“I’m not hurting you. I’m taking you. Give yourself to me.”
My heart tripped out of rhythm as he leaned over me, filling me with his pumping cock, my hands totally useless as he held them over my head.
“Let go of my hands.”
“I don’t want to. I like pinning you down, same as you like having control.”
My pussy tightened, and I didn’t know why. This wasn’t right. He wasn’t supposed to restrain me.
“Noah, I’m not kidding. Let go.”
His hips slowed. “What if I promised—”
“I don’t want your promise. I want you to let go.” My hands were suddenly free.
He withdrew and rolled onto his back. “There.”
I frowned at him. “What are you doing?”
“You want control? Take it.”
My eyes narrowed. Was this some sort of trick? I watched him, once again not trusting his motives.
But we couldn’t stop now. I wanted to fuck him. My way.
Straddling his hips, I rose above his body and fit him against my slit. “Don’t grab my hands again.”
“One day, you’ll beg me to hold you like that.”
My jaw locked, and I sank onto him. “Not today.” Never.
My clit rubbed along his pelvis bone as I rode fast and hard.
His head tipped back in the pillows, his eyes shut, mouth tight. I frowned when I noticed his arms braced above his head as if tied there. Did he think his submission would upset me? Yeah, right.
So why was this less exciting than it had been a minute ago? “Look at me.”
His eyes flashed open, his expression blank as pools of blue watched me rock over him. His body stretched beneath mine, his ribs pressing against his skin as he breathed fast, but made no show of enjoyment otherwise. He wore a mask of indifference, and I hated it.
“Stop looking at me like that.”
He shut his eyes.
Damn it. What was he doing? Why wasn’t this getting me off? I climbed off of him and stood, circling in place, unsure how to make this better.
“Get up.”
He stood, and my mind blanked. I needed him to do as I asked and do more than just lie there.
“Fuck me against the wall.” I faced the wall and braced my hands against the surface, angling my ass out and bending my body at a sharp angle.
His thighs brushed mine, but he didn’t touch me with his hands. His cock nudged my entrance, and then he was in, fucking at such a sedate pace it was a wonder he stayed hard.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“You tell me! You’re the one calling the shots.”
“Fuck me like you mean it!”
His hands clapped onto my hips, and he plunged deep. My head yanked back as he fisted my hair, my throat stretched at a vulnerable angle as his breath was suddenly at my ear. “Like this, Mistress?”
I sucked in a breath as my arousal slid down the length of his cock, his palm flattening on my belly and holding me to him. He sank deeper.
He was mocking me, giving me what I wanted but making sure it was on his terms. I grunted and tried to shift my hips away, but his hand groped my breast, squeezing hard and forcing me to stay put.
“My turn, Avery. Stay still.”
I sucked in a breath as he thrust hard and fast, giving me no time to adjust or think. My head fell forward as he released my hair, but then his hand closed around the front of my throat, drawing me back to his chest and pressing my front into the wall.
“Tell me to fuck off, and I’ll stop.” He shoved his dick as deep as it could fit and I gasped. “Say no, and I’ll listen. Tell me to get off, and your wish is my command. Or just enjoy it for once.”
He bit my shoulder, and I whimpered, my fingers holding his as they wrapped around my neck. I could breathe fine. He wasn’t cutting off my air, but he was holding me in such a vulnerable position.
I couldn’t slow my heart from racing out of control. His other hand pressed against my lower abdomen, his splayed fingers seeking my clit.
“Spread your fucking legs.”
My feet stepped wide, balancing precariously on my toes, and I started at my compliance. It was as if I moved out of panic, but I wasn’t scared. Not really. Not of anything he could do to me physically. But I was terrified of the things he was doing to me on the inside.
He rubbed my pussy, his dick pistoning in rapid strokes and I was suddenly screaming as my body clamped around his, pulsing until my legs gave out. His arm banded around my midsection, lifting me to my toes as he pinned me to the wall and continued to fuck me harder than I’d ever been fucked.
My body was thrumming with pleasure, replete, and satisfied, but he wasn’t done, and it became perfectly clear that he wasn’t going to stop until he was good and satisfied.
He suddenly withdrew, and I whimpered. I groaned as he hauled me from the wall and tossed me on the bed. He gripped his cock, guiding it back inside of me, his hands holding my legs wide.
Outside, he’d been an angel in the snow, but here he was the devil in the dark. How could one man possess so many different sides?
Why was I letting him do this to me, fuck me like I belonged to him, like he owned me? I should be fighting him.
I lifted a hand to scratch his chest, and he caught my wrist before I even made contact, squeezing in warning, and pinning it to the bed. My legs bent back as he leaned forward, folding me against the mattress as his rapid thrusts slowed. The room quieted, as we held each other’s stare and panted.
“Do you want me to stop, Avery?”
Maybe it was because I didn’t want him to think I was weak. Or maybe it was because I wanted to be nothing in that moment but the source of his pleasure. I didn’t know why, but not knowing made me want to scream.
Swallowing tightly, I glared into his eyes, accepting his challenge, and rasped, “If you can’t go on...”
He slammed his hips forward, the blunt intrusion shutting me up and exemplifying his strength over me. Maybe it was because I wanted to see how far he’d go. How much it would take for him to actually break me, but the pain only added to my pleasure.
He fucked me for days, years, and centuries. Time didn’t exist where we were, because the way he fucked me, it ensured the only thing that existed in my thoughts was him. And the longer he controlled the moment, the lighter my burdens weighed, shrinking into nothingness. Just Noah. Only Noah. Noah.
He was my god and master, my lord and savior. My only one, my everything. I didn’t know how he did it or if it was even real, but nothing inside of me had the nerve or the will to tell him to stop. And in a twisted way, I envied him because he so easily consumed all the power I wished belonged to me.
When he pulled out, he ripped the condom off and crawled over my fatigued body. His hand cupped the back of my neck, lifting my head off the pillows.
“Open your mouth.”
My mouth parted like a puppet, as if he held every string. He pressed his cock deep into my mouth, and my eyes watered. His grip on my neck tightened, and he smiled.
“Look at those full lips wrapped around my cock. No getting out of it this time. I wish you could see how beautiful you are right now.”
My shoulders tensed as he pressed deeper. He slowly wiped a tear from the corner of my eye, pulling back ever so slightly and angling in again. The crown of his cock pressed against the back of my throat and I moaned, the sound garbled and semi-panicked.