“Being petulant won’t help you get an orgasm faster.” But there’s a teasing tone in his voice.
Finally, with a deep sigh, I close my eyes. “Fine.”
“Repeat after me, “Whatever you say, Stryker.”
Gobsmacked, I blink. Whatever you say, Stryker?
He can’t possibly be serious about this?
Chapter Twenty-One
Lyra
“Oh, Allie. I assure you, I most certainly am.”
Is this part of his whole submission game? But I relent, because in the end, he’ll win. Haven’t I already learned that?
After drawing a deep, steadying breath, I attempt to do as he says, but the words seem to get stuck in my throat.
Drawing deeply on my reserve of courage, I clench my fists and clearly state, “Whatever you say, Stryker.”
“Sweet fuck. Allie…”
Beneath my rear, his cock throbs.
And in that moment, I feel my power, making me grin. The knowledge that I can make him react like that thrills me.
“You’re a vixen.”
My grin widens into a full-on smile.
Maybe this submission thing isn’t all bad.
His heartbeat is strong beneath my palm. As the next few minutes pass, my breathing syncs with his, and he traces lazy patterns on my back.
“Tell me about the experience,” he says after a while, his voice a soft rumble vibrating through me. “Not the spanking but earlier. The mirroring.”
I hesitate, the words forming slowly as I sift through the sensations. “It was strange at first. Uncomfortable, like I was too exposed, too vulnerable. I’ve never done anything like that. Usually when I’ve been with a man, it’s been with the lights out, and it was over before it really got started. But… With you…”
Without prodding, he waits.
“Nothing has ever been this…deliberate.”
“And then…?”
“Once I got out of my own head, let go a little, it was intense. I felt like everything was connected, like we were experiencing one movement, one breath. Does that sound ridiculous?”
“On the contrary.” He smooths hair back from my face.
And he looks at me deeply in a way no other man ever has.
“I wanted it to mean something to you. Because it did to me.” With the pad of his thumb, he tracks my cheekbone. “You’re not ordinary, Allie. So our lovemaking shouldn’t be, either.”
Lovemaking. What a strange word. I’ve only ever had sex before.
When I exhale and settle again, he asks about the spanking. “How was it for you?”
This is harder for me talk about, maybe because it’s fresher and I don’t understand my own reactions. “It hurt.”
