“Yes, because I would never give it to you,” she says matter-of-factly, that icy wall coming between us. Then she steps back and pulls down her black jeans and panties, but keeps her black shirt on that rests at her upper thighs. “Just my body. That’s all I am willing to give.” She pulls the stool over and uses it to step up onto the counter. “The shirt stays on.” My cock twitches. Fuck me, how can such a demanding brat be so sexy in just a black shirt, when it clings to her in all the right places? Her handstouch the ceiling as she steps over me. Glancing down at me, she says, “Do you want me to sit on your cock, Silas?”
“Yes,” I reply without hesitation. I don’t mind letting her be in control now and then. I’m not better than a starved man. But I can also be a patient man when I know the reward will be greater.
“Beg for it,” she says with a smirk. My cock is straining, and I can tell she notices as she glances back, and that smile widens, that sultry gaze snapping back to me.
She removes one hand from the ceiling, then touches herself. Spreading her folds, she slides her fingers through it and starts rubbing herself, giving me a clear fucking view. I can see how wet she is. Fuck me, this woman couldn’t be more beautiful.
“Beg, now,” she demands.
“I’m not a begging man…” I tell her, and she pouts.
“That’s a shame, Silas.” She slips a finger in, and a soft moan slips from her lips.
“Fuck, Doc. Please lower yourself onto me.Now,” I growl out the last part.
“Sorry, I didn’t quite hear you begging…” She toys with me. Fuck, only she could make me do this.
“Fuck, I’m begging, I’m begging for you to have your way…”
25
LEONORE
Iknew I could make him beg for it, and the minute he does, I don’t make him wait any longer. I reward him for his good behavior and do exactly as he asked, lowering myself onto him. His hands come to my hips, and he grips them as I lower myself, rubbing against his very hard cock so he knows how wet I am for him.
I made the request to see if he would actually follow through. I should’ve known a man like him would. I took my time, and I quite enjoyed looking at his body. I’ve seen a lot of bodies, and I can honestly say his is definitely my favorite I’ve ever come across. Not only does it have the most perfect ridges, but it’s colorful as well, with ink scattered across it. I’ve never really been a big fan of tattoos. I’ve never had any desire to get one. But as I trace his, I realize that they tell a story. For example, the large birds on his abs tell a story of the empire he runs. I make no mistake in understanding that he is a very dangerous man. And that this is a very dangerous game that we are playing. Not only has he killed someone because of me, but he’s also now broken someone’s wrist because of me. Part of me wonders what lengths he is willing to go to, while the other knows I should cut it offwhile I can. Getting caught up in a man like Silas is especially dangerous for a woman like me.
“Just sex, then you leave,” I tell him, still teasing him painfully so. I wait for him to speak, his hands gripping so tightly and his gaze burning into me, filling me with a female high of power, knowing what I can hold over a man like this.
“Then I leave,” he repeats after me.
I’m not sure if I believe his lie, but I also don’t really care. I know what I want.
I impale myself on him, the immediate stretch splitting me in two as I adjust, but fuck does he feel good. He grunts when I slam onto him to the hilt. His grip tightens, and when he tries to slide my shirt farther up, I’m quick to cup his hands and glare at it.
I click my tongue disapprovingly. “The shirt remains where it is.” Just hovering on my upper thigh. I’m in control here. He’ll take whatever I’m willing to give him. Something shifts in his expression that I can’t quite read. I hope he doesn’t see through me, the purposeful control. The hidden secret. But his hands obediently lower at the same time as I sink myself back onto his cock as a reward.
The minute I’m seated on him, he rocks my hips back and forth, and again back and forth. It’s almost as if he understands that this will make me come even faster. He keeps the perfect rhythm while maintaining eye contact with me. One thing about Silas is I don’t think he’s a man who would back down from anything. I don’t know if anyone would even intimidate him. I have been with many men, and none of them hold the intense eye contact the way he does. I almost feel intimidated, as if he’s looking into my fucking soul, but I won’t dare look away and give him that power over me.
No man deserves that type of power. Especially over me, of all people.
One of his hands leaves my hip, and the other continues to grip it and helps me rock. I wait for his other hand, curious as to whether he’ll disobey or try to take control. His hand slides up my stomach, over the shirt, then between my breasts and up my neck. His fingers are rough but warm, coming to hold my jaw into place momentarily as he applies some pressure. I can’t help but grin. His eyes darken as his two fingers rub over my lips, as if fascinated. I dart my tongue out and lick the tips. A guttural noise escapes him as he slides two fingers into my mouth, then curves them down until they’re hooked behind my teeth, and pulls me forward.
Another wave of heated desire runs through me at his silent but powerful demand, so I’m repositioned to hover above him. Our faces are close as I rock my hips faster, and our hot breath begins to mingle.
He slips his fingers out of my mouth, slides his hand around my neck, and forces his fingers through my thick hair so he can pull me down farther. His lips are on mine, hungry, demanding, and painfully dominant as he bites down on my bottom lip and tugs. A moan escapes me as my hips rock harder against him, the new angle allowing my clit to rub against him as well.
Kissing Silas is something I do quite enjoy. He is gifted with his tongue, especially between my legs. He devours me like a starved man. I know how desired I am by him, and it only makes me hungrier for more. How much of this man can I steal and explore? When was the last time a body came to life like this? If at all, ever?
I slide a hand up to his throat, squeezing the same way he had done to me, and I bite his bottom lip as I tug, feeling his cock jerk. I can’t help but smile at how responsive his body is to mine.
“Your cunt squeezes my cock so perfectly,” he whispers into my lips, going to kiss me again, but I hold him down, just keeping my lips a breath away.
“I like it better when you fuck me and don’t talk,” I lie. I do like it when he talks dirty to me. If I could keep him quiet in real life and only let him talk when he has his cock buried inside me, I feel like we could have potential.
“You are lying…” he says in more of a growl, and I don’t argue with him. “But that’s okay, baby—I already know what you like.” Then his hand slaps my ass hard.
The mark spreads like wildfire, my entire body pinching tight while I ride his cock, back and forth, back and forth, riding my high as my legs begin to tense.
