I could do anything to you.

Always came back to that. That -- that image of him, ignoring his discomfort to give way to what she demanded from him. On his knees, obedient, trusting.

It felt like her heart might break out of her chest. But instead, she just tensed again, with a wounded gasp and a groan, and the pleasure finally exploded outward from her core.

Had he missed how harshly she could pulse around his fingers?