“Stroke it,” Nick ordered her, on his knees straddling her, pinning her to the bed. He towered above her as she contorted to reach down and grab his cock, longing to run her fingers down his abs as he pushed into her instead, but doing what she was told. She immediately ached at the feel of him in her hand, rigid but so soft and warm. “Oh yeah baby, I’m close,” he moaned, eyes closed and hips thrusting into her hand. She stopped instantly and looked up at him desperately. He opened his eyes and stared down punishingly. She could see his entire body tense up with barely-contained anger and the need for release. She braced herself for punishment, but he saw the look on her face and couldn’t help laughing at her panicking, pleading eyes. She bit her lips and stared up at him, trying to seduce him into giving her what she wanted. She opened her mouth to whisper his name but he raised his hand and she flinched. “You better not be about to speak,” he growled. His attitude toward her could change instantly, constantly reminding her that she was at his whim. He saw the desperation on her face and laughed again. “You want this?” he asked her. She nodded silently, barely containing a moan but panting heavily, hoping.