f**k, I wanted her. I wanted every last bit of her. I wanted her to lose herself in the pleasure I was going to give her, to come apart beneath me, to break in the best way possible. I wanted her pushed to the very brink of what she could handle. I wanted her to beg for it, to plead with me for release, to surrender to the need I was going to build inside her until she was completely undone.
I wanted to hear her breath hitch, wanted to see her body arch toward me, desperate for more. I wanted her to need me, to crave my touch, to be so lost in sensation that nothing else mattered except the way I made her feel. That was the punishment I had decided on—not pain, not anything cruel, just something that would drive her crazy with frustration, something that would make her so desperate that s
