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He watched her with a hungry, feral look, and he’d never seemed more like a wolf than he did in this moment.

“Show me,” he commanded, and she couldn’t disobey.

Didn’t want to.

She gathered her dress in her fist, pulling it up to just below her breasts. His gaze locked on her pussy.

Colette inched forward on her knees, but his cock was too long, the head bumping against her lower abdomen. Reaching down with her free hand, she angled his shaft back.

They both sucked in air as the head of his cock parted her slick folds, pressing right against her clit. She stroked herself with his cock, loving the feel of the soft, hot skin against wet, heated flesh.

Pleasure skittered through her, and she’d come quickly if she kept this up. She was primed and ready, her clit swollen with need, her pussy lips puffy.

Maybe she should come now. Maybe she should use him as a masturbation aid and then leave. She imagined it as she continued to work him against her clit, now shifting her hips in small circular motions in addition.

He’d be shocked at first. She’d smile and thank him as she climbed off the bed, leaving him tied up and unsatisfied, his dick wet from both their juices and rock hard.

She’d walk away, and then…

Colette closed her eyes, imagining him grabbing her, pushing her against the wall the way he’d done so many times before. Except this time, he’d pin her hands above her head, spread her legs, and thrust into her.

The mental image of a frustrated Landon fucking her against the wall was almost enough to push her over the edge.

“Tell me,” he commanded.

She opened her eyes, blinking several times.

“Tell me what you were thinking about that put that look on your face.” The low rumble of his voice seemed to shiver over her skin.

She breathed deep, relishing the anticipation of the moment. “Maybe someday.”

Landon opened his mouth to protest, but instead groaned as she slid the tip of his cock down the valley of her sex, notching it against her entrance.

Their gazes met, and there was so much they needed to say, but wouldn’t. Instead of talking to Landon, she’d talked to Andrei.

Instead of talking to Landon, she was going to fuck him.

Colette looked in to the warm darkness of his eyes and sank down onto his cock.

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She didn’t stop until he was deep inside her. Until her spanked ass rested on his legs, her inner thighs hugging his hips.

Colette took shallow breaths. He was so deep inside her, filling her so full, that it almost felt like there wasn’t room for her lungs to expand. Landon strained, the muscles in his arms and chest standing out. His powerful body restrained, but not by the straps, not really. It was her word, her request, that had him helpless on the bed.

All real BDSM players knew that the bottoms held all the real power in a scene. It was their choices, their trust, and their needs, that drove the interaction.

Right now, Colette felt powerful in a way she never had before.

“Ride my cock,” Landon growled.

She obeyed, but it did nothing to diminish this delicious feeling of power.

Rising up on her knees, she watched him watch her. She still held her dress bunched up under her breasts, making sure he could see her pussy. Could watch as she sank down, taking him into her body.

His girth stretched her open, pressing against her inner walls, while his length filled her deeper than any man had before.

“That’s right, be my good girl and fuck yourself on my cock.” His voice was a low purr now instead of a growl, the words sexy and forbidden.