She nibbled on her bottom lip, heat spreading across her face like wildfire. “Currently?” She sniffed, struggling to regain her composure. It was too late for all of that. She could deflect, but I could feel the lust radiating from her. Warm and lush and inviting. If I slipped my hand inside her pants and thrust my fingers inside her, I knew she’d coat me in her juices. From the way she tore into her lip, she wanted me to make it easy for her and just do the thing we both craved: take her. The need in me wanted to push her back against the palm tree and f**k her hard. The Dom in me refused to make it so easy.
My fingers fanned out and clutched her throat. Not tightly, she wasn’t ready for that yet, but firm enough that I had her attention. Most women would have responded to the gesture in a disgusted, appalled fashion. Melissa’s breath quickened and her eyes widened in wonder.
I relaxed my hold slightly, smiling on the inside. “When I ask you a question, I expect an answer.”
She licked her lips, her eyes dropping. When she looked back up, she gave me a grimace of a smile. “What was the question again?”
“What are you thinking?”
Her lips quivered and my c**k pulsed uncomfortably against my fly, wondering what her answer would be. Hoping for the words ‘I’m yours’, but not naïve enough to expect it.
She lifted her chin, the edge returning to her voice. “I thought you weren’t touching me until I begged for it.”
I smirked. “I’m afraid I have to break that promise. No touching? I couldn’t not touch you even if I wanted to.” My voice darkened. “But f**king you? That’s a different story.”
I expected spunk. Attitude. Righteous indignation as she stomped away in a huff. Instead her eyes darkened in kind, accepting my challenge.
So stubborn.
Such a fighter.
So f**king hot.
She slid closer, her voice low and sensual. “You want me to beg for it? Beg for this?”
She wouldn’t...oh, but she did. I gritted my teeth to keep my moan from escaping as she stroked my cock. Even though I ached to tear the clothing from her body and push her against the glass sliding door and slam inside her pu**y, I couldn’t reward her bad behavior. Moan or not, she was holding rock hard evidence that a part of me was begging for her.
Her lips curled deviously, a smug curve that I wanted to trace with my tongue.
My voice was like gravel. “For someone that can’t admit their submissive tendencies, you seem to have brat down.”
“Brat?” She batted her eyes with an innocence as guilty as sin.
“That’s right.” It was the last thing I wanted, but I stopped her mid stroke. I gripped her wrist, holding her hand suspended above my engorged cock. All the blood in me diverted to my groin. Every part of me ached to be inside her. Between her lips. Between her thighs. But she needed to learn her place. “I’ve been playing fast and loose with the rules, but on this, I must insist.”
Her nostrils flared defiantly. “You want me to say I’m submissive.”
“That’s right.” I strode forward, driving her backwards until she was against the sliding glass door. My eyes raked over her, skimming the tight lines of her legs, the curve of her hips. The tease of the core I knew was slick beneath her leggings. The tease of her navel, drawing up and circling the taught nipple that beckoned me. Her chest heaved up and down, matching the shuddering excitement that stroked her cherry red lips. Her nostrils were the only thing holding on, all but releasing puffs of smoke like a bull with a matador in its sights. Her eyes, wide and blue, were all but begging. Begging me not to make her say the words.
I wouldn’t make it that easy.
I propped my hand on the door, smiling because I knew I had her right where I wanted her. “There’s no point in fighting it, Melissa.” I leaned down, lips brushing her ear. A delicious shiver rippled through her. Through me. “It’s just two words.”
She nibbled on her bottom lip. That slight show of vulnerability made me want to scoop her up. Protect her from all harm.
“Deep down, I know that I have needs. I know that word is what I am, but saying it—” She stopped, licking her lips and smoothing her blonde hair away from her face. “If I say the word, I’m admitting he was right.”
“He?” I frowned. “The ex.”
She lowered her chin to her chest. “He was right to leave because what I want, what I need, isn’t normal.”
So there it was, the truth behind why she seemed so adamantly against what was so blatant and obvious. I gently brought her chin up. “They really did a number on you, didn’t they?”
Her brow furrowed. “They?”
“Jason.” I gargled the prick’s name and spit it out. Although I shied from that level of commitment myself, I had little respect for someone that said those three words and broke my Melissa so completely. But he wasn’t the only one. “And your father.”
Her mouth hung open. “My dad? No, he—”
“Hurt you just as deeply. You felt like you couldn’t be yourself around the two men who meant the most to you.” I knew I should let that thought sink in, but she was so tortured that I couldn’t resist. I pressed my lips against hers. I made a promise that I hadn’t made in a long time. A promise that was deeper than sex, deeper the bonds of a Master and a submissive. A promise of the heart.
My forehead against hers, hands cupping both sides of her face, I looked deep into her eyes. “You’re safe with me, Melissa. You don’t have to hide or pretend or worry that I’ll run. I’m right here.”
Her eyes fluttered closes, her lips sparing nothing as she let me hold her. My words rippled over her, the fight conceded, her body arching into mine. When she opened her eyes, waves of relief and excitement tumbled and crashed. She skimmed my jaw with her lips, the light touch waking up something inside me. Something I thought I’d never find again.
Her lips were a soft tease on my earlobe. “I’m submissive.”
I reclaimed her lips, arms snaring her as I pulled her close. Everything else didn’t matter. I’d taken many submissives to bed, but none of them moved me like Melissa. None of them mattered when measured against her.
I knew our first time after she accepted her nature should be more structured, a gradual introduction into Domination and submission, finding out her turn ons and turn offs; her limits, buttons to press and expand her horizons. Control and rational thought were no match for the caged lust had been roaring from the minute I met her. She said the two words to set me free.