"No to which, Baby Girl?" He growled against my cheek but I for the life of me I couldn't remember what we were talking about.

"Stop calling me that." I muttered weakly.

"No." He shook his head. "Never."

"Why do you always do this?" I said desperately. Awash with emotion.

Something I hated.

"What?"

"Make-make me feel...Why can't you-" My desperate voice cracked, and I gave up.

"Make you feel vulnerable?" He queried knowingly. His flat voice devoid of any hint of emotion. Though I knew he basked in mine.

"Why can't you just get it over with like the rest?"

"Because I'm nothing like them." He said darkly. His face written with disdain as he put an arm along the edge of the bin to lean into me as his other hand found my entrance. Slipping one long, slim finger deep into my channel.

I gasped and my eyelids fluttered at the pure pleasure of the gentle touch. The coaxing fingers working in and out of me to create slow building.

I hated it.

And I loved it.

Which made me hate him even more.

"And because I want you to suffer." He murmured.

"I suffer enough."

"Not like I do. I want you to yearn. Like I do."

I didn't want to hear it. I shook my head adamantly while he tormented me. Trying to get away from his torturous whispering against my skin. I lifted my hips trying to escape his nimble fingers. But he only took it as further invitation. Scooping his other fingers under my rear as he held me up. Switching his thumb for his finger to pinch his fingers more together. Adding a new pressure against my back walls. Making me writhe with both need and mounting pleasure.

"Ahhh." I cried in pleasure.

His other hand joined under the water. Slipping another thumb in and putting the pressure of that palm along the front of me, low on my pelvis so my body was entirely cradled between his palms, while his thumbs had their way with my hole.

"That's it." He praised. "Harder. Give over to me, Woman."

He breathed. "Come."

I clenched my teeth. Fighting the pleasure clawing through me so viciously. Tearing at my nerves and making me start to shudder as I lost control of my body. The whirlwind took over in my body. Making me icy cold and then scalding hot in the water so sweat formed along my face as I rolled up onto the flats of my feet. Offering him more of my opening.

He smirked, pleased as he worked his fingers into me. "Yes! That's it..."

"I hate you, Gray!" I cried in a rising voice as another bout of tensing took over. Rolling down my spine and making my hips bounce in his hands, with the force of my reaction.

"Tell me you want me inside you, Baby Girl." He lowered his hands, and my hips between them, down until I could feel his hard tip probing the bottom of one of my thighs.

Tall and ready.

And I knew what he'd feel like.

He'd somehow fill the parts of me that were forever hollow, no matter how many men took me.

And I would hate myself tomorrow.

And him. Even more than I do today.

Which, at this particular moment, didn't seem possible.

He set me down, his hands rolling to frame the outside of my hips.

I was staring at him beneath hooded lashes. My shoulders heaving as I caught my breath. My armpits aching from the position I was forced into. Helplessly serving him all he desired. Right there, beneath the water.

"Tell me, My Girl. Do you come for them, like you do for me?"

"We're not children anymore, Gray! Stop calling me that."

"You'll always be Baby Girl to me."

"You weren't that much older! You only called me that to humiliate me."

He cocked his head.

Telling me that's still why he does it.

"There will be a day you go into battle and never come back out." I vowed.

"And wouldn't you love that day?"

"I live for it."

"I just bet you do." His lip curled in the first hint of annoyance. He was losing patience.

His desire making him rush.

"Tell me you want me." He commanded. His fingers biting into my hips.

My mouth tightened.

"Or should I put my fingers back into you, until you do. I can make you. You will surrender to me by daylight. You always do." He said triumphantly.

Making me seethe.

"Your play, Baby Girl?" He smirked.

Really no choice at all.

How long do I really want to prolong this?

"Fine." I said hatefully.

"Oh, I won't touch you until you say it." He lifted his hands above the water, in a move that might've looked like surrender in another scenario. He let his hips slide forward enough I could feel his length pulsing against my slit, nearly with a life of its own.

He wanted it every bit as bad as I did.

"Why don't you say it, Gray?" I sneered.

"Fine." He shrugged. Snatching up my hips. "I want you, Woman."

He aligned me with the rounded tip of his sex. Sinking into me as he brought me down over it.

The washtub rattled again as my arms thudded along it as I writhed over him. Shocked at the sudden intrusion and absorbed by the feeling of him stretching me inside.

"Damn you, Gray!"

"Tell me to stop." He whispered. "And I will."

"You won't."

"Tell me." He insisted. "If it's what you really want. Tell me to get out of you..."

I wanted to say the words.

Wanted to so bad my teeth ached. But no matter how much my mouth moved, my body was screaming that I not deny it the pleasure.

I shut my mouth.

"As I thought." He held my eyes as he lifted me up and slowly withdrew until only the rounded tip rested inside. Then glided purposefully back in.

Making me draw a long breath, my head lolling back at the feel of the incredible pleasure.

It was shocking how I could nearly shut down every nerve ending in every other situation.

But with him, they seemed to come alive.

"You could come back with me." He looked up at me, He had to slide slightly under me, to maneuver me with my arms bound outside the edge of the bin. Lifting my hips in rhythm to him withdrawing then lowering me as he pushed up.

I shook my head. "I won't be your slave."

"I could protect you."

"All you do is harm."

"Am I harming you now?" He asked angrily. Sitting more upright to catch his arms behind my back and cradle my spine against his forearms. His hands scooping the back of my head as he moved my body.

My breasts hopping with each penetrating stroke. My blunted nipples dragging up and down his upper chest.

His head was tipped back to look up at me. "Are you done playing at fighting me?"

I couldn't talk.

Not with him inside me.

***

He took some hint on my face as an answer, because he lifted me off him and held me high enough aloft that it lifted my arms off the outer edge, and he could pull me down atop him while he leaned back to the opposite edge.

My legs framing his as he found my entrance again.

As if he had some way of detecting precisely where it was.

In a breath, he was back inside me. Banishing the hollow ache that seemed ever present. Filling me with a warmth that was only there when he was around.

"Come back with me, Woman. Let all this hate go."

"And be your Pet?" I panted. But the hate had gone from my voice as I worked my body along his length. Matching his pace hungrily. Even with my hands bound so tightly behind my ass I clenched down over him, every time our pelvis' met.

I wanted more. I wanted my hands free so I could feel his chest. Touch his beautiful body.

"Would it matter if I said, no?"

"No." I said huskily. Giving him a long look. "I know better than to believe you."

"Then do it because you want to." His face was showing hints of strain. His body tensing.

So, was mine.

"You're close." I whispered in his ear. "Just don't go inside, Gray. I'll catch you in my hands."

His brows lowered and his lips parted in a pant. "Tell me."

I reared back, glaring at him. "Don't..."

"Tell me, Baby Girl." His voice deepened warningly.

My pace was slowing nervously.

But he'd not have that. He guided my hips more ferociously. Driving me up and down along his length.

"Say it to me."

I gave a primal shriek of frustration. "You know I won't!"

"Do it, Baby Girl. Or I won't."