AllFreeNovel
Share Us
She liked it rough.
Good, I thought deliciously, replacing my fingers with my mouth, my tongue exploring hers, teasing it, swirling around it as I clutched her wanton body to mine. She tried to snake her hand between our bodies to find my bulge, to free it, but this time, I was in control.
I gripped her wrists, just hard enough that she gasped, her surprise melting into a moan.
“More,” she begged. With her eyes. With her body.
I tested her, letting go of her wrists to see where she’d wander, but she kept them where I left them, gathered at the delicious juncture of her thighs.
My voice should have wavered because she was igniting things in me I’d never felt, but my words came out husky and sure.
But would she obey?
“Go to the bed,” I told her, tugging at her braid, the thrill of us filling me up and leaving no room for doubt. “Strip for me, then lie on the bed.”
She bit her bottom lip, a devilish smile of delight teasing me. "Okay."
She dashed back into the room and stood at the foot of the bed. I wanted to touch myself, to bury myself inside her, and her gaze told me she wanted the same thing. She didn't even pay attention to what she was doing because she was too busy fucking me with her eyes.
Watching her, this strong, sexy, powerful woman who was in a hurry to get naked, who wanted me so badly that she looked ready to just tear her pants to shreds, emboldened me. Hardened me to rock beneath my jeans. Jeans that were becoming increasingly uncomfortable. But watching her beg me to show it to her without saying a word, longing for it, made me make her wait. Forced me to dig deep because I had plans for her body long before I got to my own.
"I'm done," she huffed, looking almost innocent as she coyly gazed at me from behind thick lashes.
Done?
Not quite.
Even though my own patience was running thin, I knew she'd be worth the wait. And when I touched her, if I played my cards right, she'd melt.
I strode to the vanity, dragging back a chair, delight shooting up my spine that the screech against the hardwood floor was as jarring as I'd hoped it would be.
I put the chair in front of the french doors and eased myself into the seat. In her enthusiasm, I bet she'd forgotten about a key part of her instructions, but I was still learning her. Figuring out how she ticked. Actions, or in this case, inaction, had consequences.
And maybe Natalee was fishing for a consequence or two.
Her breathing was as steady as the water beneath us. Waiting. I didn't meet her gaze, even though I was dying to see just how hot she was. How wet she was before I even touched her. It would be glowing in those eyes, defiant and filled with desire.
But I wanted to drink her in.
Slow.
Leave no stone unturned.
I started at the floor, her toes curling into the wood. I glided over her calves, practically feeling the muscles beneath my fingertips from ten feet away. She smoothed her palms along her thighs, self consciousness bringing her to cover that wet, erotic part of herself, but when I cleared my throat, she dropped her hands back to her side. A narrow strip of brown curls hid her sex and from the way she rubbed her thighs together, she was longing to be explored.
I made my way over her hips, past her navel, and paused when I hit the swell of her breasts. I almost forgot all about taking my time because the only thing I really wanted when I saw the angry, swollen blush of her nipples was to take them in my mouth.
Before I lost control I finally gripped her green eyes. "Bed."
I was treated to another little gasp that made my next move harder than it should have been. Tell me to fuck you would come soon enough.
Right now, I just wanted her to spread her legs.
She scrambled onto the bed, letting out a half hearted apology that gave me my answer.
She wanted to be punished.
I rose to my feet, knowing what I wanted to do. Surprised by the solution came to me so quickly. This kind of play was only something I'd dabbled in. I wasn't a Dom per se, but I liked being in charge. In the past,nI enjoyed encounters where a woman was completely at mercy. But with Natalee, it was different.
