Keeping me pinned to the wall, he undoes his belt, the buttons of his pants. He pushes them down and the smooth skin of his cock makes me moan as he rubs against my clit, between my folds.

“You should make me stop,” he whispers into my ear, then bites my earlobe. It’s like neither of us is listening to the other, though, because we’re saying the same thing but we’re both powerless to do it.

When he puts his mouth to mine, I open for him, our kiss wet, his tongue dipping inside my mouth as he sets my hands on his shoulders and lifts me up by my hips.

“Say no and I’ll stop,” he says, biting my lip, making me taste the metal of blood. “Say no, Natalie. Make me go. Make me walk away.” He pauses, looks at me. “I’ll let you in on a little secret.” He whispers the next part: “It’s better for you if you do.”

He thrusts inside me, making me grunt, making me suck in breath. His thick cock stretches me and when he slides out a little, it’s only to thrust in harder. He’s watching me, eyes black but for the narrow ring of midnight, pupils dilated. He kisses me, but our eyes remain open. He’s sucking my lower lip. I know he tastes blood. He must.

Again, he slides out a little, only to punish me with another thrust.

“Say it,” he demands, a threat in his tone. “Say it now. Tell me to stop, this is your chance. Save yourself.” He thrusts painfully and when I don’t say what he wants me to say, when he speaks again, there’s a violence to his words. “Tell me to fucking stop.”

I gasp, cling to him.

“You know who I am. What I do,” he continues.

It hurts, the wall at my back, his too thick cock driving into me, deeper and deeper, tearing me in two, tearing through to my core, piercing my heart.

“If you don’t tell me to stop now, I won’t. Not now. Not ever.”

He stops moving, and I’m impaled. He takes my jaw in his hand again, makes me look up at him.

“Say it now. Tell me to stop. Tell me to go. It’s your last chance.”

I shake my head as much as I can with him gripping my face. Fuck. I’m going to come. I’m so fucking close, I just need…just one more thrust.

He smiles. He’s got his answer. And that smile turns into a wicked grin a moment later.

“You want to come?” His voice is low, the words drawn out.

I make a sound, but I can’t say the word.

“Say it.”