“Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours.”
“Are you gonna let me stretch this greedy pussy and fuck it however I want?”
“Yes, please.Please.”
“Fuck yeah, you will. ’Cause you’re mine, Luna. All of you. Not for a fun night. Not as a motherfuckin’ hook-up. Now be a good girl and stay still so I can enjoy what’s mine.”
That was the only warning I got before the force of his thrusts increased and didn’t slow. He kept one hand on my ass and the other splayed between my shoulder blades, roughly pinning me in place.
His orders turned me on way more than I ever would’ve imagined. That he wanted me with that selfish greed—even as he was very clearly working to get me off—turned me on even more. But it was the way he handled me that did it. He knew I could handle it. He knew Iwantedto handle it.
“That’s it,” he encouraged when I couldn’t even attempt to hold in my pleasured moans. “You want to come?”
It didn’t matter if I wanted to or not. There was no stopping it. I still gave a frantic nod.
“Prove it. Beg.”
“Please. Please, baby.”
His palm cracked down on my ass cheek, and a sharp burn radiated across my flesh. “I want to hear you say my name when you beg. When you come. Just for the damn hell of it. I want you so fuckin’ aware of who you belong to, that my name is always on the tip of your tongue.”
“Rhys,” I corrected, his name growing to a moan when his hand connected with my upper thigh that time. “I need it so bad. I need you.”
“Not good enough.” He slowed to a leisurely pace. “Maybe I should keep using you for only my pleasure. ’Cause you’re mine to do what I want with. You were made to take whatever I give you.”
A tremor went through me, leaving goosebumps in its wake. If I was a true masochist, I might’ve kept my mouth shut because it was just that hot and filthy. But I couldn’t survive in the pleasure-pain limbo I was hovering in.
More than that, I wasn’t sure I could stop it even if I wanted to. Once he started moving, I was going to explode. If I did it without his permission, I knew I would be punished with another night of vibrator torture.
Or worse.
“I’ll do anything. Literally anything,” I rushed out in a desperate ramble. “Please, Rhys. I need to come so bad.”
“Then give it to me, Luna.”
My sex was already clenching around him when every molecule of my existence exploded. Lit with the fire of a million suns and a blinding pleasure that left me breathless.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
It was too much. Too intense. Too…everything.
But it wasn’t up to me.
“Play with your clit,” Rhys demanded.
“I… But?—”
“Either you do it, or I do.”
I knew without a doubt that if he did it, his touch would be just as ruthless as his thrusts.
I stretched an arm under me to do as he said, and the coil wound tighter.
Tighter.
Tighter.
