“Open your eyes.” He pulls out my ponytail holder and smooths my hair over my shoulders. “See what I see. Look at your sweet curves and how perfectly my hand fits over them.” He strokes his hand down my side, in and out of my waist and over my hips. “So soft,” he whispers.

My eyes flutter open just as his fingers graze my stomach and brush over my mound. “Love these curls and what you’ve got hiding underneath.” He spreads his legs farther, opening me obscenely wide, and I turn into his shoulder and try to press my legs together.

“No.” His voice drops to a husky growl, and he turns my head back to the mirror. “I want you open when you’re with me. I like to see how wet you are, and know you’re wet for me. And I want you to see it too.” He strokes his finger along my folds, spreading my wetness up and around my clit; then he parts me wide with his fingers and whispers in my ear. “This is where I’m gonna be. I’m gonna be inside your hot, wet pussy, taking you so high you’ll be begging me to come, and when I take you there we’ll both watch you come all over my hand.”

“I can’t.” My voice drops to a murmur. “I can’t watch.”

Ray’s hand drifts down to cup my sex, his fingers rubbing, stroking through my soaked folds until I whimper. Then he works his fingers inside, deliciously deep, making me arch as his free hand toys with my breasts.

“You can, and you will.” His voice rasps in my ear. “You like to watch. I can feel it here”—he curls his fingers inside me and pulses against my sensitive inner tissue—“and I can see it here.” He rolls my peaked nipple, and then cups my breast and squeezes.

Oh God, he’s right. But it feels so wrong. So naughty. So deliciously bad. “I’ve never watched before.” I swallow past the lump in my throat. “But…I want to watch you fuck me.”

He growls softly, then lifts me, his hands tight on my hips, and pulls me down over his cock, one slow, thick inch at a time.

“Ah ah ah.” My body tenses as he stretches me, fills me, and my gaze is riveted to his thick, ribbed shaft sliding between my folds. Heat pools in my belly and I moan at what has to be the most arousing sight I have ever seen—Ray’s dark head bending over me, his lips pressed to my temple, his thick, muscular arms dark against my pale skin, holding me safe. Lowering my gaze, I watch his thigh muscles bunch and flex as he lowers me another inch, and my legs bare and smooth, twined around his calves.

“You good?” He looks up and I melt under the heat of his gaze in the mirror. Dark. Carnal. A reflection of my own inner desire.

“More.” I shift my hips, try to lever myself up, but he must have chosen this position for a reason. No matter what I do, I have to take what he gives me and no more.

“Ray…please.”

He hisses out a breath and pushes in another inch. “Tell me what you want. Use the dirtiest words you know.”

“I want your cock in my pussy. Buried deep inside me, right to the hilt. I want you to fuck me while I watch. Hard and rough. I want bruises on my skin tomorrow so I can remember tonight, and every time I move I want to remember you were inside me.”

“Anything you want, you can have from me.” Ray’s arms shake as he eases me down a little more and he slides to the edge of the bench, until my feet are on the floor. “Take it. Take what you need.”

So I do. With one downward thrust, I take him all in, as far as he will go, watching his thick, ridged cock sliding between my folds, flushed and wet in the mirror. And then I ease up and slam down again. But it isn’t nearly enough. Not enough force. Not enough pressure. And I am too free. Unrestrained. Untethered.

I take him one more time, sliding over his thick shaft, and a groan rips from my throat as the sharp movements jerk my piercing, setting off a cascade of lightning bolts that sizzle straight to my clit.

“I can’t do this anymore.” I pant my words. “I need—”

“I know what you need.” He toys with my piercing and my pussy tightens around him. “The way this makes you feel…I should make you feel. Only me.” He tugs on the ring in my nipple and growls when my nipple peaks. “You don’t need these, Sia. I can make you feel more than they ever will.”

He slides his free hand up to my neck and closes his hand around my throat with a gentle, unyielding pressure, forcing my head back against his chest as he rocks inside me.

Arousal crashes over me in a thunderous wave. I am possessed. Controlled. Dominated by the subtle threat of his hand and the rhythmic thrust of his cock.

“Hands behind you, around my neck. Clasp them together and don’t let go. Open yourself to me.”

Drunk with lust, I do as he asks. Although I have never been so exposed, I feel no fear. His hand on my throat makes me feel perversely safe. As I watch in the mirror, his dark fingers splayed across my throat, the careful way he watches my reaction, his strong body supporting mine, I am struck by the intense beauty of the moment. Dark and light intertwined. We are the yin and yang on his fight shorts, now abandoned in the corner.

Ray slides his free hand over my hips and strokes his finger gently over my clit, over and over, his touch as light as a butterfly wing until I can think of nothing but the relentless build of pressure in my core.

With his hand still around my throat, he tilts my head back and kisses me, a full open-mouthed kiss as he drags me down onto his cock for another thrust. Before I can catch my breath, he pinches my clit. My body tenses, then convulses. I squeeze my eyes shut as moisture floods my sex and the orgasm thunders over me. With a breath, I scream into Ray’s mouth.