I’m flipped on my back before I even realize what’s happened. His face is above mine. Jaw tight, his face savage. “Enough,” he barks, “you are MINE! You want to be fucked, Little One? Lift your hands up, now.” I’m trembling from excitement and a little fear. I have pushed him too far, but I loved every minute. I comply with his demand, watching him. He’s still inside me, he hasn’t moved. My arms reach up to nothing, his black gaze looks above me. His smile is beautiful and terrifying. He eases out of me slowly, then he moves to his knees, his hands on either side of me. I get one gentle kiss to my lips, an apology of sorts. I know I’m about to get what I asked for. I just don’t know if it’ll be more than I bargained for. “Love you, baby. Need you,” he says before he strikes. I yell as he slams me up the bed, oh my God. Holy shit, my hand can feel one of the posters of the bed. “Grab ahold, do not let go!” he commands.

Masen fucks me so hard, so deep he hits my cervix with each thrust, it’s a perfect agony. I can’t tell if I had one long orgasm or multiple. It’s so much I’m almost in tears. “Masen, please,” My voice not even a whisper, I beg. For more, for less, for him to stop, for him to never stop, I have no clue my brain is a fog and he is all I know.

“You will come again when I’m ready. You understand?” I nod my head, my voice is hoarse from screaming, my arms are so tired. I don’t think I’ll be able to walk for a week. Unbelievably, his pace speeds up and becomes erratic. “Squeeze me now, come all over my cock, knowing I’m the only one who does the fucking!” I do, his harsh words fueling my climax.

Masen’s demeanor changes immediately. He lovingly caresses my body. When he pulls out, I whimper. I loved every minute, but I am not ready to toy with Masen Black. He taught me a lesson. I curl on my side and know I’ll need to shift later to heal my aching body, but right now, I need sleep. “I’m sorry, baby, so sorry. I got so carried away,” he says regrettably. “Are you okay, Little One?” he whispers.

I just nod my head. My emotions are just as out of whack as my body. He gave me exactly what I wanted. I enjoyed it more than I can say, but I want to cry. I think I was trying to prove to myself that I could be what Roxanne said I couldn’t. I thought I was in control even when I knew I really wasn’t. Now that it is over, I miss my sweet, bossy man. I want him to love me, not fuck me. I’m a mess. I give in to sleep before he feels more of my crazy emotions that I can’t seem to control.