“Oh baby, you asked for it.” I knelt on the bed beside her, my cock hard and heavy. Keeping my eyes on her face, I reached down to dip into the damp heat between her legs. She was already dripping. I pressed my tongue to her inner thigh then moved over to her hip.

Zoe trembled as my lips forged a path through the valleys and plains of her body. When she reached for me, I pinned her wrists down to the bed and sucked her delicate skin into my mouth.

“Ah! I love what you’re—oooh—doing, Nathan, but you’re already losing. You’re just a natural dominant.”

But was she a natural submissive? Hmmm. She’d been right before; I did want to punish her. For getting too close, for questioning me, for invading my home and heart.

“You can’t do it,” she taunted, her breath hitching as I closed my lips around her nipple. “I knew it.”

I rose up onto my knees. “You know, I’ve got better things for you to do with that bratty mouth of yours.” Swiftly I straddled her chest and held the shiny head of my cock to her lips.

She stared at me, unmoving with her mouth curving up slightly, and I wished I could hear the thoughts racing through her head.

“Zoe, you might think I’m a power-happy bastard, but I’d never force you. Now, I want—ungh!” I broke off with a groan as her smooth little fingers reached up to tease the underside of my balls.

Devilish delight danced in her eyes. “I’m sorry, what did you want?” she asked, stroking me.

My swollen dick was so close to her lips that she brushed it when she spoke. I arched my back as her hot breath washed over me, pleasure zapping through my lower abdomen. She pinched and I let out a gasp. Oh Jesus Christ, that felt good. My eyes closed as I fought to get some control back. I had to be honest with her.

I held my twitching erection in my hand to keep it steady. “I want you to suck my cock, Zoe. I want your hot little mouth around me until I come down your throat.”

Her lips parted in surprise. Then… she licked them. We were both breathing heavily from arousal, tension, and sheer sensory overload.

“Are you conceding victory?” she asked. “You just can’t give up power, can you?”

“I could if I wanted to,” I clarified. “Right now I’d rather fuck your mouth. If you want to consider that dominant, then I guess I concede.”

In lieu of a response, she stuck her tongue out and tasted the glistening tip of my rock hard dick.

Motherfuck!

“More,” I commanded. I thrust my hips forward gently, but she met my challenge head on—so to speak. Her hands went to my ass. She pressed her lips together, then opened her mouth in a pout and pulled me to her. As I disappeared, an inch at a time, her pupils grew larger and her hips squirmed beneath me.

“Is this the kind of punishment you mean, Zoe?”

“Mmph.”

I felt a moment of bereft agony as she pushed me back out in order to sass me. “Maybe more for you. You’ll be the one screaming.”

Voraciously, she swallowed my cock.

Her fingernails dug into my ass, her hunger making me flinch. Did she have no gag reflex? Holy shit, I could feel the back of her throat rubbing against me. In and out, back and forth. She pushed and I withdrew; she pulled and I thrust. Silent but for the low grunts and whimpers rising in our throats, we spent a luxurious, intense few minutes there like that. Soon my balls were tightening, but she remained pliant and responsive. She was right—I was close to screaming.

In a split second, I changed my mind.

So quickly did I pull out that her teeth rasped over me, making my eyes cross. Control, control, had to get it back. I braced my hands on either side of her and brought my legs together between the open vee of her thighs.

“Nathan, what? Did I—oh!” Her head rocked back against the bed as I penetrated her.

“Yes,” I hissed in relief, ramming into her. This was so much better. “Take my cock,” I snarled at her. “You’re a bad little girl for teasing me. Deep down, I think you want to be punished.”

She cried out wordlessly, her ankles crossing over my hamstrings. Tilting up as much as she could to meet every thrust, she pushed up against me. It took only a sliver of time and space before I was ready to come.

With a sudden burst of force she rolled us over.

Her knees clamped down on my hips as she rose up a few inches then drove down on my cock, deep and true. Hot, filthy words spilled from both of our mouths as she pressed her palms into my chest and rode me to the edge, grinding herself against my pelvic bone.

“Nathan, come! Please, come with me!” I was helpless against her plea and the unyielding embrace of her pussy.

I shot up into her, my hands flying up to squeeze her bouncing tits. With surprisingly strong fingers, she pried them off and pressed my arms back to the bed. At the same time she was contracting around my pulsing cock, our push and pull of earlier being mimicked inside her tight, young body. For one brief, brainless moment I wished I could knock her up, watch that sweet body swell up…

“Agh!” Like the finale of a fireworks show, my last spurts were intense and spectacular.

What the fuck was that?

Panting, she dropped her head onto my heaving chest. “That, Nathan, was what I think they call a power exchange.” She tilted her pink face up to kiss me sloppily, then giggled into my neck.

I was speechless. Well, almost. “Motherfucker.”

Still nestled inside her, I felt her quiver around me as she burst out laughing.

“What’s so funny?” I asked, my hands rubbing up and down her back.

“Nothing.” She snuffled and sighed, then started to move—

“No.” Like a total pansy, I wanted to remain buried inside her for just another moment. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close.

She pushed up on her hands a little to look me in the eye. “I think you just submitted to me, Mister Grey. Does this mean I get to use the flogger on you, now?”

I groaned. “That fucking book.”

It was both the bane of men’s existence and the gift that kept on giving, with women wanting to experiment with a little kink. I thought back to the regrettable meeting wherein we discussed it. We had to institute “the hot seat” after that, so we wouldn’t scream at each other.

“If I was Christian Grey,” I pointed out, “you would have already packed your things after I spanked you.”

Zoe grinned. “I may be inexperienced, but I’m not naïve. I knew what we were doing.”

I wasn’t sure I knew what we were doing anymore. Right now I was on the bottom—a position I wasn’t used to. I’d just experienced the most explosive climax of my life, and I was still weak in its wake.

Punishment, pleasure, power—it was all mixed up. Plus, the warm weight of her body and the aftermath of my orgasm were making me drowsy.

“Is this the part where you leave me because you want ‘more’ and I only know how to fuck hard?” I joked, nearly swallowing her head in an uncontrollable yawn.

I didn’t really think she’d leave. I hoped she wouldn’t leave, anyhow. I blinked, trying to stay awake, but my eyes felt so heavy…

“No, Nathan,” Zoe said softly as she slithered off me. “This is the part where I leave you wanting more.” She kissed my lips and pulled a blanket over me.

As I drifted into unconsciousness, one thought bubbled up in my mind.

Shit just got complicated.