“Yes, Master. If it pleases you.” She grinned up at him.

He pulled her up onto his lap and lay back. She straddled him and kissed him lazily. For a while that satisfied him, but when she wriggled against his groin, and his cock started to stiffen, he grabbed her hips and guided her to grind against his jean-covered erection. When had he zipped his pants back up?

It was rough against her clit, and in no time she was gasping and about to come.

Ambrose shoved his jeans down just far enough to free his cock again, then sank it into her needy pussy. He played with her clit, and slid his fingers around in her wetness, teasing and letting her fuck him at her own speed. One of his hands left off its toying, and a second later he was brushing the slickness he’d collected over her bottom hole. She clenched up and shrieked in surprise, and underneath her he moaned and then chuckled.

“I like this. Both of my hands are free in this position.” His smile was sly. He did it again and got the same reaction. “Do you have any idea how you feel on the inside when you cower away from my touches?”

She braced herself for a third touch. She had, however, forgotten to keep fucking him, and was lying on top of him squirming, his steel-hard cock jammed deep within her. How could he feel so amazing inside her even when he wasn’t moving?

He tsked at her. “This is too bad.” He circled her anus with the tip of a slick finger, then prodded at it gently. “You’re virgin-tight back here again. All that work and we’re going to have to start over.”

Nooooo. And the bastard didn’t look at all disappointed.

“Not today, Master,” she pleaded.

“Okay, not today. But it’s almost midnight, so you have five minutes to get used to the idea.”

Everly groaned, then squealed as he started to work one of his big fingers into her ass. Her next squirm found her moving again, trying to control how fast he sank his finger into her and ignore the way her pussy was starting to ripple around him. Fuck. She didn’t want to be done yet.

“Are you going to come, pretty slave?”

“No, Master.” She breathed carefully through her nose, trying not to make herself a liar.

“No?” His finger was doing weird, awful, wonderful things in her ass, and she screwed her eyes shut, trying to stay in control.

She teetered on the brink, not wanting to give in to him yet. It had been weeks. There was no reason to let him drag an orgasm out of her so fucking easily. The problem was he already knew her body better than she did.

“This sweet pussy of yours is milking my cock,” he warned, as though she weren’t feeling every twinge and throb. Her body ached for release, and it was right there if she let herself have it. “I don’t think you’re going to last long.”

Ambrose rubbed his stubbled chin over her nipple, and she gasped, and froze on top of him. His mouth latched on the hard nub. He sucked, then worried at it with his teeth, then moved his finger in her ass again.

A dreadful moan was dragged out of her. She dug her nails into his broad shoulders, trying to keep control, but then he flattened his arm across her lower back and fucked up into her hard and fast. She collapsed on top of him, letting her body do what it wanted, helpless to hold off. She came, her pussy squeezing and quivering around his thick cock.

“Is that all you have for me? I think you can come harder than that. Come on, sweetheart, give me another one.”

She mewled and shook her head, but her clit was squashed against him in this position, and he was so deep inside her that it stole her breath. A second orgasm was waiting impatiently, not caring that she was so tired she could barely think straight.

His hips rolled under hers, and she keened.

“That’s right. Are you going to be a good girl for me, and come all over my cock?”

She squealed and struggled as the next orgasm hit, trying to get away from the assault of sensation he was forcing on her. He held her in place, making her feel every bit of pleasure.

“No, no, Master,” she whimpered, her pussy and ass spasming and twitching, the never-ending sensations bringing helpless tears to her eyes. She was so sore, and every muscle was exhausted, but her body kept coming anyway.

“Fuck!” Ambrose thrust up into her hard, then held her tight against him as his dick convulsed and twitched. His eyes fluttered closed and the tendons in his neck tensed. He swore in some other language, and it was sexy as hell. She sank her teeth into his neck and he moaned, setting off another of her orgasms. “You’re so fucking tight.” He grunted. “How are you still so tight?”

“I dunno.” She wriggled.

He was fucking her leisurely now, looking pleased and sated. He slid his finger out of her ass, and she whimpered.

“Please stop. I need to stop now. Please!”

“But you’re so beautiful, and your body feels so good.” Ambrose rolled her onto her back, following her, keeping his dick inside her. He kissed her mouth and rubbed his pelvis against her clit. Her body quivered with aftershocks.

“You collared me, then you killed me with orgasms. I hope you’re happy.” She glowered up at him and he chuckled. It made his dick do interesting things inside her. “Mmm! Don’t laugh. No more.”

He kissed her again and brushed a lock of hair out of her eye. “I love you, Everly, my insatiable little whore.”

Insatiable? Well, maybe. Whore? Only for him. But if he actually listened to her and pulled out right now, she was going to have to kill him.

Chapter Sixteen

The briny sea air was just enough to keep them cool where they sat under the pagoda with the broad white beach stretching serenely in both directions. The cries of gulls from the docks down the coast echoed over the water, joining the lapping of the ocean on the shore in a natural lullaby.

Ambrose dragged a finger over the bare skin of Everly’s back, enjoying the way it made her shiver. Making her shiver was one of his favorite pastimes. He tugged at the back of the chain around her neck—the one that marked her as his—just to remind her who she belonged to, and that he still wanted her.

Always, he wanted her.

In just her floral bikini bottoms, all of her curves and pretty skin were making things . . . hard for him. Konstantin had made Everly blush by complimenting him on his taste in women when she’d come out in her swimsuit, and he’d caught his friend checking her out several times. It was odd having the women walk around topless at the beach—it was usually a club or play-party thing—but they made the scenery much more interesting, to the point where several times he’d forgotten where he was.

“Enough!” Konstantin complained imperiously. “The two of you are even worse than those two.” He waved a hand at Banner and Kate, who were curled up on a rattan sofa together, watching the ocean.

“You released Anna and Sindee too early. Don’t blame us for that.” Ambrose shook his head. Crazy Konstantin, not thinking ahead. He had a voracious sexual appetite, and he’d basically cut himself off.

Kon sighed. “It was an attack of conscience. The letter from my babushka came in the mail, and I couldn’t touch them again.”

The poor bastard. Konstantin had texted Ambrose, in crisis, to explain he’d ended things with the girls, and sent them off on a separate vacation. But that left him womanless for six more months until his wife-to-be arrived.

“I know it doesn’t help you any, but for what it’s worth, I think it’s romantic.” Kate smiled at him sympathetically.

“It is,” Everly agreed. If she was going to say something else, Ambrose’s hands distracted her.