“Not yet,” he replies.

What the hell? Not yet?

“I asked nicely,” I reply.

He laughs. “I didn’t say you couldn’t. Just hold off a little.”

Like there’s anything he can do to stop me. But if he wants to play this game, I guess I’ll go along because I want that orgasm.

He thrusts with the perfect motion, with finesse, not too fast that I can’t appreciate how good it feels or slow enough to drive me crazy. And the angle of penetration hits that sweet but jarring spot, stroking a delicious urgency. Is he good or just lucky? Doesn’t matter. I groan with need, with pleasure, with gratitude.

“Oh my God,” I mumble against the bed as I feel my climax coming to a crest.

“Not yet.”

“Hmm?”

“I didn’t say you could come yet.”

It doesn’t matter what he says. My body’s going to do what it’s going to do.

Or not.

Darren has stopped thrusting. My body’s confused. His length flexes inside me, and my pussy clenches down on him, seeking to unleash the rapture.

Come on…fuck me.

But there’s no motion. Only silence.

Finally, Darren asks, “You were about to come, weren’t you?”

I bury my face into the bed. “Yeah.”

He bites my earlobe and growls, “You come when I say you can.”

Abruptly, he pulls out, pulls off my boots and yanks off my jeans and underwear before flipping me onto my back. He throws my right leg over his shoulder and plunges himself back into me. Holding my leg against him, he rolls his hips.

I quiver with need. “Okay…can I come now?”

He only stares at me, his eyes dark with desire.

“Please,” I add.

He continues to rock against me, stoking the flames swirling in my groin. The sensations are better than any rush from sugar or chocolate. I’m so close to erupting. But he hasn’t actually said I can come yet.

Holding back the wave of ecstasy, I manage to stutter, “So, I c-can come?”

“Almost.”

Almost?! I can only do so much.

“Now, Bridge.”

With his free hand, he rubs my clit while sinking himself deep into me. The pressure I tried to hold back explodes, sending shudders through me from head to toe. I have no control of my body as it bucks and quakes. For several seconds, I can’t even scream. Darren shoves his hips, his pelvis smacking into my derriere fast and furious before he, too, climaxes. I feel his erection throb inside of me. The sensation sends little pulses down my legs.

Even after he’s pulled out, I remain where I am to recover, waiting for my body to return to equilibrium. As I emerge from the bliss, I wonder to myself, did I just call him “Sir?”

Chapter 9

DARREN

Past

I look over at Bridget and consider flipping her back onto her stomach. I liked how she looked with her ass rounding the edge of the bed. There’s still so much I can do to her in that position.