Page 55 of Hot Ghost Summer

Allowing my finger to solidify, I brush its plasma tip over his mouth—especially that healing cut on his bottom lip—and tiny bolts of electricity follow in my wake.

“This…” I begin. “Is the instrument of your ruin, Theo.”

He moans, and his tongue darts out involuntarily. It catches on my finger, warm and gentle.

“What do you want?”

I trail my finger over his chin, along the column of his neck, and down his sculpted chest. “That’s not for you to ask. Which brings us nicely to your lesson.”

I turn up the speed on the toy, and he squirms.

“I’m in charge. Always. But so far this week you’ve denied my authority at every turn. Now it’s time you learned what it’s like to be denied, don’t you think?”

“Oh my god,” he whispers, breathless.

“Not god, Theo.” I circle his navel with tiny electric charges, then flatten my palm over his lower abs and push down.

His hand retakes possession of his cock, stroking languidly from root to tip as he struggles to coordinate. He builds faster this time, just as I knew he would. He needs someone to make him yield.

“I’m gonna…”

I turn everything off, grab his wrists, and stretch over him to pin them to the bed above his head.

“Nooo,” he whines. “Ruined…” Tears build, and he scrunches his eyes shut.

I lean in close, manifesting my full body to press against him, and inhale the heat he emits. “I only ruin people who ask nicely.”

“Please,” he begs.

I brace my blunt teeth over the sharp edge of his jaw. He’s still mouthy. “No.”

He sobs this time, and I smile. Finally.

With him trapped beneath me, I turn the massager back on. Theo’s moan is caught midway to a scream because I went in on full volume.

His muscles tense, his body bows like taut string, and he tries to fight me off. He can’t; I make sure of that.

“You want me to stop?”

Chocolate-brown eyes, awash with fury and tears, lock onto mine. “Don’t you dare stop,” he spits through gritted teeth.

Oh, Baby.

I turn off the massager. “Excuse me?”

His chest rises and falls so hard that it bumps mine with every ragged breath, but he doesn’t answer.

I need to feel him, need that raw, unbridled energy with nothing between us. Theo’s almost perfect like this. He just needs another little nudge.

I rock forward, allowing my pelvis to nudge the toy further in, and slotting our hardened lengths together.

“Hollis,” he sobs.

The toy vibrates on a medium setting, and the tendons in Theo’s neck stand proud.

When I next rock forward, I dangle the zipper of my uniform into his mouth. “Take me out and keep the toy in. Use your teeth. Only.”

Theo shoots me a look. I mentally count: one, two, three…