“Exactly.”

“Speaking of cock.” I put the wineglass down on the floor beside the tub and twisted around. “I’d like some please. Straight up. Hard and deep.”

If I shifted just the right way, I could feel his erection. Unfortunately, he’d decided it was his turn to tease.

“I don’t know. Since you had such a difficult time remembering last night, maybe I want to keep my cock to myself. Besides.” He tilted his head. “You’re tired.”

I ran a hand down his chest. “I’m not that tired.”

“Still, best not to push it.”

“Push it.” I took him in my hand. “Push it inside. Now.”

“No. I don’t think you’re adequately prepared for me to do that.”

“Well then.” I gave his cock a good squeeze. “What are you waiting for? Prepare me.”

“No. I think you owe me for pretending to forget the massive number of orgasms I gave you last night.”

“Not fair.” I stuck my lip out in a fake pout, but he wouldn’t budge. “Okay. Fine. What do you want me to do?”

“Simple,” he said with an evil look in his eye. “Prepare yourself.”

I sat back with a splash. “What?”

He folded his arms across his chest. “Now.”

I closed my eyes for a second as his words swept over me and sank inside. Fuck, I loved it when he took control. Tonight I felt a little playful, too. “You’re so mean.”

“Yes.”

“And evil.”

“Yes.”

“And you’ve taken your collar off me.”

“Maybe,” he said. “But I’m the one with the cock and I’m keeping it to myself unless I get to watch.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Evil bastard.”

“I think the water’s cooling off. Maybe I’ll get out of the tub.”

“Fine. Be that way.” Acting like I was very irritated, but knowing he was well aware of how much of a turn-on this was, I hooked my legs on both sides of the tub. “Maybe I’ll just decide to finish myself off after I prepare myself adequately,” I said.

“If you think your hand and fingers are an acceptable substitution for the real thing, by all means, help yourself.”

I fake glared at him, but stroked my breasts with one hand while trailing the other between my legs. Some of the bubbles had popped, leaving him with a clear view of what I was doing. For added effect, I laid my head back and closed my eyes as I pinched a nipple.

“No you don’t.” His voice was rough. “Eyes open and on me.”

My heart pounded faster at his command. I didn’t have to listen to him. It was a Sunday night and his collar was off. But even so, I opened my eyes and met his gaze. For whatever reason, knowing I had the power to tell him ‘no’, but obeying him anyway, turned me on further.

“That’s it,” he said. “Play with that pussy. Get it ready for my dick, because I’m going to make sure this is one fuck you won’t be forgetting anytime soon.”

I whimpered.

“Whimper all you want. You need to get prepared.”

He’d only exerted that sort of control over our sex lives a handful of times with his collar off. Perhaps he knew that its rarity made it more of a turn-on. It did make me wonder, though, how would it be to wear his collar more often.

His eyes were dark with desire and he nodded with satisfaction as I stroked myself harder. “Show me how much you want it.”

Slowly, I worked myself to the point of shaking with need. I kept my gaze firmly locked on his as I moved my fingers over my body and teased my aching flesh.

He stroked himself. “Almost.”

I circled my clit with a finger, not sure I could hold out much longer. His name was a plea, “Nathaniel.”

“Yes. I think you’re finally ready. Keep your legs there.”

I groaned.

His smile was evil. “Got to make sure I satisfy your request for deep.”

He was over me and between my legs within seconds.

“Now,” I said. “Please.”

With one hard push, he buried himself inside me. I climaxed immediately around him.

“Oh fuck.” I gasped for air.

He placed a hand on either side of my head and began thrusting in and out of me. In the position I was in, I felt every glorious inch of him as he moved.

“Eight days,” he said with an inward push. “Eight days until we start the self-imposed month of celibacy.”