Page 117 of Dose

I sink deeper.

Her mouth falls open.

“Mine,” I say.

“Yours.”

I hold her gaze while I move. Slow at first, then harder when she lifts her hips to meet me. Every time the bed strikes the wall, her breath catches. Pleasure begins to pull her apart.

“Throat?” I ask.

“Hold. Don’t squeeze.”

My hand closes around her neck with no pressure on her airway. Presence, not restriction.

Her eyes darken.

“Not yet,” I tell her when her body tightens. I slow until frustration twists through her face. “Your pleasure is mine because you gave it to me. Ask.”

“Please, Daddy.”

The word goes through me like heat.

“Again.”

“Daddy, please let me come.”

I release her throat and put my fingers against her clit.

“Come for me.”

She breaks around me, crying out my name. I keep moving until the tremors begin to ease, then stop long enough to check her face.

“Color?”

“Green.” She catches my wrist and brings my fingers back between her legs. “Again.”

The second comes faster. The third takes longer.

I turn her onto her stomach only after she nods. When my palm settles against one cheek, I ask, “Do you want my hand?”

“Yes.”

The strike is sharp enough to sound, not hard enough to injure. Her body pushes back into mine.

“Mine?” I ask.

“Yours.”

I take her from behind, one hand working her clit while the other grips her hip. She comes with a sob that pulls the last of my control with it. I follow, her name breaking against her shoulder.

Then the shaking changes.

I pull away and turn her carefully.

Tears move silently over her face.

“Isla. Look at me.”