I don’t want his restraint.
I want his passion, his wildness, his fire.
I look up at him, meeting his gaze as I swallow him deeper. His eyes darken, the guilt and regret replaced by hunger and need. He keeps me there, my mouth filled with him, until he’s on the edge, then he flips our positions. His weight pins me to themattress as his mouth claims mine, erasing any doubt about reciprocal desire.
“Brave girl, sucking my cock like that,” he growls against my throat. “Playing with fire.”
“Then teach me a lesson.” I arch into him, my breath hitching with anticipation.
His eyes darken, and a primal, feral hunger takes over. He searches for any sign of doubt or fear, but there is none.
I want this.
He sits back, his gaze roaming over my body, a primal hunger in his eyes. This is my fantasy coming to life, and now that he knows what I need and crave, he gives it to me.
“Turn over,” he commands, his voice rough with desire. “On your hands and knees.”
I comply without hesitation, presenting myself to him, offering him everything. He grips my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, his touch possessive, dominant. He presses one hand firmly between my shoulder blades, pushing me into the mattress, forcing me to arch my back.
“Stay,” he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument.
I comply, my body tense with anticipation, my breath coming in quick, shallow gasps, my body quivering with need, my back arching further, offering myself to him completely. He grips my hips with bruising force, his fingers digging into my flesh, marking me as his. He positions himself at my entrance, and with one forceful thrust, he enters me, filling me completely.
He sets a brutal pace, each stroke hard and deep. His hands grip my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh. He leans over me, one hand gripping my shoulder, the other tangling in my hair, pulling my head back and to the side, exposing my throat to his mouth, histeeth.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he growls, his body tense behind me.
I moan, my body stretching to accommodate him, my nerves alight with sensation. Each thrust sends a jolt of pleasure coursing through me, pushing me higher, driving me further into that realm of sensation where only he and I exist.
He releases my hair, his hand trailing down my spine, pressing between my shoulder blades, holding me against the mattress. It’s a power move, and I love it.
My body pulses with pleasure.
My heart pounds in my chest.
My mind retreats to the bliss of submission.
His words send a rush of heat through me, pushing me closer to the edge. His thrusts become harder, faster, more desperate. He leans over me, his body covering mine, his breath hot and ragged in my ear.
Pleasure explodes through me, a wave of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. I cry out, my body convulsing beneath him, my heart pounding in my chest. He continues to thrust, riding me through my orgasm, his release following closely behind. He comes with a roar, his body shaking with the force of it, his cock pulsing deep inside me.
We collapse onto the mattress, our bodies entwined, our hearts pounding in sync. He pulls me into his arms, holding me close, his touch gentle and tender. He presses a soft kiss to my lips, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
“You’re incredible,” he murmurs, his gaze full of wonder. “I’ve never met anyone like you.”
“I wish we could stay like this.”
“What do you mean?”
I meet his gaze steadily, letting him see the truth in my eyes.
I exhale slowly. “I’ve lived in fear for years. Submission became a prison instead of a choice. Steffan… He raped me. Over and over. And he let his chief of security do it too. Drake. Steffan watched. He approved and encouraged.”
Mason goes still. The air thickens around us.
“You’re saying—” His voice breaks with fury. “The motherfucker let his security chief touch you?”
“Touch me. Punish me… Rape me.” I don’t know why Mason gets to hear about all the ugly parts of my life. There’s just something about him that makes me feel safe. Like I can trust him with the worst of my life.
