“I’m close to coming again.”
“Good boy.” I ran my fingers through his dark locks, trembling with luxurious sensations that morphed into an endless climax.
Shuddering out the last of my release, I whispered huskily, “You’ve made your mistress very happy.”
“I need to switch,” he said sharply.
“Soon.”
“Now.” He gave a firm nod. “Please, Scarlet. I need to take control.”
Dragging my teeth over my bottom lip, I mulled over his request. “What do you have in mind?”
“Get down from there. It’s my turn to fuck you hard. Let me serve you from behind.”
A thrill raced up my spine. “Make it count.”
He took my glass and set in down, then wrapped his hands around my waist and lifted me off the sink to stand before him.
He spun me around and shoved me forward.
Ethan slapped my butt. “Brace yourself.”
“Careful.”
“If you suspect I’m giving you another reason to punish me later, you might be right.”
“Pleased to hear it.”
He slid into me, using my slickness to aid his furious pounding, his hands gripping my hips to garner control.
“Harder,” I demanded, shuddering. “I say when you get to come!”
With each thrust he proved we were perfect for each other, two wild souls that fit together, a perfection combination of air and fire.
“Mistress, I’m close.”
I let out a long purr.
“Don’t make me beg!”
My orgasm stole my breath away, but I sucked in enough air to say, “Come.”
Ethan shot his warmth inside me, yelling through his orgasm as he rammed his cock even deeper.
Eventually he grew still, his breaths short and sharp. Mine were ragged as I gasped his name.
He slid out and I turned to face him, already missing our intimate closeness.
Ethan stared into my eyes. “Now do I get to call you mine?”
I gave him a gentle smile. “The first day you entered my dungeon, I knew I would belong to you.”
His warm gaze held mine. “So did I.”