Page 162 of Broken & Bound

He stood proudly, his cock pointing straight out, hard and ready for me just like I liked. A bead of cum lingered on the tip, catching the light. I loved that he remained standing in front of the couch, waiting for whatever I decided came next.

I moved a few of the books stacked on the table out of the way and propped my phone against the remaining pile. After adjusting the angle, I glanced at the screen to make sure I had him in frame.

“We’ll just do a little recording session here. I wonder how many still shots I could take and use to create a one-of-a-kind sketchbook.”

“I’d love that. But we only have five minutes.”

The smirk that followed told me how much faith he had in us meeting that particular deadline. Then, almost as quickly as it appeared, his expression shifted. His eyes lowered, his posture relaxed.

A delicious little thrill worked its way through me. Pasha was willingly placing himself in my hands and waiting to see what I would do with him.

“I’d love to get one of you stroking your cock. Us fucking. You licking my clit. I do so love it when you do that.”

His eyes darted down my body. I stepped closer and planted my palm against his chest, pushing until he dropped back onto the cushions. Before he could do anything more than grin at me, I moved between his legs. His hands reached for my hips.

“Hands on the back of the couch. I didn’t give you permission.”

Desire flashed in his eyes. “I knew you’d be a cruel mistress.”

“I promise, you’ll survive.”

“I might not.”

“Then your obituary will be a fascinating read.”

He laughed, the deep sound making me smile. I pulled the dress over my head and tossed it onto the floor. By the time I looked at him again, the humor had disappeared.

“Keep it up and I’ll edge you until sunrise.”

His hands flexed where they gripped the back of the couch, fighting the instinct to reach for me. Everything about his willingness to stay exactly where I’d put him affected me more than I wanted to admit. I moved closer, trailing my fingers along his jaw before threading them into his hair. His head tipped back beneath my touch.

“Don’t tempt me with a good time. I’ve been doing this longer than you. You’d cave first. Beg me to fill you up.”

A little thrill chased through me at the words, one I could enjoy now without the panic. I’d gone on birth control as soon as my doctor cleared me, and for the foreseeable future, that was where I intended to stay.

I climbed onto his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Can I touch you?” he asked.

“No.”

A muscle flexed in his jaw. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Immensely.”

His hands gripped the back of the couch until his knuckles grew white. I laughed and kissed him. Lingering in it, I enjoyed the restraint in him. Almost as much as the kiss itself. When I pulled away, his eyes had darkened.

“You can touch me now.”

A rush went through me as his hands left the back of the couch. I shifted my body, rubbing my wet pussy against his length. His hands closed around my hips. The first push of his cock against my entrance sent a shiver through my body.

On the next downward stroke, I slowly lowered myself onto him, taking my time as he stretched me. An audible gasp rent the air. Shit, he was huge. I was still adjusting to the way it felt being so full of him.

“Look at you already caving.”

“Shut up and fuck me, my lion.”

“With pleasure, princess.”