Page 17 of Leverage & Obedience

The word pops out without me deciding to say it, pulled from some honest place. Everything stops. For a heartbeat, I’m sure I just told the wrong man the wrong word at the wrong time and just ruined everything. I panic further, and the words tumble out. “Yellow. I need—just—hold on.”

His breathing is heavier than normal, but he doesn’t move.

I breathe. In, out. In, out. The stretch becomes manageable. The pressure finds a plateau and settles, and my body adjusts around him.

“Green,” I say. My voice cracks on the word. “I’m green.”

He pushes deeper, every millimeter registering. The fullness is staggering, but it’s not painful.

“You’re so fucking tight.” His voice is rough now. The fact that letting him fuck my ass is making this controlled man come apart sends a wave of heat through my belly that surprises me. His grasp on my hip tightens. “Every hole. That’s what you promised me.” His voice drops into a filthy register that makes my clit throb. “My dirty little slut, on her hands and knees on my office floor, giving me the last thing she was holding back.”

My pussy clenches and my hips push back against him before my brain can vote on it. I can barely think, but I am his slut. Every hole.

He reaches around, and his fingers find my clit. The combination of him in my ass and his finger on my clit makes me moan loudly. The pleasure is different from regular sex, deeper, coming from a place I didn’t know could feel good, layered with the clit stimulation until my thighs are trembling and my elbows are about to give.

“Bren,” I moan, “Oh god. Oh god, that’s—”

He thrusts deeper into my ass. “Mine.”

“Yours.” There’s no thinking required.

“That’s right.” His groan vibrates through his body and into mine. His thrusts speed up, but he’s holding steady andmeasured. “My good little fucktoy, taking my cock in whatever hole I want.”

He’s never called me a fucktoy before, but the way my entire body clenches around him tells me I love it. His fingers circle my clit quicker, and the pleasure builds. It’s not the sharp peak I’m used to, but a slow rolling pressure that makes me moan.

“Come for me,” he says, voice rough at the edges, so commanding that my body obeys before my brain can catch up.

The orgasm hits in a wave that starts at my core and radiates outward, and it’s different from anything I’ve had before—deeper, pulling instead of crashing. My inner walls clench around him in a rhythm that makes him groan and grip my hip harder. I cry out into my forearm while my body shakes. The waves of ecstasy are long, undulating pulses that go on longer than any orgasm I’ve ever had.

My orgasm triggers his. His entire body shudders as he unloads deep inside me. He pulls out halfway, and then presses in again, fucking his cum deep into my ass as he finishes.

He withdraws gently, checking my reaction with every movement. I whimper at the loss, not from pain, but I don’t know if he knows the difference.

“Easy,” he murmurs. “Stay right there.”

I almost snort as I collapse and melt into the carpet. There’s no moving. I’m wrung out and trembling.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see him reach into his bag and pull out a washcloth and a bottle of water. He wets the cloth, and I’m so dazed I don’t even realize what it’s for until he’s cleaning me. He’s careful, but the fabric against tender skin pulls a sound out of me that’s closer to a whimper than anything I’d willingly admit to.

He planned this.

My eyes sting. I blink hard and stare at the carpet. I refuse to cry after he fucked my ass just because he cleaned me up. Not happening.

He puts the washcloth into a plastic baggy and tucks it into the gym bag before curling up against me.

“Come here.”

Suddenly, my arms are around him like he’s a lifeline, and I’m shaking worse. He wraps his arms around me, and I press my face into his chest, feeling it move as he breathes.

“Are you okay?” His voice is normal. Just a man asking a woman if she’s okay.

“Yeah.” My voice is hoarse. “I’m okay.”

“Was that too much?”

I pull back enough to look at him. His eyes search my face, and there’s a crease of concern between his brows I haven’t seen before.

“It was a lot,” I say honestly. “But I’d do it again.”