Page 88 of The Sadist and the Brat

“You were better at this when you were tied up and clamped. It was probably the pain,” he mused. “It’s a great motivator.”

“Trust me, I’m inagonyright now.”

“Yes, but is it enough?”

“It really is.” She bit her lip, struggling to let go. She was so used to playing a role in these scenes that it was hard to drop the act and let herself justbe, but he wasn’t going to settle for less. “Please, Jack. Please fuck me hard enough to make me come.”

“Nice,” he murmured, the teasing light leaving his eyes as they bored into hers. “Give me more.”

“I need to come so badly,” she continued, letting all the frustration and need pour out in her voice, holding back the snark that she so often employed as a shield. “Even though my pussy hurts when you do, I need you to fuck me harder.”

The gleam in his eyes took on a glittering edge. “Are you telling me that so I’ll fuck you faster, just to make it hurt?”

“Yes, but it’s still true.” She swallowed hard and put every ounce of need into her next words. “Please, Boss. I need you.”

She’d meant to sayI need it,notI need you, but the words were out now, and she wouldn’t take them back even if she could. His eyes burned into hers, the dark brown almost black now, and a flush bloomed high on his cheekbones.

“Say it again,” he ground out, fingers digging into her butt.

She had to swallow twice to be able to talk. “I need you,” she whispered. “Please, Boss.”

The growl he let out made her flinch, then he spun her around. Her hands fell away from the small of her back, reaching for him instinctively before she caught herself. “I’m sorry,” she cried and tried to snatch them back.

“Above your head,” he ordered, and she lifted them up just as he laid her down on the bench. “Hold on.”

She barely had time to comply before he shoved her legs back and drove into her, jolting her entire body, then he was pounding into her hard and fast, just like she’d wanted.

It hurt, his pelvis slamming into her tender, bruised labia, but he’d angled himself so his pelvic bone dragged at her clit, pleasure building with every stroke, and the pain just didn’t matter.

She held on to the bench for dear life. Water streamed from the wall jets, hitting him in the side and sending up a fine spray that blurred her vision. His hair swung forward, wet and curling, to curtain his face. Water dripped from his beard onto her bouncing tits, and she stared, fascinated, as his lips peeled back into a snarl.

“Come, dammit,” he growled, hips hammering. “I want to feel it.”

She tried to spread her legs wider in response, only to bump up against the shower wall. He took the hint, shoving her knee higher and hooking his arm under it. It opened her up, letting him go deeper, but it still wasn’t quite enough. “Oh, God, I need…”

“What? What do you need?” He shook the hair out of his eyes, sending water raining down. “Tell me.”

“Pin me down,” she choked out, arching up into him. She needed his weight, the force of it wrapped around her, smothering her. “Hard.”

Understanding lit his dark gaze, and he shifted, rearing back. She started to protest, to tell him no, that was theoppositeof what she needed. Then he laid his forearm across the tops of her breasts and leaned into her, and oh, it wasglorious.

Pressure and heat and a deep, almost sublime feeling of helplessness rolled through her. She bucked against it, instinctively trying to throw off the thick bar of his arm, but he simply pressed down and kept pounding into her. Her head went light, her vision dim, and deep inside, she felt the first, tentative flutters of her orgasm.

“There you go,” he muttered. His face was set, his eyes fierce. “No, baby, don’t look away,” he ordered when her eyes began to slide shut. She forced them back open. “That’s it. Keep watching me, Sadie, look right at me when you come. I want to see it. I want to feel it. Come for me, you beautiful brat, come—”

She let out a choked cry, her body jerking under him as the orgasm hit, rolling through her like the tide, mowing down everything in its path. There was a roaring in her ears, like rushing water, and though she wanted to close her eyes to savor the tingle and the rush of it all, she kept them locked on his.

“Good girl.” His voice was like gravel, his hips grinding into hers, turning her clit into fire. “That’s a good fucking brat.”

Then he lowered his forehead to hers, and keeping his eyes open, came.

Two hours later, she snuggled into the pillows in Jack’s big bed with a sigh. “This was a good idea.”

Jack stretched beside her. “Are you talking about the scene, or dinner?”

“Both,” she decided and yawned. “But next time, we have to get two pieces of cake. You ate more than your half.”

“I’m bigger than you,” he pointed out. “I need more cake.”

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