Page 8 of Fallen Dane

She rolls her eyes, and I grip her throat tighter. “I won’t think you are weak for begging. Do you remember what I said to you all those years ago?”

Her eyes meet mine. There’s wariness there. There’s also a flicker of the fiery woman I saw that night.

“You said you would make me beg for your cock.” Her voice is steady. “And that my pussy would be ruined for anyone else.”

“And you will find that I'm a man of my word.”

Her throat moves against my palm as she swallows.

“So let me be very clear about what happens next, kitten.” I lean down until my mouth is beside her ear. “You are going to kneel for me. You are going to crawl to me. You are going to beg to touch me. And once you have earned it, I’m going to fuck my good girl.”

I release her throat and step back.

“Kneel.”

She hesitates. Her eyes narrow on me, but they are also dark with desire. Part of her wants to fight. That’s her pride. She’s already shown me tonight that she will submit and do as she’s told. She likes it.

I wait. I let the silence stretch. I don’t repeat myself. I know I won’t have to.

Her knees hit the floor.

“Good girl.” The words come out rougher than I intended. “Now crawl to me.”

Her eyes are wild, but she does what she’s told. She puts her hands on the floor and crawls across the bedroom toward me. The black dress rides up her thighs. Her hair falls around her face. She moves slowly, and I can see her jaw clench with the effort of not fighting.

When she reaches me, she stops at my feet and looks up. Her lips are parted. Her chest is heaving. Her eyes are wet, but she isn’t crying.

“You want to suck my cock, don’t you?” I run my fingers along the top of her head.

Her jaw tightens. I can see her fighting it. Good. I want her to fight. I want her to earn it.

“All you have to do is ask, Mrs. Sinclair.”

She stares up at me with desire in her eyes, but nostrils flaring. Her face is red. And she doesn’t open her mouth.

I unfasten my belt. From the way she rubbed her ass on my dick at the auction, she had to have known I would make her pay for torturing me like that.

I free my cock from my trousers. I’m already hard. I have been ever since I placed my bid.

Her jaw goes slack, and her lips part as she takes in the extent of my size. She’s going to choke on it for as many days as it takes, until she learns to suck my dick without gagging.

I grip her hair and give it a little tug. “Beg to suck my dick.”

“Can I suck your dick?” The words are forced through gritted teeth.

“You can do better than that, kitten.”

Her hands curl into fists on her thighs. “Please, can I suck your dick?” The words come out full of sass and attitude that only make me harder. “Can I please suck your enormous dick that I can’t wait to have in my fucking mouth?”

I grip her chin roughly. “Lucky for you I prefer a spirited fuck. And we’re about to put that mouth of yours to good use. Let’s see if you can suck as well as you talk back. Now open your mouth.”

Surprisingly, she quickly obeys, her pink tongue sliding out.

I grip her hair and push into her mouth slowly, letting her feel every inch. Her lips stretch around me and her eyes water, but she doesn’t pull away. I push her head down so I’m pressing against the back of her throat.

Fuck.

This woman is perfect, looking up at me while she’s choking on my cock.