I arched to him, sighing, “All good here.”

As he began to thrust, I clutched the bedspread on both sides of my head. I saw his gaze flick from my hands, to my eyes, then back to my hands. When I stretched my arms over my head and crossed my wrists, his lids went heavy, and I felt his shaft pulse inside me.

“Don’t hold back, Sevastyan.”

“Not holding back.”

“Don’t you want to pin me down? Stop giving me pleasure at the expense of your own!”

He cast me a look like I was insane. “You think this isn’t pleasurable for me? It’s everything I can do not to come!”

“Then pin me down hard—because I need it.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking,” he said, bending down to kiss me, tonguing me with my own taste. He brushed my ni**les over and over, then trailed his hand to my mons. His thumb worked my clit until I was moaning into his mouth.

When he finally broke away to drag in a breath, my head lolled, my gaze on the TV screen. I watched him from above, savoring the view of his powerful body as it toiled to sate mine. His back was lathered with sweat, the rigid muscles of his ass flexing as he plunged between my thighs. I could see his shaft disappearing into my pu**y, his heavy testicles drawing taut.

As his chest rubbed over my ni**les, even more moisture seeped down my cleft. He gripped the curves of my ass with both hands. His spread fingers encompassed the entire width of my ass, holding me steady for his taking.

Just as I wondered if he could feel all the slickness up and down my crevice, he grated, “So wet. My woman needed to be f**ked, no?” I’d learned he tended to talk in the throes, and loved it when I talked back.

“I’ve needed it since this morning in the car. I kept imagining what you would do if I leaned over and started sucking you off.”

His fingers dug in deeper, his middle one perilously close to my rim. But it felt good. How easy it would be to use my wetness to breach me with that finger. He squeezed even harder, spreading me, inching closer.

When I imagined him gently probing my ass while his c**k pillaged my pu**y, I wriggled to get his fingers there.

“Stop, pet. You’ll give me ideas.”

Anal play had always looked hot in the  p**n  I’d watched. Just thinking about him readying me . . . “I told you I’d try just about anything once.”

He hissed, “You want me to f**k your ass?”

When he said it like that? With such lust? “Okay!”

“That’s not for you, beautiful girl. I’d hurt you.”

Before I’d been a dirty girl. Or a greedy one. Now this tenderness was about to drive me insane.

I was sick of this! Frustration removed any remnants of a filter that had never existed in the first place. “I’ll just imagine it then, fantasize about you forcing me to bend over the bed . . . spreading my legs and making me raise my ass so you can lube it up for your use.”

“Unh!” His hips shot forward, his body bucking even harder.

His ungoverned response shocked me. God, how badly he needed to do these things to me—how badly I needed him to! I’d already planned to wear him down. How far was I willing to go?

In a throaty voice, I said, “My arms would be tied behind my back, my mouth gagged. You’d order me to be still, commanding me to relax.” The more I talked, the easier the words came. “You’d penetrate my ass with one finger, opening me up with another.”

“Goddamn, woman!” Another harsh thrust. My words were sending him over the edge—and myself as well. Was this fighter finally on the ropes?

“Then you’d slather lube over your throbbing cock, all over that thick head, giving me no choice but to accept it.”

His breaths were heaving, his hips rocking. “You’d be so f**king tight around me, so hot.”

Loving his response, I said, “I’d be nervous, might try to twist away—”

“Then I’d whip those perfect curves until you submitted to me. Because nothing would stop me from burying my c**k balls-deep between them.”

I moaned, so close to coming but never wanting this to end. “You’d start to move inside me . . . I’d go mindless . . . because it’s you, possessing me completely.”

“Your pretty screams would be muffled by that gag.”

“Oh, God, oh, God.” His sweat-slicked hips rubbed my inner thighs, the hair on his legs abrading my calves, adding to all the sensations.

I was panting, hovering on the edge when he said, “I’d pump my hot cum into you, flood you with it . . . never let you forget who you belong to—”

I exploded, arching off the bed. Grinding my br**sts against him, I keened with ecstasy, clenching around him.

I was still coming when his back bowed, his chest rising above me. The muscles in his straightened arms were bowstring-taut. Tendons strained in his neck as he continued to pound those hips. The power in his body was awing, the power he held in check for me.

When he ejaculated, he yelled, “Natalya!” His thick c**k pulsated as it shot his cum inside me, coating me, filling me up.

Never letting me forget who I belong to.

He collapsed atop me, his body quaking with after-shudders—while I was reset once more.

I was barely capable of moving, of thinking. So I trailed my nails up and down his damp back as he ran his lips along my neck.

I didn’t know how long we lay like this. Once I could process thought again, I reflected on what had just happened, wondering how long a need like Sevastyan’s could stay bottled-up. If he couldn’t fulfill his darkest desires with me, would he eventually go to another?