Submitting: A Mischief Erotica Collection. Justine Elyot

me. What the hell? Just because I’d played along with her D/s game didn’t mean I couldn’t hold my own.

      ‘Are you saying no?’ I asked. ‘No, you don’t want me to fuck you?’

      She was silent.

      The atmosphere between us was electric. I could almost feel the charged particles fizzing the hairs at my nape.

      Where was this going?

      Had I screwed it up for us? Whatever this crazy thing was we had going on, was this the end? Should I have just shut up and handled the pain of not coming?

      ‘Damian,’ she whispered, uncurling her fists and setting her hands flat on my shoulders.

      A small kernel of hope popped inside me. It was the first time she’d used my name when we’d been alone like this. ‘Say it again.’

      ‘What?’

      I pulled on her hair, just a little. ‘My name. Say my name.’

      She gasped, a small puff of air that collided with my lips. ‘Damian.’

      I allowed myself a small smile of triumph. The way she’d said ‘Damian’ went straight to a place in the very core of me; it melted a piece of my heart that had been kept in the dark for a long time.

      ‘Tell me you want this,’ I whispered. ‘Now.’

      Again she was silent.

      I sensed a hundred arguments flashing through her mind.

      She pressed her lips together.

      ‘Tanya…’ I slipped my hand from her arse to between her legs. I pressed on the gusset of her panties. Oh, yes, they were damp, more than damp. She was wet, wet and ready for me to fuck her. ‘Be my sub, just once, try it on for size.’ I circled the material over her clit, stimulating her with small movements the way I knew she liked.

      ‘Yes.’

      I stilled for a moment. Had I heard her right?

      ‘Don’t…stop…’ she said. ‘Do it. Fuck me, Damian, the way you would if you weren’t my sub. If you didn’t obey me. Just…fuck me.’

      I didn’t need telling twice.

      I found the hooks at the front of her corset that held it together, released the top one and was thrilled when the others followed suit. It fell to the floor.

      Her pale breasts spilled free, and I caught them in both hands.

      She moaned and tipped her head back, as though offering herself to me.

      And I was happy to take, take it all.

      I licked up her cleavage and then circled first her right, then her left nipple. I wasn’t rough but I wasn’t gentle either and I was encouraged by her hands slotting into my hair and tugging.

      I moaned, delighting in the candy-floss flavour of her skin.

      ‘Damian,’ she said again, as though knowing hearing her say it turned me on. ‘Damian.’

      I straightened and caught her in my arms, spun her to the table, and plonked her arse on it. My phone skittered to the left, and a pen pot was knocked over.

      I didn’t care.

      ‘These,’ I said, gripping the waistband of her knickers, ‘have to go.’

      I yanked, my mind intent on only one thing – getting access.

      The lace ripped at the seams and shredded.

      She gasped and jerked.

      ‘I’ll buy you more.’ My cock was straining, fit to burst. Spending a few thousand on knickers suited me at this moment.

      I stepped between her legs, and she wrapped them around my waist.

      I positioned myself at her entrance. We’d fucked many times, in every position she could dream up. But this was different, this was me in charge. I’d chosen to put her on my desk and fuck her this way. I wasn’t going down on her, or following instructions, this was how I, my body, my greedy dick wanted it…now.

      Small crescents of discomfort attacked my shoulders. I realised it was her fingernails digging into me as she waited for me to plunge.

      ‘Ah…yeah, baby…’ I grinned.

      She was on edge, desperate for it, at my mercy.

      I’ve longed for this. Without knowing it.

      I cupped her nape, slid my other hand around her waist. In my arms like this, with her hot thighs around my torso, had there ever been a more perfect woman – anyone more perfect for me?

      The dampness of her entrance kissed my glans. I pushed forward, just an inch, allowing the heat to surround my tip.

      She moaned and clamped herself closer, her attention set on my eyes.

      I stared at the blue flecks around her irises that had turned to the colour of the sky at midnight. Desire radiated between us. I could smell her arousal and mine. Heat surrounded us.

      ‘Do you want me?’ I asked.

      Fuck, I can’t hold off much longer.

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘Tell me.’ I pressed my forehead to hers, our noses touching. ‘Tell me you want me, that you’re mine.’

      ‘I want you so much. Damian. It’s only you…I’m yours.’

      ‘And this is more than a game.’ I eased into her pussy, not full depth but enough to feel her tightness gripping my shaft.

      ‘Ahh…’ She breathed out. ‘Yes, more…more than a game…fuck me more.’

      I gave in to it. I forged forwards, full depth, until my balls bashed up against her.

      The desk creaked, the files shifted beneath her arse.

      She buried her face in the curve of my neck and clung to me. I held her tighter and stilled, relishing the moment of claiming not just her pussy but also her.

      For the first time I’d entered her on my terms. This was me fucking her. Taking her. Not that I hadn’t had fun before, being her fuck-toy, but now…now I was going to make her mine.

      ‘Jesus, you feel so good,’ I said into her hair.

      She slid her hands around my back and pulled me closer still, so our chests were tightly lodged together.

      ‘Hold on,’ I whispered.

      She did.

      I withdrew, pushed back in. Set up a crazy, wild, primitive pace that drove the air from our lungs. I couldn’t get deep enough, go fast enough, get close enough. I was consumed by lust, by her. Everything else in my life, in the universe, faded away.

      Tanya was all that existed.

      Her desperate groans and grunts had my climax hovering. But I wanted her to come, too. I pressed my body over her clit each time I rode in, dragging on it, stimulating it.