Page 38 of Anarchy Chained: Alpha Thomas

When I open them, I stare at her face. She’s staring back at me. Her hand is very busy between her legs. Her mouth slightly open. Her breathing rapid and coming faster and faster with each passing second.

“I want to touch you,” I say. “I want to bend you over in front of me and fuck your pussy from behind.”

“Then do it,” she says.

I grab her so quickly she gasps in surprise. One second is all it takes for me to place a hand on her back and push her forward. She bends to my will, reaching down to place her hands on the tiled floor of the shower. Her pussy is peeking at me. Practically winking. Practically begging me to stick my fat cock inside her.

I start with my fingers. I trace the outline of her pussy. She moans, rises up a little, then places her palms flat against the wall to keep her steady.

“I’m gonna fuck you, Sadie Scott. Right now.”

She looks over her shoulder at me. Her eyes are drooping, like she wants it.

But I want her to beg. “Do you want me to do that?”

“Mmm,” she says. But it’s not enough for me.

“Then tell me you want it. I like to talk, if you haven’t noticed. It turns me on to talk dirty to you. But I like it back just as much. Tell me what to do, Sadie.”

I expect her to blush. She’s young. Maybe too young to have much sexual experience. But she doesn’t even hesitate. “I’m bent over, Thomas Brooks. My pussy is staring you in the face. Fuck it.”

I laugh so loud, it echoes off the ceiling of the shower stall. I grab her arms, bending them until her hands are crossed at the small of her back. Then I ease forward, my cock poking her entrance. “Do you want it?” I ask, smiling.

“I’m going to rescind my offer if you—”

I ram into her. She gasps, standing up, which allows me to push even deeper inside her. I keep her arms behind her back and push her forward until she has to press her cheek against the hard tile wall. She leans her head into my neck. An invitation to kiss her, if ever there was one. I lick the water streaming down her neck and then pull her skin into my mouth with my teeth. She hisses in a breath, holds it until I let go and then lets it rush out in a moan.

I let go of her hands, reaching around to fondle her breasts. “I’d make sure it was as good for you as it is for me right now, Miss Scott. But I’m too fucking horny to care. So come right now or I’ll leave you hanging.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

I pull out and come as she finishes that sentence. My cock spews out semen in a long arc of white that pulses, over and over again, spilling all over her back.

“You fucking dick!”

I back away and lean against the wall, grinning like a dumbass. “Your turn,” I say. “Next time I tell you to do something, you better do it. I’ll always take the dare.”

She turns to face me. Still and silent. The default setting, I remind myself. I wait for her to get angry. To make a quick escape and pretend this never happened.

But she stands her ground. God, I love that.

Then her hand is between her legs. Stimulating her clit in small, slow circles. Her other hand goes to her breast. They are nice. Her tits are big, I realize. Bigger now that I see one in the grip of her small hand. She closes her eyes. Starts moaning. I might be getting hard again, but I think cold shower thoughts to keep it at bay. This is her moment and I don’t want her thinking she can take control of me, because she can’t.

No woman has control of my cock.

Her moaning increase as she brings herself towards climax. And then, just as she’s about to come, she opens her eyes. Smiles. And then closes them again, her whole body shuddering with release.

I watch her as she enjoys the moment. She’s a lot more sexual than I thought she’d be.

“Hey, Sadie,” I growl out in my deep post-coital voice.

“What?” she replies, not even bothering to open her eyes.

“The next time I tell you to do something you should do it. Because when I give orders, I mean them. No second chances.”

I reach for her arm, pull her to her feet, push her gently aside, then rinse off under the shower. When I’m done she’s watching me. Nothing to say.

“And Sadie, this whole deer-in-the-headlights thing is over now. You’re no innocent schoolgirl, so stop the facade.”

I step out of the shower, grabbing one of the towels off the counter and wrapping it around my waist, and just barely catch her response as I exit the bathroom.

“Fuck you, Thomas.”

I want her to give in.