Her climax started to shiver through her, and he stopped.

“No . . . please.”

He clamped his hand across her mouth once more. “Shh. No pleading. No begging. You’ll get what I choose to give you. You’ll give me your pleasure, sugar girl. And when I ask for it you’ll give me your orgasm, too, won’t you? Tell me,” he demanded.

He took his hand away and she gasped, “Yes, Jamie.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I’ll come for you. For you.”

“That’s my good girl.”

He went back to work with his lovely tongue, torturing her with pleasure while he pinched the inside of her thighs with hard, hurting fingers. The pain made sensation spiral once more, taking her higher and higher, until she couldn’t think at all. She was nothing but sensation, riding the rolling waves up and down as Jamie dictated with his touch—or his denial of it. Each time she reached that crest and couldn’t hold her climax back any longer, he backed off, forcing her to pace herself. Finally he pulled away completely and sat up. She was too limp with pleasure and pain, her system too suffused by it all, to do anything more than blink up at him.

“Spread wider for me, sweetheart.” She did as he asked. “Oh yeah, that’s it. Your beautiful pussy, so wet and pink and sweet as a peach in the summertime.” He licked his lush mouth and her sex clenched hard. “I love the taste of you, baby. I want to drink you up.” He unbuttoned his jeans and she held her breath as his smooth skin was revealed. “But right now I need to fuck you even more.”

Then he was naked and sheathing his beautiful cock with a condom he’d taken from the table next to the bed. He dragged her by the ankles to the foot of the mattress and hooked her heels over his shoulders.

“Hands clasped over your head, my good girl.”

He held his cock at the entrance to her pussy, brushing it over the swollen lips. Then he plunged.

“Ah! Jamie!”

“Don’t you come. You come when I tell you to. Understood?”

“Yes,” she panted.

He pulled out of her and she wanted to cry. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, I come when you tell me I can.”

“Ah, that’s my good sugar girl.” He caressed his thick cock, wrapping his fingers around it and beginning to stroke. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard. I’m gonna fuck you until you can barely breathe—until I lose my breath. Until I am so deep inside you will never forget me.”

She almost came right then, but his command was even more powerful than the pleasure he brought her. She bit her lip and held it back as he pushed into her once more, his length and girth filling her completely. As he did exactly what he said he would. He fucked her so hard she slid up on the sheets, and she had to force herself to hold her clasped hands over her head, as he’d ordered. But he grabbed her hips and dragged her back to the edge of the bed, then lifted her bottom higher, allowing him to surge deeper inside her in long strokes. And in between she caught small flashes of their reflection in the big mirror—it was one of the hottest things she’d ever seen.

He tilted his hips, his hands digging into her bottom, lifting her. He gave one lovely, savage thrust that really fucking hurt, that made her feel as if she were drowning in pleasure.

“Oh, oh . . . God!”

She was blinded by sensation, her vision swimming. She felt beautifully powerless, giving it all over to Jamie.

The pressure built, but he pinched the top of her thigh hard enough to bring her out of it, away from the ready edge of orgasm.

“Ow!”

“‘Ow’ is not a safeword, sugar,” he panted, his dimples making tiny, irresistible divots in his cheeks.

She started to laugh, tried to swallow it, but she was too high on endorphins and the pleasure swamping her body, and she couldn’t get it under control. Jamie was smiling down at her as he fucked her, his hips slamming into hers, never slowing down. But soon his smile turned to a baring of teeth as he shivered, and she stopped giggling. He was shaking all over. “Now!” His voice was a hoarse groan. “Come, baby.”

He pressed onto her clit with his fingertips—she didn’t even need it. Her body exploded, sensation like a thousand points of light inside her, searing her with pleasure so intense she really was blinded for several long moments—or minutes. She didn’t know. It didn’t matter. All she knew was their trembling bodies, every hot, silky place where their skin met, where flesh touched flesh. The smell of him all over her. His cries and her own.

Finally the only sound was their panting breath and the low, chirping hum of the cicadas outside. Jamie collapsed on top of her, then rolled onto his side and pulled her into his arms. He held her loosely at first, but when he tightened his arms around her, tears pooled behind her eyes.

Damn it!

She pulled in the humid, come-scented air and blew out a few breaths in a row.

“Hey, baby. What is it?”

“It’s . . . nothing. Really. I don’t know. Just an emotional night, I guess. I’m good, though. I am.”

“You trying to convince me or yourself?”

“Both of us, maybe?”

“Good girl.”

“Jamie—”

He lifted his head to look at her, catching her chin with his fingertips. “Hey. I’m not mocking you, sweetheart. I mean it. I like that you can be so honest with me. And it’s okay. Anyway, if I called you a bad girl you might kick me, and I’ve already known the mighty power of your wrath tonight.”

One corner of his mouth quirked and she smacked his chest, pausing to appreciate the solid wall of muscle there.

“See?”

“Oh, there’s much worse where that came from,” she told him, her mood lifting.

“Don’t think you’re gonna convince me to switch, sugar, ’cause that ain’t happening.”

“Ha! As if I ever thought it might.”

He grabbed her as he rolled onto his back until she was on top of him. “No? You never thought you might try to do me with a strap-on?”

Summer rolled her eyes. “I don’t know that I’ve ever wanted to do anyone with a strap-on, but if I did, it sure as hell would not be you, Jamie Stewart-Greer! I may be a lot of things, but I’m not stupid. Or delusional.”

“Then kiss me like you’re the Top here.”

She giggled. “Well, I am on top of you.”

“Shut up and kiss me, my good girl.”

“Just for that I might have to be bad.”

“Oh, really?”

He arched one dark brow before pulling her face down to his by her hair and kissing her so hard she could barely catch her breath.

She began to melt instantly, but when he let her go she couldn’t help sassing him. “Being bad is still sounding like an attractive option.”

“We’ll see about that.”

Before she had a chance to think about it he’d flipped her onto her stomach and was straddling her, one arm pinned behind her back. She loved the way he manhandled her—her greedy sex was pulsing with a hot, stinging desire already. Still, she said, “I can be bad from down here, you know.”

“Summer Grace?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m getting hard again.”

“And?”

“And we’re about to find out if you like being at the other end of a strap-on made of flesh.”

She blinked twice before she fully understood what that meant. “Ohhh.”

He chuckled but kept a firm grip on her arm as he leaned over her, and her head was at the right angle to see what he took from the drawer: a tube of lube, a few condoms, and a pack of baby wipes. Even knowing what he had in mind had her squirming.

“Hold still, my little sugar girl, and I might go easy on you. Nah, who am I kidding?”

“Jamie—”

One sharp smack on her ass and she bit her tongue to keep quiet.

“That’s better. Now I need both my hands but you’re to keep your arm behind your back. In fact, up on your knees . . . yeah, that’s it, but keep your face on the bed. You can use one arm to stabilize yourself—you’re gonna need it.”

She closed her eyes and waited, trying not to move as he spread the cheeks of her ass and rubbed a good amount of the anal gel lubricant on with his fingers. She hadn’t been touched there by a man in far too long. And now it was going to be Jamie. And it felt so damn good.