It took Luke less than two seconds to understand what Olivia meant about him not being in control even though he had the high ground.

While he might be on top, she was still the one running the show. Her hand was curled around the back of his neck, one ankle digging into the back of his thigh while he thrust into her, pushing him deeper, and now she had no problem reaching his ass with the crop. Luke groaned against her lips, thrusting harder as she moved against him, her nipples brushing against his chest as he made himself slowly sink into her wet heat and then slowly draw away.

The crop traced his ass and then lifted.

THWAP!

The bite of pain made him jerk forward, his ass tightening in response around the plug, reminding him of the full feeling it created, and his cock jerked inside of her.

And he was supposed to be able to control himself until she came again?

Not that she’d left him much choice.

‘Do or do not. There is no try.’

Yup. Yoda’s voice echoing in his head was just unsexy enough to help.

Olivia moaned, writhing, her nails biting into the tender skin on the back of his neck as he sank into her again.

Well, it had helped for a second anyway.

Instead of concentrating on how good she felt, how full he felt as the plug stimulated him from behind, and how hot it was to be on top and yet entirely in her thrall, Luke turned his focus to pleasing her. Pleasuring her. Thrusting in and out of her tight heat, grinding himself against her sensitive pussy lips and stiffened clit every time he fully buried himself inside of her. He moved his hips in a circle motion, pulling away from her kiss to trail his lips down her neck. Her head fell back as she enjoyed his ministrations.

Thrust.

Grind.

Thrust.

Grind.

THWAP!

Every time she got him with the crop his own need surged, his ass clenching, body jerking in response. It was fucking hot. The little stinging swats made him burn.

Her hand moved from his neck down to his shoulders, where the skin was sensitive from when she’d been cropping that portion of his body. Groaning, Luke found himself moving harder and faster than he’d meant to, his lust surging as she played with him… toyed with him…

As he started to try forcing himself to slow again, her hand skated down his lower back, curving over his ass, and then her fingers pressed against the base of the plug. It felt like it thrust deeper into him, as he was buried deeply inside of her, and Luke gasped out a strangled cry of shocked ecstasy.

“Olivia!” His hips moved, pumped, of their own accord as she played with the plug, using it to force his movements.

It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before.