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Kenzie began shaking, unsure if she’d heard her mother right. She forced herself to move forward and grabbed a towel off the rack, placing it over her mother’s naked, frail body. “You need to sleep.” This wasn’t the first time her mother had said something horrible to her, and she knew it wouldn’t be the last.
Her mother grabbed her hand, lifting her head up off the floor. While her voice slurred, her eyes held venom. “It should have been you.”
Kenzie yanked her hand away, tears welling in her eyes. “What should have been me?”
“You should have died that day. Not my Joslyn.”
Tears rushed down Kenzie’s cheeks as a hurt so painful stormed into her. Mom had always said that Kenzie was her father’s daughter. It always seemed like that’s why Mom favored Joslyn. Kenzie knew she didn’t resemble her sister and her mother. She was sure that meant she had her father’s traits. Maybe that’s why Mom always seemed to hate Kenzie.
Staring into her mother’s eyes, she learned a truth that was as cold as ice. Loving someone gave them a way to hurt you. She’d never allow that to happen again. She turned away from her mother and whispered, “I wish it had been me, too.”
Kenzie yanked herself out of the memory, hating that her mind made her relive such horrible things. When would the haunting stop? That’s why she couldn’t let herself get too close to Porter. Not with this arrangement hanging over them. There was too much at risk, too much on the line. She had promised herself as that ten-year-old girl that she’d never let anyone hurt her again.
Happiness lied.
Love lied.
She felt the coldness lacing her veins and cursed the very thoughts running through her head. Doing what she did best, she forced herself out of her head and into her body. It always made her feel better. Maybe she’d gone soft with Porter, allowing her heart to get in the way, but she craved with desperation to feel more like herself.
To be the naughty submissive who often got in trouble. To push against the will of a Dom who would push back and send her to places that made her forget everything. To do something that would warrant a punishment.
She gave Porter a push so he lay on his back, and she waited to see if he woke. When he mumbled, rubbing his head against the pillow and falling back into sleep, she grabbed the thick quilt and slid it down his body. As the blanket slid over his waist, she restrained her gasp when she spotted his beautiful naked body.
Definitely a Dom, she mused. Porter wanted to sleep naked, so he did, because he felt no need to do otherwise. She loved that about Doms. No insecurity. No restraint.
When they’d gone to bed to watch television, he had kept his jeans on, and she hadn’t realized he’d undressed. She licked her lips at his soft cock, excited over the idea that soon he’d be hard for her. That soon if she tried to control him, he’d flip her over and possibly take her from behind, dominating her.
She moved down the bed and grabbed her hair, tucking it over one shoulder, and then lowered her mouth to him. With one long lick, she slid her tongue over his soft shaft. Another lick came before his penis jerked beneath her. She peered up, discovering Porter’s heated stare, and then she licked again, and his low groan followed.
He raised a hand and slid it across her cheek as she swept her tongue over him in a few quick swirls. She grabbed his now hard cock, stroking it as she continued to tease him—doing all the things that she wanted to do to him.
On her terms.
Under her control.
She took him deep into her throat, feeling him strain beneath her. As she pulled her mouth around him, it surprised her that he stayed silent, relinquishing control to her. Though now her mind was trapped in the pleasure she was giving him, in the ownership she expressed over his cock.
Up and down, she caressed his shaft, making it harder and wet for her. She wanted more than anything else to make him ready so she could demand her pleasure. The deep moans Porter made urged her on. The sensual noises that came only from a man bound by pleasure.
Her mouth stretched to take
him all in as her nose hit his shaved pelvis, and she sensed her growing need to feel this beautiful cock inside her. Her clit ached with every slide of her mouth and wetness coated her lower lips as his moans deepened, sending her rushing into his spell of desire.
Unable to stand it any longer—needing more of him—she released his cock and climbed onto his lap. Porter reached for her pajama top that wasn’t sexy in any regard, but a simple cotton nightie. He yanked it over her head, and then his hands went to her breasts, caressing them, tweaking her nipples into firm points.
She shifted her hips against him, spreading her moisture over his cock, prepping them both. Staring into his eyes, she didn’t see the Dominant side of him. Sure, she knew it would always be there, but he seemed to be controlling himself, allowing her to take the lead. The tightness in his jaw indicated that he wasn’t pleased at the role reversal. Yet she needed him—craved to take this man deep inside her.
Her clit throbbed and her inner muscles clenched, wanting to own him. She angled her hips, and his cockhead pushed against her folds before she lowered down onto him. Her eyes fluttered as he filled her—so perfectly he fit inside her; the sensation compared to nothing else in the world.
Opening her eyes, she rose up and down, sliding herself over him in a slow dance. He ran his hands over her breasts and down her sides to rest them on her thighs. She reveled in her power and loved that he let her do this to him. Control felt damn good, and maybe in the midst of all this hell, she needed it more than ever.
She ground herself against him, rubbing her clit along his pelvis. Her mouth fell open as pleasure stormed into her, igniting her moans to mirror his. She moved faster, rubbing harder, giving herself the climax she craved. The orgasm she demanded, not only to satisfy her but to prove to his Dom beneath her that she could get off without his mastery.
More important, that she didn’t need him. Maybe she was proving that to herself, too. That Porter was a Dom, a man used for casual sex, and that after this she’d feel more powerful. No longer would she wait to be given what she needed.
She’d take it.
Every shift of her hips brought her higher, and by the time her clit felt swollen with the need for something deeper, she was riding him faster. Porter never reached for her breasts, not assisting her in any regard. His eyes stayed firmly fixated on hers, his jaw clenching and unclenching, as if it took everything inside him to simply lie there and let her have her way with him.
