“Make me.” He forced her legs apart with his knees. With one hand he ripped at her corset, baring her breasts and savaging them with hungry kisses. The harder she fought back against him, the more viselike his grip on her became. He sucked on her nipples, kissed and bit her neck. Abruptly he released her but before she could get away from him, he grabbed her again, reached under her skirt and yanked her black lace panties. They came off after two hard tears and they joined the mask on the floor. Fucking him had made her so wet it barely hurt when he shoved his fingers into her. His cold, arrogant laugh stung more than the intrusion into her body. “I think you’ve enjoyed this little session as much as I have.”

“I was enjoying it,” she said through gritted teeth as he pushed a fourth finger into her. He stretched her with his hand and fucked her with his fingers. Her pride demanded she hate the penetration, but her body and her pride and her vagina were rarely on speaking terms. She grasped at the headboard, trying to find a means of escaping him. His thumb violated her anally while his fingers probed deep inside her vagina. If the bastard made her orgasm, she would never forgive herself. “Not enjoying it anymore.”

“Liar.”

He pulled his hand out of her, flipped her onto her stomach and held her down by her shoulders. When he entered her, she put up one more fight. A useless attempt because nothing could stop his thrusts now that he was inside her. Settling down, she gave up and let him have her. How could she fight anymore when every movement sent fissures of unholy pleasure shooting through her back, stomach and thighs. Underneath him she panted and moaned, writhed like a whore showing off for her best customer. She heard his labored breathing at the back of her neck, felt his teeth against her skin. And inside her she felt him filling her completely, so completely she could only spread her legs even wider to take him all in.

“You know you love submitting even more than I do,” he taunted. “Admit it.”

“No.”

“Then why are you so wet I can hear it?”

“It’s a water bed,” she said, and he laughed into her ear.

Even laughing he didn’t let up. He fucked her like she’d beaten him—brutally and without mercy and for what felt like eternity. He’d already come once so this time she was in for it. From personal experience she knew his second orgasm would be a long time coming. Part of her wanted to simply let go and let him win but every few minutes she’d remember that this was happening in her dungeon, where she was supposed to be in charge. Waiting until she could be certain he was lost in the haze of sex, she tried to raise up and force him off of her. But he clamped a hand down on the back of her neck, shoved her back down onto the bed and rode her even harder.