Page 134 of Stand Your Ground

It had me rock hard and ready to beg.

“Take off your clothes,” she commanded. “Slowly. Let me see my play toy for the evening.”

God, I’d missed this.

I stripped as slowly as I could with all the eager energy roaring through my veins, and when I was fully bare, Livia smirked at my cock already erect and dripping for her.

“On your knees.”

I dropped instantly, eyes on hers, practically panting as she fastened the leather around my throat. She pulled it tight, and when it was where she wanted it, she used the key on the chain around her neck to lock it in place.

Every nerve inside me sizzled to life at the sound.

Her smirk turned wicked as she tugged the D-ring, testing the collar, tugging my chin up to meet her eyes. “There he is,” she purred. “My Rook. My good boy. You ready to serve your Queen tonight?”

“Yes, ma’am.” The words tumbled out hoarse, desperate, automatic.

Her nails grazed down my chest, leaving goosebumps in their wake before she grabbed a fistful of my hair and shoved me onto my back. I landed with a grunt, staring up at her as she straddled me, every curve of her body silhouetted in low lamplight.

“Hands behind your head.”

I obeyed instantly, fingers locking. The collar tugged at my throat as she leaned down and kissed me hard, deep, before pulling back with a sly grin. “You don’t move them until I tell you to. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Her hips rolled once, deliberately slow, grinding against me until I was trembling beneath her. When I bucked my hips, unable to help it, she slapped my thigh with a sharp smack.

“I said still,” she warned, tugging the collar again. My cock ached, straining so hard I thought I’d lose it right then.

The power thrummed between us, hot and familiar and perfect. And the way she looked at me — fierce, proud, hungry — it burned through me like I was nothing but tinder.

Livia licked her lips as she pressed up on her knees. She spit on my cock, letting the saliva drip from her lips as I groaned and watched it coat me. Then, she used her hands to tease and play, to pump me until I was nearly in pain from doing my best not to move.

“It kills you to stay still, doesn’t it?” she teased, her grip tightening. “You want to bury yourself inside me. You want the pleasure of fucking my sweet pussy, don’t you?”

“Fuck yes,” I croaked.

“Beg for it, then.” Livia released my cock in an instant, hooking the loop on the collar and jerking so I was in a crunch staring up at her. “I’ll only give it to you if you want it bad enough.”

“Please, Livia,” I pleaded, my voice hoarse, cock aching as I tried to fuck the air like it could relieve me. “I need it. I needyou. Please, let me fuck you. Please give me what I need.”

She seemed satisfied, her lips curling as she released me. I had to engage my core to not let my head slam back against the ground, and I’d no sooner laid down than she was grabbing me and lining me up right where I wanted to be.

Livia sat in a slow, torturous decline, taking all of me and moaning as she did. The sight was too much, especially with the view of her slightly swollen belly. I groaned and rolled my eyes up to the ceiling to stop from coming instantly.

“So fucking big,” she praised. “You fill me perfectly.”

And then her hips were rocking, slow and steady, like she was savoring every centimeter of me. I finally felt locked in enough to look up and watch her, and then my hands were wandering, roving over her breasts and nipples, teasing and toying until I found my way down to her clit.

“Yes,” she encouraged, rolling against the touch. “Fuck, that feels so good. I feel so fucking good right now, Carter.”

I groaned at the sound of my name in that breathy voice of hers. Livia started moving wildly then, bucking against my hand as she fucked my cock and used me to get her release. When she shook and moaned and cried out, I felt her tightening around me, and I couldn’t hold back.

She rode me hard as we both shattered, Livia leaning forward to clutch the collar and hold me there, owned and undone. I spilled beneath her with a ragged cry, her moans echoing mine until we collapsed in a heap of sweat and laughter.

But before I could even catch my breath, she leaned over me, eyes flashing. “We’ve got a lot of time to make up for,” she whispered, dragging her lips along my jaw. “And apparently the new update of these pregnancy hormones is that I’m absolutely insatiable.”

“Fuck,” I whispered, not sure if I was excited or scared.