She’s going to have bruises. I shake my head as Chloe strains against the straps, but the last thing she needs right now is for me to free her. She’s so very close—to orgasm and to the lesson that lives beyond, if I can get her there in one piece.

Or a million pieces. I grin and curve the fingers in her pussy to catch her g-spot with a little more force.

She goes over before she even realizes she’s going, one long shudder from her forehead to her toes. I tease out the aftershocks with both hands as she cries her pleasure into my once-boring living room.

I wait, stroking easily, the lube working its dastardly, fiery magic on my fingers as Chloe starts to soften. Which isn’t anything I intend to let happen. I lightly stroke the rim of her back hole where most of her nerves live and run my other thumb over her slick clit. She convulses. “No, Eli—I need to stop.”

I don’t think she does. Not for a long time yet. “You have your safewords.”

A long pause, and then an exquisitely frustrated gurgle.

I manage not to laugh out loud. Instead, I put my amusement into the parts of me that are strumming her clit.

The gurgle shifts to a long, liquid moan. I collect up the remnants of her first orgasm and throw them at the spiraling energies of the second. Three decades of fingering exercises have their upsides, and I use all of them to build the layers of her pleasure. This orgasm won’t come quite as easily, and it shouldn’t. I want her to go where I take her, not where her aroused body can practically take itself.

This time, when she comes, it’s not an edge. It’s a wave, one with soft, intense moans and the clenching of her pussy around my thumb. Which is sexy as fuck, and my cock is busy writing sonatas about why he needs a turn in there.

Soon.

Very soon. I slide my fingers out of her pussy and dedicate my whole focus to her ass. Whoever introduced her to anal play clearly did a lousy job, and the next time I dribble lube on her back hole I want the protest to be one of impatience, not lack of desire. I spread her ass cheeks with my fingers, using my thumbs to press the sides of her puckered hole. The skin is red and slick, nicely lubed, and gorgeously enticing.

I circle my thumbs, clockwise and counterclockwise, squeezing the delectable globes of her ass as my thumbs move. I build the pressure in my thumbs, keeping the angles so they press, but don’t penetrate. This isn’t an invasion. It’s a seduction.

Her breathing shifts into soft little pants, her arousal trying to pull her somewhere her body isn’t ready to go. No matter what the romance novels say, orgasm number three requires some serious effort, and I want it to be mine, not hers. I keep up my slow thumb torture until her breathing gets gorgeously ragged and her whole body becomes a lot more pliant.

She’s learning.

I leave her ass to one thumb, pushing in up to the knuckle while my other hand heads back to her pussy. The sound she makes is dark and decadent, teetering right on the edge of surrender. She knows I can take her where she wants to go.

I tease around the edges of her clit, exploring the swollen folds, taking a few dips into her wet heat. She moans, equal parts pleasure and frustration, as I don’t give her quite enough of any one thing to take her over. I keep teasing. Edging’s not really my kink, but I’ll hold her here as long as it takes, because the thing I want her to see is shimmering on the horizon, and be damned if I’m going to take it away from her with my impatience or hers.

A long, jagged breath and her pussy soaks my hand.

I blink, but she hasn’t come—it’s a different edge she’s gone over.

The one where pleasure comes purely from the act of letting go.

Chloe just jumped off her cliff.

Thank fuck.

I run my fingers around her clit, steering clear of the oversensitive tip and squeezing the sides. The thumb in her ass stays still, anchoring her surrender.

Chloe doesn’t make any sound at all as she comes. She barely moves. She just sinks into the puddle of pleasure we’ve built together and lets herself dissolve.

I’m on my knees, cock out of my pants and poised at her entrance before her pussy stops fluttering. I stroke my hand down her back. “Stay exactly like that, sweetheart. I’m going to fuck you until neither of us can walk, and I want you to let me.”

Words for the ears of a gorgeous newbie, even if she’s gone deep enough she probably won’t hear them until we’re done.

I slide in, one hot fast stroke that nearly has me coming inside her. I stop for a minute, warring with my cock for control of the bus while the lube does its damage to my sensitive parts, and let my finger play in her ass. Chloe doesn’t move at all, which strokes my Dom ego almost as nicely as she just stroked my cock.

She’s done fighting. Now I get to show her what lives out the other side.