I position myself so I can take her at my whim. Her eyes are open wide, imploring me. She really wants this…as much as I do. Should I be gentle and prolong the agony, or do I go for it?
I go for it. I need to possess her.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Miss Steele. Hard.”
One thrust and I’m inside her.
F. U. C. K.
She’s so fucking tight. She cries out.
Shit! I’ve hurt her. I want to move, to lose myself in her, and it takes all my restraint to stop. “You’re so tight. You okay?” I ask, my voice a hoarse, anxious whisper, and she nods, eyes wider. She’s like heaven on earth, so tight around me. And even though her hands are on my forearms, I don’t care. The darkness is slumbering, perhaps because I’ve wanted her for so long. I’ve never felt this desire, this…hunger before. It’s a new feeling, new and shiny. I want so much from her: her trust, her obedience, her submission. I want her to be mine, but right now…I’m hers.
“I’m going to move, baby.” My voice is strained as I ease back slowly. It’s such an extraordinary, exquisite feeling: her body cradling my cock. I push into her again and claim her, knowing no one has before. She whimpers.
I stop. “More?”
“Yes,” she breathes, after a moment.
This time I thrust into her more deeply.
“Again?” I plead, as sweat beads on my body.
Her trust in me—it’s suddenly overwhelming, and I start to move, really move. I want her to come. I will not stop until she comes. I want to own this woman, body and soul. I want her clenching around me.
Fuck—she starts meeting every thrust, matching my rhythm. See how well we fit together, Ana? I grasp her head, holding her in place while I claim her body and kiss her hard, claiming her mouth. She stiffens beneath me…fuck yes. Her orgasm is close.
“Come for me, Ana,” I demand, and she cries out as she’s consumed, tipping her head back, her mouth open, her eyes closed…and just the sight of her ecstasy is enough. I explode in her, losing all sense and reason, as I call out her name and come violently inside her.
When I open my eyes I’m panting, trying to catch my breath, and we’re forehead to forehead and she’s staring up at me.
Fuck. I’m undone.
I plant a swift kiss on her forehead and pull out of her and lie down beside her.
She winces as I withdraw, but other than that she looks okay.
“Did I hurt you?” I ask, and I tuck her hair behind her ear, because I don’t want to stop touching her.
Ana beams with incredulity. “You are asking me if you hurt me?”
And for a moment I don’t know why she’s grinning.
Oh. My playroom.
“The irony is not lost on me,” I mutter. Even now she confounds me. “Seriously, are you okay?”
She stretches out beside me, testing her body and teasing me with an amused but sated expression.
“You haven’t answered me,” I growl. I need to know if she found that enjoyable. All the evidence points to a “yes”—but I need to hear it from her. While I’m waiting for her reply I remove the condom. Lord, I hate these things. I discard it discreetly on the floor.
She peers up at me. “I’d like to do that again,” she says with a shy giggle.