Colleen lay facedown on the bed, panting because every time Tristan pushed into her, he filled her to the point where she could barely breathe. Her head spun with each shove into her, a deep pleasure and friction that encompassed her whole mind.
“Say it,” he said, his voice low in his throat like a threat. “Tell me you’re my good girl.”
She bit her lip and stretched her back as he stroked into her, a smooth undulation that ended with his hips pushing on her ass.
His hands moved up to her shoulders, holding her like he was screwing her whole body as he moved.
Tension spiraled inside her, tightening her.
“Say it,” he hissed beside her ear, leaning over her back as he pumped into her. “Say you’re my good girl.”
“Um—”
How could she say that when he was screwing her right there, from behind? She wasn’t good. She shouldn’t be doing this. But it felt so good, and she didn’t want him to stop.
“Say it,” he insisted. “You’re my good girl. Such a good girl. You’re sexy as hell, lying there on the bed with your ass cheeks spread whilst I take you.”
When he’d pulled back, he ran his finger around where he was still inside her, and he used that slick finger to draw circles on her asshole.
New sensations coiled in her body and rushed to her head.
“Good girls take it in the ass,” he said, his touch firming on her butt. “But we’ll start with just this. I want to take your ass with my finger. Tell me a color.”
“Green,” Colleen panted, scared as heck.
“Good girl. Push back,” he said as the pressure on her asshole became harder and shoved into her there, too. “Good girl. Take it in the ass. Someday, I’ll take your ass and use a toy on you and have you two ways. I want to own every part of you. I’ll make you mine.”
His finger pushed down on his cock inside her, grinding it against her clit from the inside as he moved.
He was pushing and pulling his finger slowly, but his hips bucked into her sharply. “You’re my good girl, and you’ll do anything I want, won’t you? You want it, too, but you don’t dare admit it because you’re a good girl. You want me to ram your ass with my finger, and you want me to take you harder, don’t you?”
He was slamming into her pussy and penetrating her ass, and the sensations built, squeezed her inside, and she thought her body was going to rip itself apart. But she burst through, the pleasure rushing through her in a blast that twisted her back and swirled in her skull.
Wild bliss filled her and subsided slowly, like a tide leaving a beach over hours.
When her eyes fluttered open, Tristan was holding her, his arms wrapped around her. A towel was wrapped around one of his hands.
Colleen pressed her fist to her temple. “I think I died.”
He chuckled. “Probably not too much.”
“They’re going to be waiting for us.” She gestured vaguely in the direction of the rest of the boat. “They’ll know.”
“Maybe.”
She started to struggle up, but Tristan pulled her back down. “Stay. Stay for just a minute.”
“But they’ll—”
“I don’t care.” He tucked her beside his body and draped her arm over his chest.
Colleen squeezed him and wrapped one of her legs around his.
That was how she felt him sigh.
It was a deep sigh, not a little Ah, like Isn’t that nice, but a deep, soul-level, “Oh.”
“Everything okay?” she asked from where she was crushed against his side.
“Yeah,” he said. “Aftercare is important. Aftercare is just—really important.”
“I’m okay. That was great.”
He didn’t let go. “No, stay. Aftercare is important.”