I sucked in a tiny breath. Then I sank into the compliment like it was a pool of sunshine.
He rolled his hips, pulling back and pushing in with firm intention, but not urgency. The motions of an Alpha who knew what he wanted and how to get there. Catching my hands where they gripped the sheets, he wove our fingers together and kept them there, weight anchoring me so he could fuck me all the way to the hilt.
I just want to be held down so I have no choice but to enjoy it.
That’s what this was. Nowhere to go, no choice but to enjoy the feel of him. Bask in the glow of being someone’s sole focus. Perfume surged into the surrounding air, slick wetness growing between my legs and letting him enter me the fraction deeper that madeallthe difference.
A whine worked its way out of my throat. Desperate. Needy. I tried to move a little and couldn’t. Bastian’s hips locked me in place with every thrust, and his hands kept me where he wanted me. I arched into him again, wanting more of that contact and the feeling of delicious, perfect helplessness and safety he gave me.
That’s how simple it was. There was nothing ‘kinky’ about beingfucked first thing in the morning. Except for the fact that we both knew he had all the power. I could stop it if I wanted, and I didn’t want to. And it made us both that much more aroused.
The pleasant, decadent feeling caught fire inside me. Suddenly I was on the edge of coming, moaning into the pillow, wanting more moremoreof exactly what he was giving me. I couldn’t control my body as it tried to grab onto every sensation and couldn’t.
Bastian released a hand to plant his massive one in the middle of my back, pressing me down into the mattress as he kept the same maddening pace,harder.
The fire spun outward, ecstasy blurring all of my senses. The orgasm felt like it flipped me inside out and upside down, and Bastian still fucked me, his own sounds drowned out by the roaring pleasure in my head.
I felt his knot swell inside me, the rest of his weight lowered onto me slowly as we both came to stillness and caught our breath. His scent strengthened and surrounded me as much as he did. Slowly, he turned to the side and brought me with him, sliding an arm beneath me to keep me cradled to his chest. But I could turn enough to kiss him, and I did.
His purr rumbled steadily against me. Fuck, I would go back to sleep at this rate. “I need to take a month off to nap and let you fuck me.”
“None of us would complain about that.”
“Sadly, I think my boss would take issue with it.”
He laughed. “Quit.”
“No. I like my job. Most of the time.”
“Most?”
The way he spoke, with the rasp, made me remember what he said. I turned as much as I could to see him. “Can I ask what happened to your voice?”
A hand stroked down my side slowly, teasing over my hip and down between my legs. They slowly circled my clit, and I jerked. “Sensitive.”
“I know.”
“But—”
He kissed me suddenly. “If I want to make you come all over my knot, I will do it. I’ve seen your list, so let’s not pretend you’re not interested in being forced to orgasm.” Embarrassment heated my cheeks. I wasn’t truly embarrassed, and he wasn’t wrong, but this was going to take getting used to.
I wanted this, and I knew I wouldn’t regret it. But imagining a power exchange and the reality of it were two very different things. I breathed through the sensation and let the feeling of embarrassment go. And control.
Bastian was right. I’d given them permission for free use, and until I used my safe word, touching me was his right. That one finger circled my clit slowly to emphasize his point.
Swallowing, I looked at him. “Is this where I say ‘yes, sir’?”
He smiled. “If you want. I don’t need the honorific.”
“Why not?”
The knot inside me loosened, and we both groaned as he pulled out of me and turned me over so we were face to face. “Because.” He swallowed and winced. “As you just saw, I have no problem holding you down and fucking you. You calling me sir doesn’t affect that.”
“That shouldn’t be as hot as it is.”
He smirked, curled a hand around my neck, and kissed me slowly. Even his kiss had me melting in his arms. Curling his tongue around mine and dominating my mouth. A simple illustration that I didn’t have a choice in this either, and it was fucking working.
“My voice is from a fight,” he said when he finally pulled back. “An accident. One-in-a-million kind of thing. I—” he swallowed, wincing.