Oh yes.

He slipped his other hand around her waist and played with her clit while he teased the tight hole of her ass with his lubed fingers. She wanted to push back into him, to impale herself, but she was trying to behave, to comply. And her head was sinking into subspace—something that had always happened to her during anal play, even though she hadn’t always known what to call it. There was something very submissive for her about giving up that part of her body to a man. And with Jamie . . . well, anything that had felt even remotely submissive to her before was magnified by a hundred with him. By a thousand.

“Breathe in,” he instructed her, and she did, her body instantly going loose as she anticipated what was about to happen.

“Good, yes. Relax, sugar.”

He slipped one fingertip inside her. She wanted more—so much more. But she also understood this was how it was done—a little at a time until he knew what she could take. He pressed it in the tiniest bit farther, slid it out, and pleasure was a long, wistful sigh in her body.

“Breathe,” he commanded.

She did, and he slid a second finger in with the first. This time she had to really let her muscles go slack to allow the two fingers in past the tight ring of muscle. There was a small burning sensation, but his other hand teasing her clitoris was helping. That and the fact that she loved the sensation of her ass being filled, that she’d been yearning for this kind of play.

He pressed deeper, and she couldn’t help it—she surged back.

Immediately his hand left her clit and pressed onto the small of her back. “Easy there. You will get what I give you. Remember? You can answer me.”

“Yes. I remember.”

“Good girl.”

That melting sensation again—with the small part of her mind not otherwise engaged she figured she’d better get used to it.

When he started a slow pumping inside her ass pleasure poured through her system like some slow, warm liquid. She could almost picture it in her head like a length of heavy silken rope, twisting and turning as his fingers did inside her body.

“Mmmm.”

“You like that, baby? I can tell you do. And I love that you’re into this—into having me violate your sweet ass. Because my cock is going in soon. As soon as I feel you’re ready for it. But I have to tell you, sugar, I am so damn ready. So damn hard. I can feel the blood like a pulsebeat in my cock. And I want nothing more than to plow into you. To fuck your beautiful ass. But first let’s see how many more of my fingers you can take.”

He pulled his fingers out and she felt him add a third at her opening, felt him twine his fingertips together into a point before pushing back into her.

“Ah!”

“Too much, baby? Tell me.”

“No. It’s good. So good.”

“That’s what I want to hear.”

His fingers pushed in slowly, and she couldn’t deny there was as much pain as there was pleasure for the first few moments—or that she loved the pain as much as the pleasure. She breathed into it, converting the pain, breathing it in, breathing out nothing but the lovely sensations of being filled and commanded and taken by him. By him.

Several minutes passed in which his fingers surged into her ass, then out again, in again, pausing to twist, then turning as he pulled back once more. He was pressing and tapping her hard clit with his other hand, his fingers dipping in and out of her swollen, needy sex. Her mind was a blur of sensation, her body full of desire, overflowing with it.

He pulled out of her and said very quietly, “Have to fuck your pretty little ass now, my sugar girl.”

He spread more of the lube on her anus, then parted her cheeks. She inhaled, taking in the scent of the clean, crisp sheets and pulling it deep into her lungs. His sheathed cock rested at the opening, and then he began to push. Ever so slowly—too slowly, yet at the same time it was perfect. The thick head took a few moments to pass the tight ring of muscle, then it slid in and she couldn’t help but clench for a moment as if to hold him there.

“Easy,” he told her.

She forced her body to relax once more and he pushed deeper, then deeper still, and she felt the weight and girth of his cock inside her body. He was big, but she could take it. She wanted to. Needed to.

He pressed deeper and she felt that point where his cock widened close to his body push into her, his hips tight up against her ass, his strong thighs right behind hers.

“Ah . . .”

He laid his hand at the small of her back once more and exerted some pressure—just enough to make her feel his authority. She fucking loved it. All conscious thought drained from her as sensation took her over completely—as Jamie did. His arm came around her waist and he held her tight, a small gasping pant escaping him as he tilted his hips and pressed into her as deep as he could go.

She was panting then, in short, sharp bursts. So much need, so much pleasure. So much being under Jamie’s command. At Jamie’s mercy. And she felt it vaguely as something clicked in her mind—or maybe it was in her chest—some new level of emotion and vulnerability. Some new level of trust.

Then he pulled back and began to fuck her. He kept his strokes long and slow, moving in and out of her sinuously while the hand on her back slipped up her spine until it was on the back of her neck and he was pressing her cheek down hard into the mattress.

Yes. His.

“His,” she whispered, wanting to feel the word on her lips.

His hips moved a little faster, his thick cock surging into her, pulling out almost to the tip before he buried himself in her once more. Desire jabbed deeper into her system with every slow thrust. She wanted to come—needed to—and almost thought she could just from this. He fucked her harder, his cock plunging deeper, and she was shaking all over with pleasure. With yielding.

“Still good, baby? Tell me.”

She tried to speak, but she was drowning in sensation—physically, mentally.

He paused. “Summer? You good? Talk to me.”

She forced her brain to engage. “I . . . Jamie . . . It’s so damn good. God . . . I can’t . . . Please don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

But rather than taking away from what she was feeling, saying the words only made it hotter. Her sex and her ass tightened, making Jamie groan.

“Jesus, that’s good. Need to come. Fuck, I need to come. Need to fuck you harder. Yeah . . .” His cock jabbed into her, hard and deep, a few savage thrusts that had her gasping. “Ah, baby . . . my baby. Fuck, yeah!”

He roared as he came, his hands on her digging into her flesh. And she gave herself over to it—to Jamie and pleasure and pain. She felt so acutely his cock pulsing inside her ass. Felt him trembling. And even before he was done he was rubbing at her clit with the heel of his hand. Almost instantly her body shivered with heat, her climax slamming into her, a wall of sensation, lightning-hot ecstasy. His still-hard cock was buried deep in her ass as she came so hard she saw stars, the room going black. He kept working her clit, his cock moving inside her, milking her climax until she couldn’t take any more.

He bent over her, his breath heavy in her hair, the front of his body pressing against her spine so that she could feel every muscled plane of his torso, every contraction of his abs, every delightful shiver that went through him.

“Jesus Christ, sweetheart. I swear you are gonna kill me. But I’ve never felt anything like I do with you. Never.”

She smiled to herself, knowing she felt the same. She didn’t need to say it—couldn’t say anything right now, with her muscles and her brain turned to goo.

Jamie leaned his weight into her, pressing her body down onto the bed. Then he began to pull out of her very slowly, making her want to come some more. Or maybe just to never let him go.