"Then be inside me, Sir. Tell me what to do, how you want it done, and I'll gladly do it. I love you."
He fisted my hair in his other hand and tugged me toward him until our lips almost touched. When he spoke, a steely edge played in his words. "Get on my cock, little sub, and ride me until your tight little pussy is dripping with my cum."
Shivers pirouetted over my skin, mixing with the ethereal touches of salty air. Hearing Sir re-emerge was like coming home after a long journey. Sir overtook and usurped the businessman and the doting boyfriend. Sir was raw power, a drug on the senses. He was sex incarnate, and I needed to feel his power, needed to ride the wave of pleasure he aroused in me as easily as some men picked up a TV remote.
Taking Sir by the shoulders, I straddled him. "Fucking you would be my pleasure, Sir."
"Then stop talking and get to it."
I undid his belt buckle, unfastened his trousers. Briefly, my thoughts drifted to the security detail. Could they see us? Of course, they could. They wouldn't be doing their job otherwise. But just as quickly as the thoughts had come, I realized I didn't care. Sir had given me an order, and by god, I'd obey it.
Max teased his palms along my outer thighs before dipping his fingers beneath the hem of my dress. With one deft movement, he ripped away the delicate lace of my panties. The move didn't surprise me in the slightest; he was regularly buying me new ones to replace the ones he ripped. When Sir was in a certain mood, taking the time to remove my undergarments wasn't exactly a tool in his arsenal.
I freed his cock and wrapped my fingers around his satiny hardness. He shivered at my touch, and I shivered at his reaction to my touch. Knowing I could make him do that was the headiest of aphrodisiacs.
One of his hands returned to my hair while the other gripped the base of his erection and held himself at rigid attention. "Get on, little sub. Now. Don't make me tell you again."
"Yes, Sir."
His gaze never wavered as I pushed onto my knees and then lowered to take him slowly inside me. He watched me with unbreakable attention. He made me feel as if I was the heart of his world.
His hard cock stretched me to near bursting, and my breathing turned shallow, erratic. We'd stopped using condoms months ago, after getting clean blood tests and making sure I'd been on a course of birth control pills long enough.
"Sir. God." A whole-body shudder seized me when he was fully inside me, and I nearly came right then and there. He was inside me in every conceivable meaning of the words.
He circled my waist with his hands. "Now ride me," he commanded, voice strained in a way I didn't often hear when he was in Dom mode. "And don't stop until I give you permission. Do I make myself crystal, fucking clear?"
I answered in words and in action. "Yes, Sir," I murmured as I rolled my hips, setting a quick rhythm that would likely send me tumbling over the edge first.
Hips grinding, I cupped his face between my palms and kept my gaze glued to him, and dear god, he watched me right back with a fiery intensity I feared would burn me alive.
"Faster," he ordered. "Harder."
"Yes, Sir."
He dug his fingers into my waist as I rode him with wild abandon.
I closed my eyes and kissed my forehead against his. Our breaths mingled, each one coming faster than the last. I was falling and flying and crashing at the same time, and just when I felt as if I'd come apart in his arms, he released my waist, gathered my hands behind my back, and held me firm.
With nothing more than his hands, Sir bound me—and I rocketed over the edge.
"Siiir! "
The orgasm consumed me. Vaguely, I was aware I was screaming; at least I thought I was screaming, but then Max covered my mouth with his. He swallowed my strangled cries in greedy gulps as he, too, found release.
When it was over, he snuggled me against him, and neither of us moved for a long time. I just lay corpse still and breathed in the pure, male scent of him, a compelling contrast to the clean ocean air.
"Mmm, that wasn't nearly enough of you," he said after a while, an edginess still clinging to his voice. "Not nearly enough, little sub. I already want you again."
"Then take me again, Sir. As many times as you want. I've missed you." I sat, took his face in my hands and just said the thing that had been bothering me too long. "I'm scared of Théo. I won't lie about that, but I'm fighting it. And I'm gonna win. I am. I'm not gonna let that asshole take anything else from me. I'm not. Especially this, Sir. You and I, the way we used to be."
He studied me for a long, torturous moment, and then, almost imperceptibly, something shifted in his expression. I couldn't quite state what, but I saw it as plain as the setting sun on the horizon.
"What's your safe word, my sweet?" he asked.
My heart thrilled. "Fishnet, Sir."
It was our safe word, the one he'd given me early in our relationship. I'd been wearing a fishnet lingerie number when we'd first became lovers, so he'd suggested "fishnet" as an homage to that night.
As soon as the answer left my lips, Max was on his feet, and his mouth was on mine. He carried me in his arms as if I weighed nothing. I wasn't sure how he moved so quickly with me in tow, but he did. He burned so hotly that I felt as if I'd been dropped straight into an active volcano.
I wrapped my legs around him, holding tight to him while also keeping his pants from falling to his ankles. I hadn't realized we'd stepped from the ocean air into the air conditioning until Garrett's voice broke through the heatwave building inside me.
"Is this a private moment? Or is everyone invited?" His voice, despite being somewhere across the vast open spaces of his home, still sent goosebumps racing along my skin.
Max broke our kiss and looked at me. No, he studied me, the question in his eyes unmistakable.
Did I want Garrett and Karen joining us?
Typically, it wouldn't be a question. Sir would simply tell me what would happen, what I'd do—or what I'd have done to me—and I'd happily obey. I loved him and his world of sex without boundaries. Becoming Max's submissive had been a soul-opening experience from our very first night together.
"Whatever you want, Sir," I reminded him. "Whatever you need, Max. I love you."
The smile that touched his lips wasn't the feral smile he usually adopted before ravaging me into oblivion. No, this smile was sweet and undeniably tender.
The words Karen had spoken earlier whispered in my ear. Maxwell Penn loves you more than life itself.
Without looking away from me, Max spoke to his best friend. "No, Garrett. This isn't a private matter. It's a family matter."
"Good." When Garrett spoke again, he was closer. I wasn't sure how close until the warmth of his body made contact.
I flinched, and I hated myself for it. Would it ever stop?
Garrett instantly pulled away, but I reached for him, found his hand and tugged it to my lips.
"Don't go," I said. "It's just, I'm wound so tightly that unexpected touches can startle me, but please, please, don't let my reaction stop you from touching me. Just reassure me it's you, and I'll relax. I promise."
"Okay, love. I can do that." Garrett nuzzled the side of my neck, nipped at it a little for good measure.