“I need you open and available to me, darlin’. Do I need to tie your ankles to the corners of the bed?”

    A moan escapes my lips. Everything he says makes my pussy throb. I never imagined I could get aroused just from words and the tone of a voice.

    Jack leans over and presses his lips to my ear. “Are you moaning because you like the idea of being totally restrained or being open to me? Vulnerable. At my mercy?”

    “It’s the things you say,” I whisper. “They make me so hot I ache inside. Especially when you say darlin’ with that soft Tennessee twang. It makes me wet.”

    His eyes shoot wide, and a flicker of darkness dances within them. “You shouldn’t have told me that. I’ll never use your real name again.”

    “It’s not just that word. It’s…well, most of them. Your accent makes everything sound sexy. Before I ever saw you at the club, I used to imagine you talking dirty to me with that Southern drawl.”

    “Now, that’s interesting, ’cause I used to imagine you talking dirty to me in that prim and proper British accent.” His warm hands glide over my calves, tickle the back of my knees, caress the inside of my thighs. My legs fall open wider, and desire blooms hot inside me.

    “What did I say when you imagined me?” I ask.

    He gives a satisfied smile and glides the vibrator through my labia. “You begged me to fuck your wet cunt.” With one broad hand across my hips, holding me still, he slides the vibrator inside me, rocking it gently as it pulses against my sensitive tissue. I curl my fingers around the belt, tensing as he presses the vibrator in further, my mouth watering in anticipation of the moment those rabbit ears dance over my clit.

    “Aah!” My cry makes him chuckle, and he turns it down a notch.

    “Beg. Use your dirty words.”

    I drop my head to the pillow as the ache grows inside me. “Please, Jack. Fuck my…cunt.”

    “That’s a start.” He turns up the speed on the vibe and presses the external attachment against my clit. I jerk against the restraints, every muscle taut, and my body on the edge of release.

    He turns it down again, and I let out a guttural groan.

    “I also imagined you swearing at me,” he says. “Let it out. Let me know how you feel when I take you to the edge and don’t let you come. Give me your pain, your frustration. Nothing as sexy as a beautiful girl who talks like the Queen of England giving me her dirty mouth.” He flicks the switch, and the vibrator hums to life again, buzzing against my clit, the unrelenting waves making my muscles clench. My clit engorges, throbs, and I draw in a deep breath as my body coils tight, ready to spring.

    But before I can go over, he moves the vibe, rocking the rabbit ears from side to side over my clit, just enough to keep me on edge but not enough to come. The ache for release slides into pain, and I dig my heels into the bed and rock my hips up for more.

    “Down.” Jack slaps the side of my thigh so hard it takes my breath away.

    “Bloody hell,” I mutter. “I need to come.”

    A smile tugs at Jack’s lips. “You can do better than that.”

    He turns the vibrator off, and I let my frustration go. “Miserable git. Bellend. Tosser. Pillock. Bastard. Wanker. Twat.”

    Jack roars with laughter. “When I imagined you dirty talking, I never thought it would all be directed at me.”

    “I need to come, you arse.” I groan and drop my legs to the bed.

    “You want to come.” His voice is hoarse, rough, and his erection strains against the fly of his jeans. “You need something else.”

    I look down and meet his firm gaze. “What do I need?”

    “You need pain, beautiful girl. And I’m going to give it to you.”

    He draws the vibe out and then presses it back in, just enough to tease but not enough to satisfy. The rabbit ears dance over my clit, and every time I near my peak, he moves them somewhere else. I curse him using every American swear word I know, and then I pull out the all the British swear words I can remember. But he keeps it up until my labia are swollen, and every thrust and lick of the vibrator sends electricity shooting through my veins, burning away every thought in my head except the desperate, gut-wrenching need to come.

    A sob rips from my throat. Jack drops the vibrator and tears open his jeans, making quick work of discarding them on the floor. Unable to speak, a breath away from orgasm, I tremble as he sheaths himself with a condom from his pocket. How can I feel so much pain and so much pleasure at once?

    Without a word, he flips me over. My hands twist the belt and it tightens around my wrists. Jack grabs my hips, pulling my ass upward as my upper body falls to the bed, my weight on my elbows and forearms. He kicks my legs apart with his knee and yanks me back on his huge, hard cock.

    Ah God. So good. I whimper as he pushes deep inside.

    “Let me hear you.” He hammers into me with long, deep strokes that rip my breath from my lungs. “I want to hear you scream.”

    My heart pounds. Blood rushes through my veins. My nipples pinch hard with desire, and sweat beads on my flesh. Fire consumes me, possesses me, fanning the flames of need.

    Jack reaches over my hip. His thumb grazes my slick flesh, whispering over my throbbing clit. “Are you ready to pay for your pleasure? Are you going to give me your pain?”

    “Yes. Please. Yes.”

    “Brace yourself.” He slaps my mound, right over my clit.

    I am undone.

    Pleasure ripples out from my center all the way to my fingers and toes. Jack circles my clit with his finger, dragging out my orgasm until I cannot think or breathe for the exquisite clenching of my pussy.

    With a low groan he grabs my hips, his fingers digging into my tender flesh, and pounds into me so hard the bed thuds against the wall. Finally he climaxes, his cock jerking deep inside me, pulsing against my sensitive inner walls.