Page 18 of For the Sub

“Yes, Sir. I’m ready for you.” Her hair flowed everywhere, acting like a blindfold. “Crawling out of my skin, wanting you to hurry, if I’m honest.”

He pressed his cockhead to her entrance.

She struggled against the impulse to surge backward and take more of him.

Most of the time, she had infinite amounts of patience. But the confident way that he handled her, aroused her, made her eager for more.

“Arch your back slightly.”

With grace—a result of ten years of ballet lessons—she wriggled around, rising on her toes to accept even more of him.

“Nice,” he said. “Now remain still.”

“Yes, Sir.”

With his powerful hands, he held her butt cheeks apart.

“Fuck me, Sir,” she pleaded.

“Do you try to hurry all your Doms along, Brandy?”

“No, Sir.” A fevered blush stained her cheeks. “I’m sorry if it comes across that way. It’s not that I’m trying to rush you. I just…” She trailed off as he stroked in even deeper. Oh, God. He was so large, filling her completely.

“Just?” he prompted.

“Truthfully, Sir? When I saw your cock, I wanted it in me.” Her confession was a breathless whisper.

“You know how to get your way.” He thrust inside her.

“So good, Sir. So, so good. More.”

“Bossy sub.” He moved his hands to brace against her hip bones.

It took all her skills to remain in place when she ached to stand and lean back into him. Instead, she splayed her fingers and concentrated on letting him lead.

He rode her hard, like she wanted, filling her, stretching her with his thick cock. She whimpered and cried as her breasts swayed and hair tumbled in wild disarray.

Over and over, he surged into her, bringing her to the knife-edge of need. “Please, Sir,” she begged.

“Come anytime.”

He held her hips imprisoned, and it only took a few more thrusts for him to turn her inside out.

Crying his name, she demanded all he had to give.

Several seconds later, she came, fracturing into a thousand pieces.

“Perfect pet.”

But he wasn’t finished.

Somehow he managed to change the angle which sent a second orgasm careening through her.

Her legs trembled as sobs wracked her body, and her hands slipped.

She would have lost her balance, but he was there, supporting her, holding her with one hand on her shoulder, the other around her waist.

“I’ve got you,” he promised.

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