Permanent Marker by Angel Payne

shoved the air from his chest.
    “Christ.”
    He barely got it out. The enormity of her gift slammed him with every new second that passed, with every new emotion that ignited the curves of her face. This woman’s spirit had been trampled for so long, subjugated nearly her whole life. That Rose trusted him with it now, giving it over with such clarity and conviction, acted like a rainstorm on the mountainside of his self-control. The whole thing slid away in one sweep. And what was left?
    The granite cliff of his Dominant.
    “Very good.” He loved how the new grit in his tone made her lashes fly up and her tongue dart out. “You are beautiful. And so hot and sweet.” He tested her readiness by shifting two fingers into the tightness beneath her clit. Her walls sucked him in at once, a wet and pulsing heaven. His cock, already jammed against his fly, screamed at him for release.
    He channeled that new tension into grabbing her under the ribs, lifting her out of the water, and parking her gorgeous backside onto the pool’s edge. In one sweep, he hiked himself out too. She stared up at him with a little apprehension, but much of it disappeared as soon as he lifted her, cradling her close, before striding to a nearby chaise. After positioning her against the upright back of the chair, he took a moment to stand back and simply stare.
    “Damn, I wish I had a camera.” He lifted a long, appreciative smile. “But nobody would believe the picture was real. You’re so fucking stunning like this, with the water dripping off you and your desire glowing from the inside out.” He moved to the foot of the chaise, letting her watch as he pulled off his pants and briefs, setting his erection free. “See what you do to me?” With legs braced, he stroked himself, punctuating with a hiss from the sensual agony of it. His shaft stretched and grew as Rose arched her back, her breath quickening. “Now let me see what I do to you.” It was a complete command, making her body tremble more, turning her nipples to pearls in the moonlight. “Lift your legs and spread them. One knee over each arm of the chair. Open yourself for me.”
    She gasped at that but in all the right ways. Holy fuck, he wasn’t going to last much longer. He knew it the moment she complied with his order, yet he didn’t want this to end. He wanted to string out every moment of that look on her face, that glistening desire from her pussy, this airtight connection between them, this power transfer he craved.
    “Oh, Rose.” The words came from his gut. “Look at you, bound and beautiful and ready. You are ready, aren’t you? Your thighs are trembling, and your cunt is glistening.” He raised his stare, taking in the gorgeous wince on her face. “What do you need, pet? I want to give you whatever you desire.”
    Her answer took barely two seconds. “You.”
    “Me?” He gave her a slow smirk. “Me…how?”
    “Inside me. Please…Sir.”
    When he’d first arrived at the villa, the concierge had shown him a poolside credenza that held assorted guest amenities. He’d nearly chuckled at observing the shelf filled with a selection of sex essentials. Now he covered the distance to that cabinet in two steps, ripped the door open, and grabbed a foil packet off the shelf. By the time he pivoted and knelt on the chaise between Rose’s legs, he had the condom out and ready.
    “Well,” he drawled, rolling the latex over his swollen, aching length. “What the pet needs, the Master gives.”
    “Yes.” She choked on whatever else she had to say, the sound dissolving into a gorgeous moan as he edged the hot head of his cock into her welcoming channel.
    After that push, he was lost too. In one slide, he sheathed himself far as he could go. With it, he gave his own surrender. He was a prisoner of her heat, her tightness, and her precious pulses of passion. He growled with the rightness of it, their stares connecting deeper as their bodies did, taking and giving to