Surrender to Fire: Maison Chronicles, Book 3 by Skylar Kade Page B

that. Grabbing one wrist, he pulled her from the wall, twisted her arm behind her and walked her from the bathroom to the bed.
    “God,” she whispered. Her nipples tightened to diamond-like points.
    Yes, she loved submission. Being manhandled, talked dirty to, played like the finest Stradivarius just did it for her. He pushed her face down on the bed, then lightly smacked her ass. “Hands and knees.”
    She obeyed with sinuous movements that about undid the last of his control. He ached to bury himself in her tight pussy once more, but with her spread out like a feast, all for him, he somehow found the control to slow down. He curved around her body. “You want me to fuck you, right, sweetheart?”
    Her “Yes, Sir” ended on a desperate whimper.
    His hand burrowed between her legs, sliding across her pussy lips, bumping against her clit, then moving away from it before she could orgasm. He could see how closely she rode the edge. “Are you going to come for me?”
    Camille nodded frantically into the bedspread, her hair sliding across her back to part on either side of her face. He bit the tender skin of her neck as he thrust one finger inside her. She clenched around him and cried out. Goose bumps pricked across her skin.
    His balls tightened at her response. Some submissives played it close to their chests with a new Dominant, muting their reactions as if that would be more enticing. And, he supposed, some Doms loved the chase. He, on the other hand, reveled in Camille’s openness. Her unfettered arousal was more erotic than any restraint she could fake. Doing an orgasm-denial scene with her would be incredible to see. Not tonight, though—no, he wanted her to come hard and often, and give it all to him.
    His fingers curved against her G-spot and she writhed under him. “What…”
    Again, he brushed against that knot of nerves and her elbows collapsed onto the bed, thrusting her ass higher in the air. “That’s your G-spot, sweetheart. Feels good, hmm?”
    She babbled—“Yes, ah, more, don’t stop”—and each breath made him harder. If he didn’t take her soon, he might just come all over her sweet ass. Not that he’d object to marking her with his come at some point, but tonight he wanted to feel her cunt squeeze around him—again—as she flew apart. He wanted to fill her with his seed so deeply that she wouldn’t easily forget about him.
    Taken aback by his flash of possessiveness, he stumbled off the bed and took a few deep, settling breaths while he slipped on another condom.
    Even with that little bit of time to settle down, he couldn’t deny the soul-deep desire to be memorable.
    Setting aside that ridiculous instinct, he instead lost himself in the view. Her ass arched up, her thighs splayed open, exposing her spread pussy and her tight little asshole. The thought of taking her there, watching her squirm on his cock as she accepted his girth, shredded his resolve.
    He wanted to spend hours feasting on her body, bringing her to orgasm with his fingers and mouth, tasting her come on his lips. He’d settle for piquing her arousal and bringing her right to the edge, then fucking her senseless.
    Kneeling at the edge of the bed, bringing himself right to eye level with her spread thighs, he pulled her ass cheeks farther apart and watched her little rosebud clench. “Don’t move, sweetheart,” he ordered.
    “What is it with you and holding still?” she groused.
    He smacked her inner thigh. “Because it drives you crazy. Mental bondage is so much harder than physical.” He scored his nails down the back of her legs. “After all, you have the imminent threat of punishment hanging over you, just for moving.”
    A trail of arousal slipped down her thigh. He swiped at it, then brought the finger to his mouth. “Delicious. And you obviously love the idea, or you wouldn’t be so wet.”
    A tortured groan vibrated through her. With his thumbs, he spread her lips to expose that tight bundle of