By the time we leave the beach, I'm aching to make Lacey come again. She's fucking adorable and the way she groans as I slide my hands to her cute ass is fucking tempting.

Damn, she looks good in that polka-dot bikini. I spend the walk back to the house thinking of what I want to do to her. She's still smiling, her expression the picture of satisfaction.

All that ugly shit dragging her down is gone.

After I lead her into the house, she cinches her towel around her waist. Her eyes move around the room. "You mind if I shower?"

"No." I consider inviting myself, but I need the time to think of how to get my cock, heart, and head to compromise. I'm not good at compromise and neither are any of my body parts.

Her smile is a little awkward, like she's worried about overstaying her welcome. Still, she turns and trots up the stairs.

I leave my towel on the deck outside to dry. And there's my cell on the counter.

With an email from Mom.

Hey Malcolm, I'm sorry to cancel so late, but we won't be able to Skype tomorrow. We're going into the city for some checkups and it's going to take all day. But we'll talk next week.

I can't wait to see you, Piper, and Ethan when we return.

Love you,

Mom

Fuck, we didn't even talk and she's still managing to reject me.

I'm not sure why I expect anything different. I can't fucking help it. I push the phone aside and I use the shower in the downstairs bathroom. The hot water rinses off the salt and the sand. It gets most of the thoughts weighing me down.

Lacey wants more than vanilla sex. Her eyes light up when I mention bondage or pain.

Truth be told, my bark is a hell of a lot more than my bite. The reputation that precedes me is overinflated.

I enjoy tying women up. I enjoy having them at my mercy, being the one in charge of their pleasure. There's something intoxicating about being in control. Fuck, I like it all—issuing orders, using ropes, spanking, smacking asses with riding crops—

But it's not my usual thing. It's a toy. A value-add. I enjoy pinning a woman to the wall and fucking her brains out as much as I enjoy tying her to my bed and getting her screaming my name.

I don't need control, but, with the right woman, I enjoy it.

Lacey is holding on to some baggage that's adding shame where it shouldn't be. I don't know how to handle that.

If she wants to try this, I'm more than happy to be the one to introduce her.

But I have to do it right. Slowly. Carefully.

I have to make sure she trusts me and I have to make sure I trust her.

By the time I step out of the shower, I have an idea. I get everything I need, bring it to the bedroom, and dress.

A few minutes later, she steps out of the bathroom, a towel cinched around her chest. The soft blue light of twilight falls over the contours of her face.

It highlights the fire in her dark eyes.

She presses her lips together as her gaze goes to the blindfold on the dresser. "Is that for me?"

"If you want."

She moves close enough to pick it up and examine it. She's slow about running her fingers over the satin fabric. "I've never done anything but vanilla."

"I'm not going to start with tying you to the bed and eating you out until you pass out."

Her pupils dilate. Her expression screams why not?

It's a good point. My cock is certainly on board with that idea.

I need to test her here. "Drop the towel."

"Now?"

I nod.

Slowly, she uncinches it and drops it on the floor.

She's fucking beautiful. Somewhere between slim and muscular, with slight curves, perky tits, and long, strong legs.

Her cheeks flush as I stare.

She presses her knees together.

Sinks her teeth into her bottom lip.

She looks up at me. "Mal…" Why aren't you touching me?

"Turn around."

She rubs her ass against my crotch as she does it.

I slide one arm around her waist and hold her body against mine. With my free hand, I push her wet hair to one shoulder.

I release her to pick up the blindfold. My fingers skim her temples as I pull it onto her face. I take my time running my fingertips down her neck, over her shoulders, along her chest.

She lets out a soft sigh, grinding her ass against my crotch. She's soft and eager and even with these jeans in the way, her flesh feels like heaven.

My cock begs me to bend her over the dresser and take her right here.

Fuck. It's tempting. I lean down to brush my lips against her neck.

A soft moan rolls off her lips. She arches her back to press her ass against me. When her flesh brushes my hard-on, her moan gets louder.

She wants me inside her.

More than I want it, even.

Fuck, the low, heavy sound of her groan is making a compelling argument. Blood is fleeing my brain at an alarming rate. But this is what I want—neither of us thinking.

Both of us in our bodies.

I take my time working my hands down her chest. Her groans run together as my fingertips gets closer to her nipples. She needs me working her, but she needs the anticipation more.

She arches her back as I draw a circle around her nipple, close to touching it but not giving in.

She lets out a heavy sigh as I do the same to her other breast.

As I cup her, brushing my thumbs a quarter inch from where she needs them.

"Mal," she whines. "Please."

"Please?"

"Touch me." She rubs her ass against my crotch. "Please…" Her voice is soft, eager.

I tease her until her inhales are hitching in the back of her throat and her exhales are sharp.

When I finally bring my thumbs to her nipples, she lets out a heavy sigh of pleasure. Her knees press together. Her back arches as she presses her neck against my lips.

Her tits are the perfect size for my hands and they respond to my fingers like they were built for them.

I toy with her every way I can. I brush her nipple with my thumb. I rub her, hard. I draw circles on her nipple. I test out every finger, every speed, every pressure.

I pinch her softly.

Then harder.

Then hard enough to hurt. That gets me the loudest groan. I try again, to be sure.

I pinch her, hard.

"Mal…" Her groan is equal parts pleasure and pain. "Fuck."

I do it again.

Again.

I do it until she's rocking against me so hard I can't take it. I'm not about to come in my fucking jeans. Not when she's eager and pliable and desperate to take me.

My lips brush her neck as I bring my mouth to her ear. "Turn to your left."

She takes an unsteady step towards the left.

"Two steps forward."

She swallows hard, but she takes the two steps forward. She trusts me to lead her. I have to see how much she trusts me with her body.

"A half step."

Her knee brushes against the comforter as she moves forward.

"Sit on the bed."

She turns and takes a seat. Her knees press together. Her fingers dig into her thighs. She wants to come. She wants to be fucked. She wants whatever I'm willing to give her.

I let my voice drop to that demanding tone. "Spread your legs, baby."

She presses her knees apart. Fuck. That's beautiful. She's soft and pink and she's fucking soaked.

"You always get that wet?"

"No." Something edges into her voice—some ugly place that hurts. "I usually… Just no."

Her expression twists. Even with the blindfold covering her eyes, I can see it. That shame is back.

But why?

My head fights with my cock. It wants to know where she hurts. It wants to fix it. Or maybe that's my heart. Either way, my cock doesn't give a flying fuck.

It wants her cunt pulsing around it as she comes.

It wants to bring her all the pleasure in the fucking universe.

I can get her to talk now, but it's not right. I need to wait until we're both on even ground.

I need to take whatever it is that's hurting her and destroy it.

I pick up the bucket of ice. "You only get that wet for me, baby?"

Her shoulders relax. Her thighs clench. She lets out a soft sigh. "Yes."

"Lie back down. Keep your legs where they are."

"Mal…" Her voice breaks into a needy whine.

It's fucking music.

Slowly, she lowers herself onto her back.

I position my body between hers. I'm too tall or this bed is too short. Either way, I can't fuck her in this position.

Lacey groans as I nudge her legs apart. Her back arches. Her lips part with a sigh.

She's right where I want her.

I take an ice cube and hold it over her stomach.

She shudders as a drop of freezing water hits her skin. Then another. Another.

Slowly, I bring the cube to the spot just above her belly button and I run it up the center line of her body until it's nothing but melted water.

She clutches at the sheets, her hips bucking, her knees pressing against my outer thighs.

This time, I start at the spot just below her belly button and I draw a line up to her breast. She shudders with a heavy groan as the ice brushes against her nipple.

"Fuck," she breathes.

I lean down to suck the ice off her skin. She reaches up to tug at my hair, pulling my body onto hers, pulling hard enough to hurt.

Her groan echoes through the room.

"Mal…" It's a plea. Not for anything, but for everything.

I can't give her much besides pleasure, but I can give her a fucking lot of pleasure.

I pull back enough to grab another ice cube. She shudders with that mix of hurt and ecstasy as I drag it up her stomach and over her other nipple. This time, I wait until she's sinking her teeth into her lip to bring my mouth to her breast and lap up the melted ice.

She groans as I flick my tongue against her tender bud.

As I suck softly.

Then harder.

Then hard enough she yelps.

I scrape my teeth against her.

She tugs at my hair as she lets out that half-agony, half-ecstasy groan. She likes pain. Maybe only this much. Maybe more. I'm going to find out, but not right now.

Now, I need to taste her.

I drag my lips to her other nipple and toy with it until she's digging her nails into my back.

Slowly, I drag my lips down her chest and stomach, below her belly button.

She shudders as I plant a soft kiss on her inner thigh.

As I work my way up her leg.

"Mal…" Lacey's breath hitches. She digs her hand into my hair and holds on like it's a lifeline.

I nip at the skin of her inner thigh. "You want to come on my face, baby?"

Her yes is a low groan that demands every ounce of my attention.

Right now, she isn't thinking about anything ugly. She isn't thinking anything but I need him.

Right now, she needs me more than she needs anything.

The power of it is intoxicating.

I move to her other leg, plant a kiss on the inside of her knee, and work my way up her inner thigh.

She shudders.

Almost.

Her breath hitches.

My lips brush her clit.

Her groan is poetry. Her groan is an offer of all her attention in exchange for all of mine.

Some part of me demands more, but it fades away as I flick my tongue against her clit. This makes sense. It's clear. It's fun.

No one risks their heart getting torn to shreds.

I dig my fingers into her thighs and pin them to the bed. No thinking. Not now.

Lacey groans as I lick her with steady strokes. She arches her back to press her cunt against my lips. She tastes fucking good and her eagerness sends that last remaining bit of blood to my cock.

Every part of me is heavy with that mix of anticipation and power.

Her orgasm is mine.

Her body is mine.

Only for now, but now is all I can offer. That means it's all I can take.

I sink to my knees. My fingers curl around her thighs. I pull her body closer as I taste every inch of her.

She groans as I work my way down and up again.

My mouth gets every fucking inch of her.

Lacey is writhing under me. Her breath is a mix of sharp inhales and heavy grunts of exhales. With one hand, she tugs at my hair. With the other, she claws at my shoulder. The sharp burst of pain spurs me on. That's need. Desperation.

That's fucking beautiful.

I work my way to her clit and I lick her with soft, slow strokes. I get harder and faster, until her breath hitches in that way that screams that's it.

It only takes a few flicks of my tongue to push her to the edge. Her thighs shake. Her stomach tenses. Her nails dig into my skin hard enough to draw blood.

She groans. "Mal, please…"

I flick my tongue against her, just enough to push her a little closer to the edge.

Her groan is agony as much as it's ecstasy.

I do it again.

Again.

"Mal…" Her breath hitches. Her hands knot in my hair.

She's at her limit. I pull back enough to blow cool air over her clit. Fuck, I can feel the ache in her core. I can feel her need in the way she's shaking.

In one swift motion, I pin her legs to the bed, I bring my mouth to her clit, and I suck hard.

"Fuck. Mal. Fuck." She groans my name again and again as she comes.

I can feel her orgasm in the way she pulses against my lips. I can taste it. I can see that pleasure spreading all over her face.

That blindfold is still over her eyes.

She really fucking trusts me. The feeling of it washes over me. My cock is hard enough to cut diamonds, but that feeling of her trust is stronger than my need to come.

I drag my hands up her thighs as I push myself to my feet. "You want my cock inside you, baby?"

She groans a yes.

I toss my t-shirt over my head, pull a condom from my jeans, and push them off my hips. "Get on your hands and knees."

This time her yes isn't a word at all. She pushes herself into position then moves back, towards me.

Her back arches, bringing her ass into the air.

Her fingers squeeze the sheets as I drag my fingertips up her calves. God, the way she shakes and groans—

She's so fucking reactive.

It's too much fun teasing her.

I step out of my jeans and undo the condom wrapper. Lacey perks at the sound of the foil. She arches her back to lift her ass.

She lets out that sound that can only mean please.

I roll the condom on then bring my hands to her hips.

Slowly, I bring her body onto mine.

My tip strains against her.

Then it's one delicious inch at a time.

Fuck.

She lets out a sigh of pleasure as I slide inside her.

My groan is so low and heavy the room shakes. "Fuck, you feel good."

"Mal…" She pushes back to take me deeper.

I pull back enough to fill her with a hard thrust.

It makes her shudder.

I do it again.

Again.

Until she's clutching at the sheets.

Pleasure spreads out through my limbs.

I let go of my last bit of concern for where this is going. I let go of my thoughts. I let go of everything but my body.

My fingers dig into her hips.

My cock drives into her.

She swivels her hips in this figure eight that drives me out of my fucking mind.

Fuck.

One hand slides between her legs and stokes her hard and fast.

"Mal… Fuck." She rocks her hips in that same motion.

I let her lead my hand. I let her lead, period.

My eyelids press together.

I hold off until I can feel her pulsing with an orgasm. Until my name is rolling off her tongue again and again.

And I let go.

With my next thrust, I come. My cock pulses. She rocks me through my orgasm, her ass in the air, her hips making that perfect figure eight.

Once I've spilled every drop, I untangle our bodies and take care of the condom.

Lacey scoots up on the bed and pulls off her blindfold. Her eyes go straight to me. They're filled with something beyond the satisfaction of a fuck.

With something I want.

For once, I don't question it.

I collapse onto the bed next to her and pull her body into mine.