Those two words sent a shudder down Max’s body. Another fantasy, of being dominated by someone a little butch, looked like it was about to come true.

The woman moved her hands over Max’s body, underneath her tee shirt, and undid her bra. As the cups fell forward slightly, she grabbed handfuls of breast and pulled at Max’s nipples until they were hard. She thrust her hips, grinding against Max and making her whimper. “Please…please.”

“Not yet,” said the woman, her voice firm, not tinted with anything resembling desire or passion. Just control. “I set the pace, remember?”

Max nodded, unable to speak.

The woman pinched one of Max’s nipples sharply. Max gasped at the hint of pain that rapidly translated to pleasure pulsing in her clit.

“Who sets the pace?” The woman’s voice was a little firmer, and she squeezed the nipple between her fingers even harder.

“You…you do.” Oh Jesus.

“Good girl,” said the woman again, and then she yanked down Max’s jeans and underwear to her ankles. Max pushed off her short boots, and the woman helped her step out of the clothing. She pushed Max’s legs apart, eliciting a deep groan from Max. She felt deliciously exposed. The sound of the zip of the woman’s leather trousers being undone, followed by the condom wrapper being torn open, made her weak with anticipation. After a slight pause—presumably while it was rolled into place—a hot hand slipped between her legs, raking through her curls, her lips, getting covered with her juice.

“Fuck, you are so wet,” groaned the woman, the timbre of her voice the first hint that she was enjoying this as much as Max.

And then it was Max’s turn to groan again, loudly, as she felt the silicon against the back of her thigh. The woman grabbed hold of it, guided it to where Max desperately wanted it, and braced herself behind Max, one hand on her hip, one on her shoulder. Then, exquisitely, she pushed inside Max, taking her time, seeming to revel in the loud groans that escaped Max’s lips with each inch further she went. The dildo was big, thicker than she was used to, but she was so turned on. Max wanted it faster…harder, but it was pointless. Her partner would go at whatever pace she chose, and Max had no say in the matter. When the woman thrust deep, fully inside Max, she thought she might actually die from the intense pleasure. She cried out, pressing her hands even harder against the wall to push herself back against the woman.

Max gave in. She opened her legs wider, begged for more as wave after wave of extraordinary feeling coursed through her. The woman slammed into her, thighs pressed against the back of Max’s. It drove her utterly insane with pleasure. The sounds her partner was making—deep groans—heightened her own pleasure. She didn’t care that she was panting and moaning loudly. She didn’t care that she was being fucked hard by a complete stranger in a room full of strangers. This was years in the making, and she wanted it all.