“Aw, darling,” he crooned, and stroked a gentle hand over her bottom. He could feel the heat pumping off her skin through the leather gloves, and nearly stripped them off so he could feel that burning glow against his bare skin. But he wanted to stay in character, so he’d just have to settle for feeling the heat against his groin when he fucked her.

He checked his watch, calculating. Thanks to her energetic struggling, they’d been at this for a while now, and they both had to work in the morning. If he wanted to make sure she got good aftercare—and he did—he needed to hurry things along. Which suited him just fine—he’d been hard as a rock since he’d crept into the room, and he was more than ready to get on with it.

“I told you,” he said, pushing her thighs apart and climbing between them. They were at the very edge of the chaise and he didn’t have a lot of room, but he’d make it work. He leaned forward, planting one hand between her shoulder blades as much for balance as to hold her down, and took his cock in the other. “Easy way or the hard way.”

She lifted her head and twisted around to peer at him over her shoulder. Her face was still wet, her eyes puffy from the tears, and her hair had come free of its loose braid to lie, ratted and matted, around her face. But her eyes were glittering bright with fear and excitement, and her lips curved in a defiant sneer. “Fuck you,” she snarled, and he laughed.

“Oh no, darling.” He grinned and pushed his cock against the hot, wet opening of her cunt. “Fuck you.”

He drove into her, plowing through the tight, slick clench of her pussy until he was fully seated, his groin pressed against her burning ass. He held still, a task made all the harder by the soft rippling of her sheath. Part of it was adjustment—he was big, and though she was slick with arousal, it was still a tight fit. But she was also much closer to coming than he’d realized.

He pulled out slightly, making her gasp and twitch under him, then pushed back in, rolling his hips to grind against her ass. A cry escaped her lips before she choked it off, and he grinned.

“Why, darling,” he drawled. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

She laughed, a short burst of sound that made her tighten around him for a brief, agonizing moment. “You’re revolting,” she said, the disdain clear even as she shuddered and pulsed around him.

“Revolting, am I?” He rolled against her ass, panting a bit as he held on. He was close too, close enough his balls were drawing up, his spine tingling. “What’s that say about you, then, if I’m revolting, but you’re about to come?”