His throat bobbed, his gaze glittering. He moved closer until I had to lean my head back to look at him. His hand slid down my cheek and his thumb dragged my lower lip down, exposing the tattoo in my mouth. He smiled crookedly.
“Get in that bed,” he said. “Face down, palms flat, ass up so I can see how wet your pussy is.”
My whole body shuddered as I obeyed, climbing onto the black silk. I heard him saunter up to the edge of the bed. I knelt, bending to lay my cheek and palms against the coverlet. Cool air hit my pussy as I arced my back. His hard hands curled around my hips and pulled me to the edge of the bed.
I heard his belt clink, that delicious sound that made my core clench. Then the tip of his cock brushed, hard and smooth, against my entrance. He dragged it over me again and again, rubbing it against my clit until I moaned into the bed. Then, with a groan of satisfaction, he thrust. Sheathing himself deep inside me.
“God, you’re tight for me, kitten,” he breathed.
I had no words. My body was his, spent and helpless. There was nothing in me save the intense need to be fucked, to submit to whatever he wanted to do with me.
“Is it mine?” he asked harshly.
I swallowed. “It’s yours.”
“Call me sir when I fuck you like this.”
The coldness of his tone startled me, but I knew better than to ignore him.
“Yes, sir,” I said quickly.
“Now, tell me,” he murmured, still unmoving. “Who’s pussy is this, angel?”
“It’s your pussy,” I gasped. “Sir.”
He slapped me across the ass and thrust hard, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through my arced body. My God, he was so big I could feel him probing deep in my stomach. My fingers clenched in the sheets as he began fucking me with slow, relentless strokes. My breasts rubbed against the silk coverlet, my nipples raw and sensitive.
He pushed me forward until he was on his knees over me, his cock still buried inside. His breath ghosted my ear as he whispered, “I want you to count.”
“Count?” I breathed.
He drew back, paused, and slammed into me so hard I saw stars. “That’s one, angel. I want you to count for every time I pound into your wet pussy. And you will call me ‘sir’ every time. Understood?”
My hips quivered, his cock pulsing inside me.
“Yes, sir.”
He gathered my hair, closing his fist to hold me steady beneath him. His slender, strong body drew back and I shivered with anticipation. Then he thrust and I felt all the power in his hips hit me.
“One, sir,” I gasped.
“Such a good kitten,” he said through his teeth.
He slammed into me again and something stirred, a hint of desperate pleasure.
“Two, sir.”
Slam.
“Three, sir.”
Slam.
“Four…sir.”
A long, torturous pause. Then slam.
“Five, sir,” I whimpered.