I cried out, my back arching off the bed. He filled me completely, stretching me to the edge of pain and pleasure. My hands flew down to grip his arms.

He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head.

"What did I say?" His voice came out strained. "Hands stay up."

"I'm sorry. Please don't stop."

"Then be good." He pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, a low groan tearing from his throat. "And maybe I'll give you what you need."

He set a punishing rhythm, deep and ...