His grip left its post and instead of pounding his shoulders this time she stroked them. Investigating the width and definition of his tattooed arms she maintained the momentum of their starving mouths. When his head went this way, hers went that. She countered each of his confident manoeuvres with her own.

It turned out that what he wanted was to remove her tee-shirt, but that would mean she would have to retreat from her exploration of his body, so she resisted. He wouldn’t tolerate this defiance, and forced the tee-shirt up, taking her objecting arms with it. Getting it to her wrists, he twined it around locking her limbs out of his way. Flouting her grousing at his insulting behaviour, he descended, moving from her mouth to her exposed breasts, which he fondled with blatant entitlement.

‘I thought you wouldn’t touch me on the same day another guy had,’ she seethed.

‘It’s after midnight,’ he said, continuing his molestation. ‘I can claim you today.’

‘No. Get off me,’ she tried to argue, because it fit the role, but his deep, exhaling kisses penetrated through the mounds of perceptive flesh making her body rebel and rise into his mouth.

Words so quiet she couldn’t decipher them spilled from his mouth and the motion of his lips came to her nipple. He swirled and sucked on her, tasting the receptive peak until it seared with the over-attention. But the pain became pleasure and her body lost rigidity in the ecstasy he delivered.

Then he bit into her so harshly a yelp of agony escaped, but he didn’t react to it. He kissed down the centre of her abdomen then sealed his mouth around her belly button and sucked, dipping his tongue into the groove and tantalising her with ideas of how such an act would feel if he practiced it on her further south.

Except she didn’t get that pleasure, he flipped onto his back and took himself in hand.

‘Get on,’ he murmured before she had the time to wonder what was going on.

‘What?’

‘You’re gonna ride yourself dry tonight.’

‘I don’t think so,’ she spat, turning her face away from the sight of him stroking himself.

‘I know what you want,’ he said and she didn’t appreciate the wry amusement in his tone. ‘I know what you want and I’ve got it right here.’

‘You’re kidding yourself,’ she said, but in truth her whole body was alive with the fantasy of doing exactly what he asked.

Although she didn’t look back to see what he did, she heard him roll to his side and the head of his erection poked her outer thigh before his arm came under that leg and he lifted it between his own to lock it in place.

‘You’ve soaked right through your underwear, Minx. That doesn’t lie.’

The underwear she wore right now was actually his, but that didn’t affect his point. Her arousal was in such overdrive that she knew there was an obvious damp stain at her core. Still, her defiant eyes remained on his mocking ones.

‘I can keep control of myself,’ she said.

He kept one of her thighs locked between his and shoved the other away to widen the distance between her legs.

‘Why don’t you let me control you, Minx,’ he said, and his hand pushed down under the waistband of her shorts. ‘You’ll be happier when you realise that I’m all you’ll ever need.’

His fingers slid down through her juices and he trapped her clit between his knuckles then carried on down to massage it with the ball of his hand. Her chest moved faster with the increase of wheezing he caused, his amusement slipped away and he descended to kiss her.

‘That a girl,’ he breathed, rubbing harder. ‘I’m gonna give you everything you need.’

‘No,’ she said, trying to hold onto her fading defiance.

‘Think about it,’ he said and speared her with his finger.

The sudden action made her cry out with unexpected orgasm that slammed into her with such force she couldn’t breathe. He gave her no reprieve and kept working his finger in her.

‘Dax,’ she whimpered, hating the weakness that trailed her voice.

‘You want it to be my dick in you. I know it. I see it in you. You’re thinking about how my dick would feel right here.’ Pushing his finger deep, he wiggled it, stimulating her in ten places at once and making her breathless again. ‘It’s ok, all you have to do is say it. You want my dick in you. You want me to fuck you. Nothing else in the world matters to you right now except my dick.’

‘You’ve got some ego.’

He wasn’t deterred, he actually nuzzled his mouth nearer to her ear, and joined his first finger with a second. ‘I know it will feel good in here,’ he said, parting his fingers to expand her. ‘My cock will slide in real slow and you’re gonna squeeze me tight, Minx. But you’re gonna work hard to please me, you think about how good it will feel to have my spunk fire up, deep inside you. It will be medicine to soothe that ache, Minx. But you’re gonna get addicted, one taste and your pussy will start to crave it, she’ll want a new hit every day and then once won’t be enough. Think about it.’

She would never admit that she was, but she was spared having to because the undulation of his fingers had been joined by that of her hips and the pressure of climax began to build again. She didn’t reach that apex though, his fingers withdrew and he closed her legs to pull off the shorts.

Tossing them aside, he lowered to kiss her clit, then lapped the length of her to collect her juices. But he didn’t continue, or even swallow them down, he came up to kiss her, bestowing on her the full liquid taste of what he’d sampled.

‘Don’t deny your body what it wants. My angry little plaything has enough resentment in her already.’

‘I am not angry,’ she protested and having freed her arms she took her chance to shove him away. But instead of taking the opportunity to escape, her leg followed over him and she did what he’d asked of her before, but on her terms.

Positioning herself over him, she sank down onto the pleasure he promised, but the ensuing sting made her want to immediately withdraw. He took her hips, preventing her from rising and her notion that he meant to soothe was erased when he drove his hips up in one scathing action that could have ripped her in half, but her cry of pain made him snigger.

‘You’re gonna get used to living most of your life exactly where you are. I’m making sure you never forget the minute your obsession with me started.’

‘Get over yourself,’ she said, trying to pry his hands away from her. But with the strength of his arms he began to move up and down, using her body like she was nothing more than a sex toy.

‘Mm, it is tight in here,’ he groaned, and increased his pace.

‘Let me go!’

‘You started this, we’re gonna finish.’

‘Let me do it myself, would you?’ she protested. ‘At least give me a chance to see if I can get you off.’

The reasoning for her request hadn’t formed in her head before she said it and as much as it startled her, it amused him.

‘Go ahead, Minx,’ he said, letting her go. ‘Show me what you’ve got.’

Without his guiding hands, she took a while to find her rhythm but once she did it became soothing and stimulating. His member, here, impaled in her centre was familiar, yet she’d never experienced anything like it. Closing her eyes, she blocked out everything except their point of contact, which was actually easy, given the circumstances.

Then Dax began to move in opposition and unity, speeding the journey to orgasm. His hands took her hips, but she didn’t object because he gave her what she needed and from the increase of his pace she was giving it right back.

Yelling out her exhaustion, her body spasmed around his, but he didn’t let her sag, he kept on driving up into her and using her body to wring out his own pleasure. His subdued growl came out as a tortured huff and he curled up with a clench of his abdominals. After three pants of climax he wrenched her up off his body and tossed her onto her own side of the bed before collapsing back with a hand on each pec.