The Chase

“Who do you kneel for?” He aligned his crest with her slick, wet opening.

“You, Sir,” she panted, gripping the showerhead tightly.

“Who fucks you?” he demanded as he gripped her hips and surged inside her welcoming heat.

As he set a blistering pace, she tried to claw the tile in an attempt to hold on for dear life. “You, Sir.”

“Yes. And there’s not a fucking thing you can do about it.”

“Please, Sir…”

“Please what?”

“Show mercy,” she wailed.

“You haven’t earned any. Who makes you come?”

Before she could answer, he cupped her mound possessively, dragging his fingers over her hard clit. She tossed her head back with a silent scream. Her body tensed. Her cunt tightened.

She wasn’t going to last. Great. Neither was he.

“Answer me. Who makes you come?”

“You,” she keened out. “Sir.”

“That’s right.” He flicked his thumb over her clit again. “Show me, my pretty little servant. Show me now.”

A cry stuck in her throat as she bucked, gripping the showerhead with white knuckles, before she froze. Then a guttural scream tore from her as she pulsed on his cock, milking him with strangling pulls of her pussy. Still, he kept at her, plowing harder, deeper, wrenching every last bit of sensation from her he could.

His own climax hit an instant later, jetting lava through his veins. Bone-deep pleasure spiraled through every part of his body. With a savage roar, he emptied himself inside the condom, spilling even more of his soul into her.

With heaving breaths and a gradually slowing heart rate, Seth fell back into his body. Right now, it was a good, very satisfied place to be.

He wrapped an arm around one of the most precious gifts life had given him and pressed a kiss to her crown. “Feel okay, angel?”

“Better than okay.” She sounded breathless, giddy, and a little punch-drunk.

That made him smile. “Me, too. Thanks for playing with me.”

“Oh, it was my pleasure, Sir.”

Reluctantly, he withdrew from her body, unbound her, then pressed a kiss to her soft lips. She curled her arms around his neck and clung, seemingly happy to bask in their embrace.

“I’m glad to hear that. I did it for one very important reason. Well, two,” he corrected. “I won’t lie. I enjoy the hell out of it.”

“I can see why and you’re very good at it. You must play all the time…”

Answering her implied question sent him down a road fraught with landmines. He sidestepped it. “But more importantly, I wanted to play that particular game as an experiment.”

“Did you come to any conclusions?” She was almost too busy pressing kisses to his face to listen.

“I did. First of all, you’re a very naughty girl. And I love it.” He winked. “But you also seemed far more at ease and in the moment when I provided structure to your day. After the grocery store, while you were looking for something to do, you seemed wound up and unhappy.”

“That obvious?” She winced. “Sorry. I’m not good at sitting around idly. And having nothing to do makes me anxious. I don’t want to step on Beck’s toes and take over his house—”

“We all live here.”

“For now.”