Page 8 of Making Him Submit

His smile turned wicked. “A brat, of course.”

I had no idea what a brat meant in the context of domination, but I sure as hell didn’t like that he had called me one. I let it go, because honestly, I just wanted to get to the fun part already.

I had had enough with the talking. “Our safeword will be…”

“Red?” he offered.

I wrinkled my nose. “That works, even if it lacks some creative flair.”

That made him chuckle, which I found I didn’t hate hearing.

He let go of my wrists and instead took my face in his hands. He had a small, amused smile. His gaze danced over mine. “Promise me you’ll at least try to be compliant?”

I pressed my tongue against the roof of my mouth. “I’ll try, but I can’t promise I’ll be perfectly obedient,” I said with a careless shrug. “It totally depends on how good of a Dom you are.”

His heavy, lidded gaze returned as a response to my sass. “I love it when you act so bratty.”

Heat flared down low. For a moment, I was frozen with the intensity of his words. Bratty? He liked it?

I had never heard anyone say something like that before.

Hell, I couldn’t even be mad, because he hadn’t meant it as an insult. He genuinely looked like he meant it as a compliment.

“Um, thanks?”

I guess we had nothing left to discuss, given that his mouth came crashing over mine. He kissed me with a certain roughness, making me wonder if he had been holding back earlier. I leaned into the sensation, kissing him back just as messily, finding that the roughness of his mouth was exactly what I wanted right now.

The heat of our breaths mixed with our labored sounds. I couldn’t stop feeling him up, gliding my hands all over his skin.

His body heat was intense, as though he was made of literal fire.

Jake’s lips attacked my neck next. I gasped as his teeth pressed against my skin, sending a delicious flutter of pain and pleasure coursing through me. I raked my fingers through his hair as he groaned, sucking on the racing pulse in my neck.

That was definitely going to leave a mark tomorrow morning, but the pain, I found, was not entirely unwelcome, and in fact, my body craved more.

“Take off your pants,” I whispered. “I want to taste you.”

“Say ‘please’,” he rumbled against my neck. “And I’ll consider it.”

I had almost forgotten that we were playing that kind of game, completely distracted by our heated exchange.

I didn’t ask fast enough, so he bit down on my neck.

I cried out in pain. “Ah—”

“Dawson,” he growled my name, which I found insanely sexy. “Say ‘please’.”

“P-please,” I tried, testing how the word tasted in my mouth.

It felt totally foreign. It was a word I almost never used.

Jake smirked, kissing the spot he had just bitten. “Not used to niceties, are you?”

“Not really,” I answered honestly.

He flashed me a dark, devious smile. “Well, I think the word ‘please’ suits you.”

My cheeks burned even more. I didn’t know how else to respond to yet another one of his strange compliments.