“Are you mocking me, Everly?”

“No, Sir. Just playing a game. I like games.”

“Your games make my cock ache.”

“I like making your cock ache, Sir. It’s only fair.”

“Mmm.” He pulled her close and looked down at her, like she was a tiny little thing. “I think we’ll save that idea for another day.”

“Oh? Are you going home now?” She couldn’t help but smirk.

“You wish.” Slowly, he pulled down her panties, crouching to take them as she stepped out of them, then laying them aside with her bra. “Put your hands behind your head and don’t move.”

Confused, she complied. He backed a few steps and straddled the arm of the couch, as if he had all the time in the world.

“What are you doing?” Everly frowned at him.

“Are you frowning at me?”

“No, Sir.” She stood there awkwardly, then, when she realized he was just checking her out, she stood up straighter and thrust her tits out at him in invitation. If she wasn’t supposed to rush him or frown at him, she’d let her body do the talking.

Come fuck me, Sir.

Ambrose leaned back against the wall and unzipped his jeans. She tried not to be too nosy, but she was curious to find out if he was as well-endowed as he seemed to be . . .

He pulled his dick out of his pants.

Good Lord. Where the hell is he going to stick that monstrosity?

Although she tried to control her expression, some of her awe must have escaped. He lay, half reclined, and pumped his cock in his fist, looking at her like she was his own personal pornography.

She pouted at him and arched her back more while watching his expression to see what worked for him. Most men would have focused on her tits, but although his gaze roved over her, it was her eyes he kept coming back to.

“Do you like to suck cock, Everly?”

“I like it, Sir. Especially when someone makes me do it properly.” She shifted where she was standing, finding it hard not to move when he’d gotten her so horny.

“Come sit beside me on the couch.”

She did, not bothering to hide her eagerness. With him on the arm of the couch, his cock was right in her face. Up close, she watched in fascination as he continued stroking it.

“Are you going to help?”

She put a hand on his thigh and moved to an upright kneel to get closer. Instead of replacing his hand with her own, she kissed the tip of his cock so featherlight she wasn’t sure he’d be able to feel it.

“Good girl. Do it again.”

She did, then played hard to get with her mouth. A big hand tangled in her hair, and he guided his dick to her lips.

“Suck. Just for a minute, sweetheart, then I’ll make you feel good.”

The tip of his cock pressed against her mouth. She tried to turn her head away, but using her hair, he held her in place and forced it in. Her tongue automatically swirled around him, and he groaned.

Following the nonverbal directions his hands were giving her, she went down as far as she could on him. There had never been a guy she couldn’t deep throat. Not being able to was a blow to her self-esteem.

“What a good girl.” He stroked her face and traced her lips where they were wrapped around him.

She tried not to purr at his ridiculous praise, but even so, she worked harder at trying to impress him. After a short time, he pulled her away.

“Yeah, I have nothing to teach you there.” He was panting and looking up at the ceiling, his brows lowered in concentration. Was he that close?

He got down from his perch.

“Come kneel up here.” He patted the arm of the couch.

“Noooo,” she complained.

“Isn’t your ass sore enough to remind you who’s in charge right now?” Ambrose guided her over. “I can spank you again if you need me to.”

Grumbling, she crawled up on the arm of the sofa and knelt. He urged her down until she was leaning on the seat part of the couch with her elbows. It felt like her ass was a zillion miles in the air and every bit of her was on display.

Ambrose gave a satisfied growl and stroked her back and her ass as he moved around behind her.

“Damn.”

She wondered if he’d noticed yet. Apparently he hadn’t. He tapped the inside of her thigh, silently demanding she spread her legs farther apart.

“Fuck.” He toggled her clit hood piercing gently. “How did I not feel this earlier?”

She enjoyed his tortured expression, even if she was looking at it upside down. When she tried to shrug in response, she almost fell on her head.

He leaned in and flicked it with his tongue. She moaned louder than she expected—it’d been a long time since someone had gone down on her. Some of the Doms she dated used their status as an excuse not to reciprocate oral, saying it was the sub’s job to please them, not the other way around. Apparently, Ambrose disagreed with that school of thought, and kept at it until her arms were shaking with the effort to stay upright.

“Why are you so wet, Everly?”

Duh. Dumb Dom.

“I’m not sure, Sir. It might have something to do with you being cruel and not letting me get off earlier. Either that or you’re slobbering on me.”

He gave her ass a firm swat, then licked her clit again like he was investigating the feel of her piercing with his mouth. He slid a finger inside her and finger fucked her. Damn, even his fingers were big.

Her whole body throbbed with the need to come. “Please, Sir.”

“Please what? Do you want to come, or do you want me to make you suffer?”

The way he said “suffer” made it sound hot, but she wasn’t in the mood for indefinite orgasm denial.

Don’t be sassy . . . don’t be sassy . . . She knew how well sass had worked for her a few minutes ago.

“I would never presume to tell you what to do, Sir.”

“Good answer.”

He fished a condom out of his pocket and rolled it on as she whined impatiently.

“What’s wrong?”

“Please hurry.”

Ambrose smacked her pussy, and she grunted as pleasure flooded through her.

“Don’t rush me. The more you rush me, the slower this will happen.”

Oh jeez. She’d die if he went any slower.

He pulled her close, until she got down off her knees and her hips were leaning on the arm of the sofa. The tip of his cock slid up and down her slit, and she strained backward to try to impale herself on him.

Unsurprisingly, he didn’t allow it. Instead, he held her still, the tip of his dick just inside her.

“If you’re a good girl and hold still, I’ll give you what you want, but if you’re bad this is going to be rough.”

Put my name on the bad-girl list, for the love of Pete!

Her whole body quivered and strained against his hands. If he let go suddenly, they might end up on the floor.

“Please, Sir! Please fuck me. I’ll be a good girl or a bad girl or a fucking cantaloupe. Anything you want, just don’t make me wait!”

He grazed her back hole with the tip of his finger. She jumped and yelped.

“I’m sorry. I saw the butt plugs and assumed you were okay with anal play. I should have asked.”

He was too damn observant.

“I’ve had it done to me, but I’m not a fan.”

“Is it a limit or isn’t it?” He stopped moving, keeping himself poised at her entrance. Apparently, he wasn’t giving her what she wanted until she answered the question.

“I’d prefer it if you didn’t try to fuck me there today, Sir.” Her cheeks burned and she was pretty sure the blush covered most of her body. “It hurts me.”

He made a soothing sound. “I’m just talking about touching. No penetration. Is touching okay?”

“As long as you don’t mind me hitting the roof every time.”

Ambrose grabbed her hips. Conversation over.

She braced herself for his first thrust, but he eased in slowly, making her whimper with impatience.

“I know what you want, but not this time.” He adjusted, withdrew, pushed again.

Everly already felt full, but there was more, and more, until he was pushed up against her cervix and there was nowhere left for him to go. Neither of them moved.