Page 65 of Out of Control

“Stop talking and just do it already, Lucas.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” He reached down and undid his belt buckle.

“You like it when I boss you around.” Lowered his zipper.

“And you like it when I show you who’s the fucking boss in the bedroom.” Shoved his slacks down to the floor.

“Yes. I do.” Lowered his boxer briefs so his hard, thick cock sprang out.

“You do,” he repeated, sinking that thick cock into me, my pussy already so wet that he entered in one smooth movement until he was sheathed inside me. “You love me telling you what to do, how I want it?”

“I do,” I repeated while he slid in and out. My hands automatically tugged at the restraints, wanted to wrap my arms around him.

“No, baby, those hands stay right there. I’m in charge in this room.”

I moaned, nodding against his chest, but let my legs wrap around his waist.

“You’ll do what I say, Athena? You’ll be a good girl and give me what I want?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl,” he groaned, reaching forward to lift one of my legs over his shoulder. I gripped the chain holding my hands together, feeling myself clench at the deeper angle. He dropped his head down to kiss and nip at my breast, gently sucking one of the nipples into his mouth. “Such a good girl. Should I let you come as a reward?”

“Yes,” I moaned, arching my back, crying out as he switched to the other breast. “Please.”

One hand slid under my shoulders, supporting his weight at the elbow and holding me close in one go. The other hand reached between us, circling my clit. My first orgasm always came so easy with him, my body eager to let him have his way with me, to let him touch and feel me everywhere. But those gentle fingers were too soft to do the trick right away.

“Do you need more, Athena?” he asked, already knowing the answer. I nodded. “Use your words, baby.”

“Yes.”

He applied more pressure, thrust a little harder. “Like that?”

“Yes.”

“More?”

“Yes!”

“Close?”

“Yes!” His fingers left me for a couple seconds to fumble around in that drawer again, but came back, finally giving me the perfect pressure and speed, his thrusts urgent inside me as he chased his own release.

“You’ll do what I want, Athena? You’ll give me what I need?”

“Yes! Lucas, please!”

“You’ll marry me?”

My eyes jerked open as the orgasm hit, meeting his steady gaze as my hips jerked wildly, writhing and riding the waves.

“Yes! Yes, Lucas, yes yesyesyesyes!”

“That’s right, baby,” he soothed, continuing his circles, slowing down as the orgasm faded, fingers gentle again as I rode the last waves. “Good girl. You liked that?”

“Yes,” I told him, tugging at my bonds again. I wanted to hold his face in my hands.

“And you’ll do what I want? You’ll give me everything?”

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