“Th-th-thank you, Sir.”
His hands rub along my sides in that firm way that keeps me grounded. “You beg so beautifully,” he says. “And I love having control over your pleasure. Take what I have to give you and then you’ll get what you want.”
“Yes, Mr. King.”
Becker kneels over me, stroking his erection. “Spit on it. Give me some lube.”
I sit up, dropping a good amount of spit onto the top of his long shaft. He pats my cheek in an approving way.
It isn’t long before he’s covering me, rubbing the creamy liquid into the skin on my chest. “Thank you, Mr. King. Thank you for your come.”
“You’re welcome, kitten.” Becker moves between me and spreads my legs open wide. He lines his cock up to me. “You’re my best girl. I’m going to fill you up and we’re going to sit like this. So you’ll know who you belong to.”
Becker’s hands are on my hips as he pushes himself inside me. “Thank you,” I say, wrapping my arms around his waist. “Thank you, thank you.” I’m desperate and clingy, but I don’t care. He wants to see me unravel. Here I am.Needyfor him.
Becker doesn’t thrust or move, and I already feel him softening inside me. But he leans down to kiss my chin.
I clench around him, and he moans as he collapses on top of me. My hands run along his back. My favorite weighted blanket, and even though I used one of our safe words, I’m happy with how this is turning out. Becker’s mouth is on mine, his tongue parting my lips. I bite at his bottom lip, then pull away for air.
“Almost time for your reward, kitten.” He dips his head into the crook of my neck and wraps my legs around his hips. With one swift movement, he flips us so that he’s on his back and I’m on top of him. “Clench those tight muscles. Milk me until I’m hard again. Then I’ll fuck you until you’re screaming while you come.”
I groan, pressing my face into his shoulder.
“Tell me why this was so intense for you, baby. Was it all the teasing I made you do yesterday?”
I shake my head. “No… I…” I sigh. “I enjoyed that yesterday. Maybe because we weren’t together, it made it okay.” I press a kiss to his shoulder. “I think when I’m asking if I can come, I don’t like to be told no. Not when I’m all wound up and we’re in a scene that heated. It made me feel like I didn't deserve it. I think that was on me. I shouldn’t have begged like that if I wasn’t prepared for you to deny me.”
“Hmm.” He rubs my back. “Okay. I can see that. I think orgasm denial isn’t for you.”
“But you enjoy it.”
“I do,” he says.
I clench around him, and he stiffens under me. I giggle, and he continues. “It's a power thing. Denying you, or permitting you to give in to your pleasure. But if it’s something that upsets you, we won’t do it.”
I look up at him, my head still resting on his shoulder. “What do you like about the power? About controlling me?”
His head tilts to the ceiling. “I like knowing that I have you under my finger. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met, Nora. Not just your amazing body or beautiful face. You know what you want. In and out of the bedroom. You submit to me, but only because you trust I’ll bring you the pleasure. You ask me for what you want, and when I give it to you… well fuck, it’s the hottest turn-on for me.”
His knuckle drags along my back, sending a shiver down my spine. “And when I take that pleasure. When Icontrolit, it’s like a flood of pride opening up inside me.”
“Pride?” I ask, feeling him hardening inside of me again.
I push off his chest, straddling him. Becker nods, reaching up to brush the hair from my face. “I’m proud of you every time you enter this room and give in to me. Because even if you’re doing it for yourself, you trust me to be a part of the experience. I’m proud of you every time you push your limits. Every time you try something new. And I’m so grateful you’ve chosen me to experience it with you.”
“Even when I call ‘yellow’ and cut a scene?” I feel my cheeks warm with embarrassment.
His knuckles brush my cheek. I lean into the touch, my hands resting on his stomach. “Especially, then. When you’re admitting how vulnerable you are, how hard it is, and that you need my help.”
“Thank you.”
“Shh.” His fingers are pressing against my lips. “Don’t thank me until you’re coming so hard, you’re squeezing the life out of my cock.” He thrusts his hips into me.
I laugh. “Permission to ride you?”
He shoots me a smirk. “Permission granted.”
I lean back on my heels and rest my hands on his knees for better leverage. Becker’s hands grip my hips holding me in place as he guides me. We’re slow and calculated at first.