A frustrated groan travels up my throat. I blink open my blurry eyes, trying to focus on him and figure out why for the love of God he’d stop.
“Not yet, princess. I’m just getting started, and you won’t come tonight until I say so.”
I take a deep breath, trying to calm my raging hormones. “I understand, sir. Tell me how to please you.”
Rising to his knees, he flicks open the button on his jeans and takes out his thick, heavy cock, stroking it in his right hand.
God, that’s sexy. I could watch him do this all night, but after a couple of slow strokes, he stops.
“You want to know how to please me? Turn over on your belly and show me that sexy ass of yours.”
With my heart rate ratcheting up, I roll onto my stomach and place my bound hands underneath me, lying with my knees bent so that my butt is up in the air. I should feel exposed and uncomfortable, but the appreciative murmur in his throat tells me that he fucking loves this view. He’s always been an ass man. I guess some things never change.
“Have you ever done this before?” he asks.
“No, sir.” I’ve never been interested. But with Reece, I find that I am.
I feel him, the heat of his broad body against me. His chest hovers over my back, and his thighs press against the back of mine as he leans over me. I tremble when his lips touch between my shoulder blades as he places a tender kiss there. I wanted to kiss him tonight, even asked him if I could, but it seems this is the only kind of kiss I’ll get. Knowing that, I savor the press of his full mouth against my skin.
“I’m going to fuck this tight, virgin ass. And you’re not going to come until I say so. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I croak. Nervous does not even begin to describe my state of mind. I’m about to tell him there’s no way in hell I’m going to be able to come from this when I hear a low hum of vibration.
Wondering what’s about to happen, I feel Reece’s fingertips rub my back opening, warm and slippery with lubricant.
Oh. Hello there.
“Breathe for me,” he whispers, placing another one of those sweet kisses against the back of my neck that make me feel too many things.
I try to focus—not on the man, but on the act, the mechanics of it all. I need to keep myself detached. When the broad head of his cock presses against my ass, I pull a deep breath into my lungs. There is no way in hell that’s going to fit. That thing is gargantuan.
“Do you trust me?” he asks from behind me.
“Yes.” There’s no question, no hesitation on my part, and I sense that that pleases him.
“Then breathe and try to relax for me. I’m not going to hurt you. I know what I’m doing.”
I don’t want to think about all of the submissives who came before me, but perhaps he’s right. His experience with women will be a benefit to me, if I let it.
“It’s just I don’t see how this will work. I’ve never . . . and you’re . . .”
“Shh.” He quiets me with another tender kiss pressed between my shoulder blades. “It’s nothing that patience and a lot of lube can’t solve. Plus you have full medical coverage, right?” He chuckles darkly, and I stiffen. “I'm kidding, babe. Relax. I know what I'm doing. I’m going to make this good for you.”
I take a deep breath and try to relax. His finger is still stroking my asshole, and just as I’m getting used to the sensation, he moves the small buzzing toy—a vibrator—between my legs.
Unable to control myself, I moan.
“That feel good?”
“Yeah.” Fuck. It really does.
He rubs the toy against my clit and pushes one finger inside my backside.
Oh. That’s different, but it’s more pleasurable than I imagined it would be. I move my hips back and forth, enjoying the dual sensations. Soon the wide head of his cock replaces his finger, and he pushes forward very slowly, letting me adjust to him.
“Fuck, Macey,” he curses low under his breath.
I’m about to ask him what I’ve done wrong when he slides deeper. I lose my breath, along with my ability to speak. He fills me so completely; I’m totally at his mercy.
He grips my hip, pulling me back and forth on him as if I’m merely a vessel for his pleasure. “What is it about you? You make me lose myself.” He grunts with each thrust, still keeping his magic little toy against me.
I don’t answer. I can’t, because suddenly I realize how close I am to climaxing.
“Reece.” I breathe his name out on a moan. “I’m going to come.”
“Not yet,” he says, his commanding tone returning.
I cry out, groaning his name and begging. “I need …”