Page 80 of Dark Horse

“You don’t let me do anything. I tell you what to do, and you listen.” He practically growls the words, and the sound of his gravelly voice is like fire down my spine. I’ve hit a nerve with my attempt to bargain, and his fingers dig into myflesh as he turns me around to face the mirror. “Do you understand?” he asks me, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror.

I nod, nibbling my lip nervously as I take the sight of us in.

“What’s your safe word?” He kisses my neck and shifts my hair forward. Drops of water bead off the ends of my hair and run down over my nipple, making it peak under the cold.

“My safe word?” I ask, the question clear in my tone. It’s hard to imagine the protective man I usually know pushing my limits.

“You’ve got me worked up and greedy to hear you beg. It’s not a good combination for you.”

“Avarice.”

He frowns.

“That’s my safe word.”

“Interesting choice.”

“Just making sure you have to think about me every time you see it.” I grin at him in the mirror, and he nips at my neck.

“Always trying to find a way to manage me.”

“It’s worked well for me so far, hasn’t it?” I sass him again, and this time, his hand slips around the side of my throat as he kisses his way down the other side and over my shoulder. I rock back against him, rubbing my ass over his dick through the cotton of his boxers. His hand coasts over my hip, and he grabs my ass cheek, squeezing a handful as he watches me in the mirror.

“We’ll see if you’re saying that in a few minutes,” he threatens, taking the bendable vibrator from the table and turning it on. He hands it to me.

“Show me how you fuck yourself with it,” he instructs.

I take it from him and let the head of it brush over my clit. “You don’t want to fuck me like this? I’m already nice and wet from thinking about you fucking me in the shower.”

His hand runs down over my forearm, and he puts his palmover my knuckles, guiding me and the toy downward and then pushing it slowly inside. I close my eyes as the mild vibration starts bringing my nerve endings back to life from the abrupt ending he gave them a few minutes ago. He uses the pads of his fingers to press the other end of the vibrator against my clit, bending it close so that it gives a soft vibration to my piercing.

“Fuck me,” I curse.

“You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen, Hellfire. When I close my eyes and dream of all the perfect things I could ask for… it’s you. These perfect hips. These full tits. This ass that’s so sweetly shaped. A perfect fucking handful.” His fingertips trace all the parts of my body, and he squeezes my other cheek for good measure. Then his hand slips up between them, a finger teasing my entrance. “You like being full, don’t you? All these toys for it.”

“Yes, sometimes.” I rock the toy in and out to give myself a taste of what I need—what I really want from him. “Sometimes, it feels better that way. I can pretend to be Charlotte.” I smirk, knowing damn well he’s going to wipe it off my face, but I can’t stop myself.

He reaches down and grabs my wrist, stopping the motion and pulling the toy out of me slowly. He sets it back on the counter, a low guttural sound releasing from his throat when he sees how wet it is already.

“You better not be imagining you’re anyone but you right now in this moment. Because you’re gonna want to remember everything I do to you.” He picks up the first anal vibrator he pulled out of the drawer. It’s a rainbow metallic color with a little heart-shaped jewel at the flared base. He douses it in lube and puts some on his fingers. He slips them back between my cheeks, massaging me gently with it, taking his time teasing me before he starts to slowly push the toy in.

“Hmm…” I make a soft humming noise, breathing out as he slips it in.

“Fuck. Look how pretty you look with that. I don’t think there’s a single part of you that isn’t gorgeous,” he comments as he reaches for the vibrator I’d been using.

He reaches around and presses it against my clit, turning it on to a low setting that has me running my teeth over my lower lip. My hips rock back of their own volition, searching for his cock.

“All I need now is you inside me.” I lift my lashes to meet his eyes. “You could fill me all the way up, Daddy.”

“Trust me, when I finally fuck you, you’ll be so full of me, I’ll be leaking out of you for days.”

“Do it. I want you so bad I can barely stand it anymore.”

“It’s not that easy.” He kisses his way over my shoulder and across to the other shoulder, all the while teasing my clit and then taking it away again. Over and over until I feel like I might scream.

“It is that easy. You just pull these down.” I reach back and slip my fingertips under his waistband. I’m desperate for a glimpse of his cock. He looks big, feels big. I just want to stop guessing and know for a fact that he’s been the one I’ve always needed. I tug slowly, and he lets me, his eyes following the movement in the mirror.

The head of his cock strains against the elastic for a moment and then finally slips free of it. And fuck if it isn’t perfect. I let out a soft cry of approval, and his brow arches up at me.

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