“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m not very good at dancing.”
Ambrose groaned. “You’re too fucking perfect. I need to be inside you. Now. I can’t wait anymore.”
“Yes, Master.” Her cheeks were pink, and her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
He plunged two fingers into her mouth, then growled as she sucked them, the feeling of it just as sexy as watching her mouth work around him. So many things he wanted. He thought about shoving her down and coaxing her into giving him a blowjob, but he couldn’t wait that long to get into her pussy.
He ground against her until she was jammed against the wall, then bit her neck. She yielded to him, making small, needy sounds that threatened to send his aggression into overdrive. Her mouth let go of his fingers, and he shoved her panties down out of his way and toggled her clit piercing, making her eyes roll back. She shifted, then kicked her panties off entirely, just as he yanked the nipple clamps off of her. She screamed, then trembled against him, as he leaned down and sucked her nipples, the pleading sounds she made feeding his adrenaline.
He straightened, and his hand found its way to her throat. Holding her in place, he waited until she met his gaze. “I’m putting a condom on now, and you’re going to stand there and wait like a good girl, aren’t you?”
Everly’s eyes were half-lidded, tame, waiting for his next command. He took a step back and grabbed a condom out of his pocket, trying to look suave and not fumble as he freed his aching cock from his pants and rolled the damn thing on. His heart hammered so hard his hands shook. He was at the end of his patience—he had to get his cock into her now, before he went completely mad.
When he’d fought the condom on, he grabbed her ass and lifted her, bracing her back against the wall. She squeaked and started to struggle.
“Put me down! I’m too—” Her words were cut off as the tip of his cock pressed against her entrance.
Ignoring the halfhearted protest, he drove his cock up into her tight wetness, groaning as her body spasmed around his intrusion. She shrieked in his ear as gravity did its work, helping him get all the way inside her sweet body.
“Oh God! Oh God, I can’t!” She clutched his shoulders, her eyes hazed and mouth open. She moaned long and low.
Ambrose got a better grip on her thighs and pulled his dick halfway out, then plunged back in, reveling in the feel of having her at his mercy, completely helpless.
He thrust into her like she was a ragdoll made for his lust—like he was going to fuck her through the wall. She recovered enough to brace her feet against his calves, and got a stronger grip on his shoulders, helping him move faster and harder. Her screams of pleasure were deafening, but it only spurred him on, loving every new mewl and squeak he won from her.
The tight, clutching heat of her cunt was addictive, and he fought the orgasm that was approaching, making his balls tight and his body ache for release. He kissed her again, trying to distract himself. Her fingernails clawed into his shoulders and she shrieked into his mouth, her pussy clamping down as she came all over his cock.
Unable to resist her, he let himself lose control, hammering into her as she struggled through another helpless orgasm, her muscles milking his dick until he spilled into her. For a moment his vision blurred and he was afraid he’d drop her, but she held to him, moaning and kissing his mouth, letting him take what he needed. All of it.
When he withdrew, he lowered her to the floor then threw her over his shoulder. She screeched but didn’t fight as he carried her off to his bed.
First, he’d cuddle her mercilessly. Then, he’d fuck her again.
Chapter Seven
He’d called her perfect.
Maybe it was because he was carrying her through the house, but Everly felt like she was floating. He’d called her perfect and she’d called him Master.
The Master part might have been premature, but in the moment, i
t fit. As long as he understood it wasn’t a permanent title. Just role-playing.
Right?
But, God, he was hot. The way he’d thrown her up against the wall, the desperate look in his eye, like he couldn’t wait another second to fuck her. Like she was the sexiest thing in the world.
Nobody had ever made her feel like that—made her feel like submitting so fully, made her feel simultaneously like a fuck toy and something beautiful to be treasured.
Something in her clicked—a deep longing satisfied. Ambrose could handle her. Even if she pushed and bratted more, he could take it. Probably with either a laugh or a stern look. Either way¸ it wouldn’t scare him away or exasperate him. The relief she felt in that shocked her. And for some reason, knowing he could handle the worst she could throw at him made her want to behave, to submit deeply to him.
Weird.
“Nonconsensual cuddling,” he announced as he entered a vast bedroom.
She arched a brow at him. “Hmm. He fucks good and cuddles?”
“It’s ‘fucks well.’”