Before she knew what she was doing or why, Nora put both her hands on Lance’s face. From his face her hands moved down his neck and up both arms. She ran her hands over his chest, his hips, his legs, and over his feet. Søren had done this to her so many times she lost count in their years together—touched her like this. I own you, was the message. I own every part of you.

She said nothing while she touched him, claimed him, and he said nothing, either, perhaps recognizing the significance of the moment. Finally she couldn’t wait anymore. She took a condom from her drawer and rolled it onto him. She took off her underwear and straddled him. With her mouth on his mouth, she took him in her hand and guided him inside her.

At first she barely moved, wanting nothing more than to take him into her and let him fill her. She brought her breasts to his mouth and let him suck deeply on her nipples while she moved gently against him.

She slid up and down his length, going as slowly as she could, not wanting to rush the moment. With her hands on his chest, she held her upper body steady as she made slow ovals with her hips, lightly grinding her clitoris against him.

“You feel amazing inside me,” she said, bending to kiss his chest.

“I do feel amazing inside you.”

“Smart-ass.” She sat up and scratched his chest and stomach lightly with her fingernails, light enough his skin shivered under her hand.

“I’m only telling the truth. I want to stay inside you forever, Mistress.”

“I might just let you.”

She braced herself against the headboard and started to move faster on him.

“Don’t come,” she ordered as she rode him harder, filling her own orgasm starting to build.

“No, ma’am. No chance.”

“Good.” She didn’t want this to end yet. She didn’t want it to end...ever.

The pressure rose in her back and stomach. She dug her hands into Lance’s biceps so hard she knew he’d have bruises. He didn’t raise any objections. Instead he lay beneath her whispering erotic encouragements to her.

“Use me, Mistress...”

She used him. She used him to climax hard, hard enough Lance seemed to feel it. He closed his eyes tight as she cried out with intense pleasure, every muscle in her stomach spasming.

She collapsed onto his chest and breathed, moving just enough to keep him hard.

“I’m not done,” she said.

“I know you aren’t.”

“I just need a minute.”

“Take all the time you need.”

After she caught her breath she kissed him again. His tongue slipped between her lips and she lightly bit it. The sexy sounds he made while their tongues intermingled and the presence of him still inside her and still hard made her eager for another round. She pushed against him, her body alive with want and hunger.

“Come with me,” she said and Lance’s only response was to dig his heels into the bed and thrust up and into her. The room filled with the sounds of their need for each other. The bed creaked underneath them. When Nora came again she felt as if she rose so high her breath could fog the ceiling. As soon as her orgasm peaked she reached out and quickly freed Lance’s hands from the wrist cuffs. He rolled up and wrapped his arms around her, buried his face against her breasts, and came hard, clinging to her.