Guiding him to my entrance, I sank down on his shaft. I moaned loudly, relishing the feel of being stretched full. The connection was bare. Skin to skin—as it should be.
Cristiano was breathing hard.
I gazed into the soulless black slants, meeting his gaze behind the material covering the eye sockets of the mask as I lifted my hips and drove down on him again.
“Is it killing you to not be the one in control?” I rasped.
His wicked chuckle was full of dark humor. “Oh, angel, if you think I’m not in control, you don’t know anything.”
This time, I hovered over him, teasing his crown as I flexed my hips up and down.
“I can feel how greedy your tight little pussy is for me,” he growled. “How badly you need to come. I can see your muscles straining as you hold back, thinking you’re going to win this game.”
The warning in his voice only made me hotter.
I dropped, burying him deep inside me. Rocking back and forth, I clenched my jaw to keep the pulsing bursts of pleasure at bay.
Cristiano flexed his hips, thrusting deep inside me. I fell forward on his chest. The mask brushed against my cheek. “You’re so tight. So wet. And Ifeeleverything.”
I knew what I was doing, putting him inside me bare. “You said you wanted to fill me up.”
“I do,” he rasped. “Now. Fuck. My. Cock.”
I slid back, my swollen clit rubbing against his pelvis.
“Put your weight on me and fucking ride,” he urged, yanking on the bindings hard enough to make the cabinet base of the island groan.
I did.
I flexed my hips in time with his thrusts. My pants turned into garbled sounds of pleasure as I ground against him.
“Look at you riding my cock,” he said in a throaty voice, muffled by the mask. “Look at your hips, moving so greedily. You never stood a chance of being on the nice list. My angel is such a bad girl, fucking herself on my dick.”
I whimpered.
“You wanted me to beg?” His voice was dominant, full of control. “You gave me a safe word? Well, look who’s begging now?”
My eyes rolled into the back of my head, pleasure coursing through me. I should have known better. Everything about tonight was me being in control. And yet this beast opened his mouth, and I melted at the filthy things he said. But this wasn’t over. I wasn’t done. With more strength than I knew I had, I pushed back. My nails scored over his shoulders, down the plane of his cut stomach.
“I haven’t finished with you yet, monster,” I gasped, reaching over for the candle. “Last chance. Say the magic word.”
Cristiano’s hard breathing was the only sound filling the silence.
I lifted my hips, sliding all but the tip out. My insides wept in protest, but I didn’t sink back down until a bead of wax fell on his chest.
“Again,” the monster snarled.
I rose above him and sank down, tipping more wax on his skin.
His body shuddered under mine. “More, Nicky.”
This time, I leaned forward and let the hot liquid trail along my chest before it fell on his. The bite of pain melded with the sweet bliss of pleasure.
“Fuck, angel.” His voice was a prayer. “Touch that aching pussy. That’s it. Just like that.”
I rose above him, rubbing my fingers against my clit, and sank down as I tipped more wax on us both.
The candle dropped beside us. I was done. Broken. Unable to compete with this monster. I ground my hips against him, meeting his desperate thrusts.
