Page 109 of What Comes Around

I whimpered as his mouth found mine again. My lips parted for him, my body yielding as he forced a third finger inside. The stretch made my breath catch, my fingers tightening against his shoulders.

“You’re going to choke my cock,” he whispered. “Aren’t you? Your pussy is so greedy, squeezing me so tight.”

A broken cry escaped me.

He leaned closer, his mouth brushing my ear, his breath hot against my skin.

“Do you want me to fuck you,” he murmured, “to give us both what we need?”

I nodded, unable to speak.

His hand tightened in my hair, forcing my head back.

“That’s not enough,” he said quietly. “Give me your words.”

My pulse thundered in my ears.

“I want you to pin me down,” I whispered. “Force your way inside. I’d beg you to stop, but you wouldn’t. Because it would be yours to take.”

He went completely still.

His fingers stopped moving inside me as he pulled back just enough to see my face clearly.

His eyes searched mine, dark and intense, making sure. Not assuming.

“Do you want to play?” he asked.

My throat tightened, but I didn’t look away.

“Yes.”

His forehead pressed to mine, his breathing rough.

“Ashley,” he murmured, voice low and strained. “If we’re doing this… we’re doing it right.”

I swallowed, nodding.

“‘No’ doesn’t mean no. ‘Stop’ doesn’t mean stop. You know that.”

“I know.”

“So you need a word,” he said. “A real one. Something you’ll use if you want me to actually stop. Not slow down. Not change. Stop.”

The seriousness in his voice sent a shiver through me.

Not fear.

Anticipation.

“Choose something you won’t say by accident.”

I thought for a moment, breath unsteady. “Red.”

His eyes flicked with approval. “Good. If you say ‘red,’ everything stops. Immediately. No questions.”

I nodded again.

“And if you need me to ease up, but not stop,” he added, “you say ‘yellow.’ That means you’re overwhelmed, but still in it.”