When I'm with You (Because You Are Mine 2)

Oh yes. She was made to ride free . . . but she was also made to submit to this man. This man.

She heard Lucien’s blistering curse a moment later as she shuddered in orgasm. She howled in protest when he jerked his cock out of her body.

“Irrepressible,” he muttered thickly as he pulled the butt plug out of her and she yelped at the interruption of her orgasm. She squeaked in surprise when he landed the crop several times on her ass and thighs. “I didn’t give you permission to come,” he said starkly.

“I couldn’t help it,” she moaned as he continued to swat her bottom and upper thighs, making her skin sting and smart.

He tossed the crop onto the bed. Her eyes widened when she felt him spread back her ass cheeks and present his lubricated, hard-as-steel cock to her ass a moment later. “How would you feel if I was continually telling you I couldn’t control it, that I couldn’t help myself?” he asked her darkly.

“I . . . I wouldn’t mind,” she replied defiantly. “I could take it.”

He pushed his cock into her ass and she squealed.

“You’re such a little fool if you think that,” he said before he firmed his hold on her hips and slowly penetrated her.

* * *

It was the purest, most distilled version of sexual torture he could ever imagine, let alone endure. Her ass was on fire, magnifying the burn in his blood and brain and balls, making him feel like he’d melt like candle wax from unadulterated lust.

It was difficult going. Even with all the preparation he’d given her, her ass resisted him. He spanked her bottom gently, but his tone was rough with arousal.

“Push back on me. It will help,” he demanded.

She did it, and of course, being Elise, she didn’t do it halfway. She plunged her bottom backward, making both of them groan in agony. Lucien knew enough, however, to recognize that her moan was not of the sexual variety.

“Are you all right?” he grated out. Holding still with half his cock submerged in her clamping channel was like telling himself not to draw air with deflated lungs.

“Yes,” he heard her moan. “It hurt for a moment, but no more.”

“Stay still this time, then.”

He slowly began to pump back and forth a scarce inch in and out of her while she moaned. When she began to bob her ass against him, he swatted her ass.

“Stay still, you little minx.” He reached around her and found her clit, rubbing the slick flesh strenuously. With his other hand, he kept her hip immobile and pushed his cock farther into her.

“Ohhh,” she cried out, sounding aghast. This time, Lucien could tell she experienced excitement, not pain. He growled savagely as he entered her to the hilt and his balls pressed tight against her buttocks. He rubbed her clit hard and felt her buckle. Catching her weight, he stood there holding her against him, his cock buried in her ass while she shuddered in orgasm.

She was going to kill him. No doubt about it.

When he could endure no more, he tightened the reins on her leather corset and spread his hand over a hip. “You have had your pleasure many times over. I will have mine now. Take me for a ride, little filly.”

He began to fuck her, using his hold on the reins and on her ass to control her completely.

“That’s right. Now you are submitting to me, aren’t you? And it feels so good,” he muttered through a snarl as he pounded into her.

Even though he mastered the movements, she still took him for the ride of a lifetime. She bounced her ass in perfect rhythm to his demanding strokes, her sharp cries of excitement every time his pelvis and balls slapped against her ass mounting his lust until he finally could take no more. He lifted her lower body, utterly controlling her, serving her to his cock again and again, ruthless in his possession. She shouted, but he couldn’t tell if her cry was from arousal, surprise, or discomfort. He was too busy peaking over the crest into nirvana.

He dove into it.

A roar erupted from his throat. He began to ejaculate deep inside her, howling as the sharp talons of pleasure ripped through him mercilessly.

Pain brought him back to himself. His biceps had locked in a rigid flexed position as he held Elise to him and climaxed. He hissed in discomfort as he released her, carefully setting her feet back down on the shoe-polish box. He remained bent over her for a moment, panting, trying desperately to get control of himself.

He was surprised that orgasm hadn’t ripped his head clean off him it had been so powerful.

“Are you all right?” he asked her. Yes, he’d told her he would take his pleasure of her and that she must accept it, but he hadn’t really planned on his need growing to the cataclysmic level that it had.

“Yes,” she murmured. She sounded okay—worn out . . . satiated. Had she come again, there at the end? He’d been too tied up in the twist of his own pleasure to tell. She moaned shakily when he withdrew his cock. He quickly unzipped the corset and encouraged her to stand. He took her weight, lifting her off the shoe-polish box and brushing his mouth against hers, his kiss every bit as tender as his earlier possession had been demanding. She trembled in his arms, feeling so warm, so feminine. It stunned him, that he could want to cherish her so much, soothe her, and yet still desired her to the point of near savagery.

He carried her to the bathroom where he set her down and removed her bracelets. She flipped off her heels.

Then he turned on the shower and pulled her in next to him. He gently washed her, as if he thought he could clean away the residue of his blazing, raw hunger, all along knowing it was a helpless cause. He would want her again soon enough, and all he could do—all he could ever do—was tame the savagery, regulate the taint inside him as best he could.