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“Will you come apart for me?”
I’m completely at his mercy. My hands can’t claw for him, my legs can’t wrap around him. And if he keeps it up, I’ll be shredded to ribbons. “Oh god.”
His finger stops, and the crop hits my clit. My back lifts off the bed, my wrists jerk in their restraints.
“Address me properly, Swan, as I address you.”
“Yes, sir.” My skin burns for more of the crop, for his touch. I lift my back, trying to find a connection point. “Please, sir. Please keep going, sir.”
Dylan’s obsidian eyes are bottomless pits. His nostrils flare.
“Please, sir, I need-” I thrust upward as best I can. “I need you, I want you, I-“
The crop falls to the ground. Dylan grabs my wrists, pinning his clothed hips to mine. I can feel his erection pressing against me. “You beg…” His voice trembles. “So nicely.”
I tilt my chin up, trying to snatch a kiss. He moves just in time to avoid me, and I whine wordlessly.
“I want to take my time, but when you beg like that-“
“I need you, sir. Please, please, please…”
Dylan’s brow splits like he he’s in pain. With his eyes glued to mine, he undoes his belt, letting it clatter to the ground. Then, he undoes his pants the rest of the way.
My eyes grow wide at the sight of his cock bursting free from his underwear.
“Eyes up here.”
I snap my gaze back to his.
Dylan’s jaw tenses as I look at him. “Beautiful.” His hand wraps around his cock. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
I smile, grateful that I please him.
Dylan positions himself between my legs.
I hold my breath, preparing to take him.
He presses his length into my dripping center, head of his cock pressing firmly against my clit.
I hold my breath.
“Say ‘thank you’, Swan.”
“Thank you, Swan.”
Something like anger mixed with amusement flashes in his eyes. It doesn’t scare me. It turns me on. “Fucking brat.”
And then he slides inside.
My back lifts off the bed as I stretch around him. I try to lift my arms to grab him, pull him all the way inside, but I can’t. I wail in disappointment.
I’ve wanted this for so long, and he did such a beautiful job getting me wanting and panting, but now I can’t show him how much I crave his closeness.
“My fucking god, you’re tight.”
He takes his time finding a rhythm, dipping inside me deeper and deeper.
“Eyes on mine, Swan.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”
I burst with pride at his words, moving my hips against his, eager to feel him closer.
Dylan reaches down and his hands caress the marks left by the crop. The shock of the pleasurable pain sends pangs straight to my clit.
“I did this to you.”
“You did this to me, sir.”
“Fucking hell.” His firm pecs ripple through his shirt.
I wish I could touch and tease, feel the hardness in my hands.
With my eyes locked in Dylan’s, I get to watch his face descend into desperation as he fucks me harder and harder. His nostrils flare, his chin juts out, and his eyes are close to rolling back.
“So deep.” My head dips back. I am at his mercy. Bound to him. Might as well give in.
Dylan laughs, retreating from me for only a moment before plunging back inside.
I howl, bending back, trying to crawl out of my own skin. I’m so hot, trembling, close to an orgasm.
“You’ll wait to come with me,” he grunts into my ear.
I can only hum. With his chest against mine, I try and rub my breasts back and forth against him, my nipples tingling.
“You will be a good girl for once, and you will wait.”
“I can’t, I-” My legs are shaking, hips jerking. How can he be in control of my body when I’m not?
Dylan grips my jaw. “You will wait.” A slap on my thigh adds to the heat.
Oh fuck.
And then he begins thrusting at an impossible speed. Harder and harder.
I hold onto my sanity for dear life, on the cusp of an orgasm for far too long.
I am moaning and I am begging. I’m not strong enough. I can’t make it.
Each time I’m near tethering, a new slap comes, and the build-up starts all over again. Until I’m half-delirious with pleasure and pain.
Until Dylan’s lips part. “You ready?”
I ball my hands into fists, grabbing onto the strength I need out of thin air not to completely burst into a million pieces. “Yes, god yes.”
“Now!” With one final thrust, Dylan releases inside me, a primal grunt stuttering from his lips.
The moment his cock unfurls, I do too, feeling euphoria I have never ever felt in my life. The orgasm threatens to snap me in two and lasts for far longer than I know what to do with.
I try to catch my breath as the glow settles over me, but Dylan steals it with a final kiss.
His hands slide over the rope and into mine. Our fingers interlock. We trade the same breath back and forth.
The warmth of him coming inside me brands me. I will carry it with me for the rest of the day.
“How are you?” His voice is tender. Soft.
I smile against his mouth. “So good.”
My insides, however, are starting to run cold. Because I have to go out there and pretend like none of this happened. Like I didn’t just let my boss fuck me into oblivion, let him use me as a plaything, break a boundary I swore I wouldn’t with him.
Now I have to swear to myself I’ll never do it again. But how is it possible when Dylan Hill calls me his swan?
How is it possible when all I want is to be his good girl? His.
DYLAN POV
She won’t look at me.
I’m a mere foot from her, and she won’t look at me.
Granted, our attention should be on the architect who is currently explaining to us and any interested members what the process is going to be like to move forward in the building of our new whisky-tasting room.
But to not even get a look from her?
That’s just not right. That’s downright bratty. Except I don’t think I can chalk it up to that.
Olivia is new to the whole concept. She’d at least bear a look in my direction. At least a small smile.
