he returned to his place between her thighs and rested his cock at her opening.
"Please," she begged again. Her breath was ragged as he inched his hard cock inside her. The feel of her clenching around him nearly sent him over the edge.
When he pulled completely out of her again, she stuck her lip out in a pout and he leaned up to pinch a nipple. "On your hands and knees," he ordered. "I want to fuck you hard, kitten."
When she was in position, with her ass jutted out and brushing his throbbing cock, he pushed into her again, digging his fingers into her hips.
He eased in and out of her slowly a few times, driving them both mad with need.
"I thought you were going to fuck me, not pet me," she hissed after several languid strokes.
"I can do this all night," he lied. "I'm inclined to make you beg now."
He wouldn't, but she was going to remember just who controlled this.
She growled in frustration and he decided to put them both out of their misery. Reaching forward, he grasped her hair and pulled until her head was raised and she stared at his headboard.
He jerked his hips and slammed into her, yanking on her hair as he did.
She cried out as he repeated the motion.
"Is that better, kitten?" he bit out as he picked up speed and began fucking her earnestly.
She gave a frantic nod as he pummeled her slick wet cunt with his thick cock. "Scream for me, baby," he said, twisting the hank of hair he held in his hands.
Memories of encounters just like this flooded his mind as he pounded into her. Their heavy breathing was almost in sync as they both chased pleasure. "Come for me, Kitten. I want to feel you come undone on my cock."
Her fingers gripped and twisted his comforter as she backed into his harsh thrusts meeting him with the same force he used.
Soon they both exploded in orgasm, groans and screams filling the room as they rode the wave of bliss together.
He eased out of her and she collapsed away from him, her face buried in the mattress. He dropped onto his back next to her and rested his hand on the curve of her ass.
"God damn it. That was hot," she said a few minutes later when she raised her head. Her hair was damp and sticking to her face. The little bit of makeup she wore streaked down her cheeks, and his teeth marks and fingerprints marked her.
Hot was the understatement of the fucking year.
An hour later, they were cleaned up and Lance had ordered them dinner when she came to him, chewing on her lip.
"What is it, kitten?"
"I need to tell you something?"
He frowned. "That doesn't sound good. Tell me."
She dragged a hand through her still damp hair. "Last night when I was working so late, it wasn't just on the Solitaire data servers. I stumbled onto something and I should have come and woke you up right away, but I didn't and I'm sorry. Please don't hate me."
"Whoa, Riss. What happened? Tell me, love."
"I found a forum. Or rather I was directed to a forum by an anonymous user."
She sat on the arm of a chair in his living room. "It was basically a chatroom dedicated to hating and hacking you. I'm worried that's where your little pornado came from."
He whistled. "Yeah. That's definitely something you should have told me."
"Are you mad?" she asked, her big eyes glistening with unshed tears.
