“Yes.” Sweet relief in her voice. Too difficult to talk when I’m fucking her like this. Savage strokes. They rock her against the bed and she has to move her hips in order to take it. She works so hard to take it. I don’t think I’ll ever get over it—sweet Haley Constantine, struggling to take every inch of my cock and loving it so much she can’t stop making little noises. They’re almost begging. Every one could be a shining ornament, hung on a green bough. My favorite fucking thing. “You wore all your clothes when you punished me. I wanted you then too.”

I take her hips in my hands. It’s too strong a grip for her soft skin. It’s guaranteed to leave fingerprints, maybe bruises, but the only way to survive this feeling is to pin her, crush her. Every part of her belongs to me. The pussy gripping my cock at this moment. Her hands, decorated with the engagement ring I gave her. Haley’s sweet mouth. If it wouldn’t ruin her makeup I’d take her throat now, too.

The next sound she makes is different. I only recognize it because I’ve fucked her so many times, under so many circumstances, and I know her as well as I know the Christmas songs at Midnight Mass.

I put my fingers to her clit and Haley moans, no hesitation. “You’re going to come on my cock.”

“Yes. Please. Let me.”

“Do it well, darling, or I’ll make you pay all the way home.”

That tips her over into an orgasm. Her muscles flutter around me, she pushes her hips back, and I keep fucking her. Deep. Hard. Pleasure coils. It’ll be so good to let go, but I won’t do it. Not yet, not yet. Waiting makes it better.

“Again.”

“Sensitive,” she manages. “It’s—”

“I don’t care if it hurts.” Three more circles around her clit, and Haley comes again. She loves it when I’m mean. “Again.”

“No.”

I put my free hand around her throat. “What was that, darling?”

She’s a shuddering mess. Wordless now. Only sounds. I’m still playing with her clit. Still forcing her pleasure. Giving myself more of it. “I will,” Haley chants. “I will, I will…”

“That’s right.”

It’s more difficult this time. It takes longer. Haley’s crying without tears by the time it happens, by the time it rips through her like a bomb, making her so tight and pulsing I can’t delay my own orgasm anymore. I pin her to the bed and fuck her through my own release. She keeps her head held high. Keeps her makeup intact. Keeps her hair flawless.

I’m breaking my own rules when I’m finished. Out of breath. My control is gone. I want more of her. I want nights with her. Years with her. Forever with her.