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"Who's in charge here?" It comes out as a question, but he must not actually want an answer. When I try to open my mouth--fully intending to give him some attitude--he gives a sharp shake of his head "Think real hard before you answer that, or I'll be punishing you for lying to me on top of teasing me with what I couldn't have for years."
Years? Holy moly. I swallow, testing the hold he has on my neck before speaking. "You are, Shane," I offer meekly, feeling an odd need to look away from him to prove my words are true. To submit to the hold he has on me.
"2Dominer," he says under his breath.
I try to shake my head, to let him know I don't understand, but then his hand tightens again, just briefly.
"All in good time. First, I think we need to get a few things clear before this goes any further. I don't share, Nicole. Ever. While we're taking some time to get to know each other, whenever and wherever I want, there will be no other men in your life."
"Wherever?" I squeak.
He ignores me, powering on with his speech. "I won't give you hearts and flowers or any of that other bullshit. Don't start dreaming of white picket fences and two point five kids because I'm not that man for you. Bottom line, if you're hoping for a relationship here, you won't find one with me."
"Sex only?" I whisper.
"That's what you want, isn't it?"
I don't speak as I weigh his words. It is what I want, but can I really keep myself detached from this kind of attraction? Already, I crave his touch, and he hasn't even gotten my clothes off. I've never had sex with someone who I wasn't in a relationship with, so I'm honestly not sure, but after Seth, I would like to think I'm capable of taking what I want and nothing more. The last thing I want is to get hung up on someone else who will never want a future with me.
"Don't fall for me, Nikki--it will only end badly," he continues, driving home his warning.
His words give me a flash of defiance. How can he be so sure I would be the one to get attached? "Maybe you should be worried about falling for me, Shane."
Molten. That's the only way to describe the heat boring into me--his eyes even darker now with his pupils dilated and a hint of brown just peeking around the darkness of them.
"You either respect that I demand exclusivity from you, or we stop this now, Nicole. I've warned you not to look for anything more than what I'm willing to give because I respect you too much to give you false promises. If you choose not to listen to me, that's on you. I won't be responsible for breaking your heart because you didn't heed my warning."
"If you're going to demand exclusivity from me, then I'd better get the same respect from you," I stress.
His forehead drops to mine, and his fingers flex again at my neck. "You're fucking lucky I'm feeling forgiving of that attitude, or you wouldn't be able to sit for a week."
"I wouldn't bet on that." Did he just say I wouldn't be able to sit? And more importantly, why does that turn me on so much?
"You won't have to."
"I mean it," I whisper, his confidence in answering without wavering not what I expected. "In order for me to get what I need and want out of this, exclusive is the only way this will work. I meant what I said last night--about us receiving mutual benefit from this attraction, but that means you give me just as much as I give you. I'm not asking for a relationship, Shane, but just for it to look like one from the outside."
He mulls over my words before giving me a small nod. "You have my word that I won't touch another woman."
"And you have mine that I won't touch another man."
"Or woman, Nicole. Man or woman," he adds oddly.
I wrinkle my nose. Weird, but whatever. "Do I need to worry about you slipping the tip in another man too?"
"Humor me," he says, his tone losing some of that alpha male he's been rocking and taking on one that seems ... worried. Something I never would expect from a man like Shane.
I shake the thought from my mind. "Or woman," I agree. "I'm exclusively yours for however long this goes on, and my heart will not be broken by your inability to have a relationship. We give the world a fake one that I won't twist around in my head to believe is real. How's that?"
He doesn't look away. Nor does he call me on my attitude. Joe Jonas on a stick, whoever put that in his head really did a number on him.
"You'll tell me everything later, Nicole. I want to know what made you need to have a fake anything when you could have any man you want. Damn sure you could have someone who could give you what I won't, but right now, I can't think straight with the way my cock is begging for your pussy. Tell me again, who is in charge here?" He repeats his earlier question and waits with a stoic mask of pure power-driven domination across his handsome face.
"You are." I gasp softly with strength in my tone even at just a whisper.
With his hold around my back, he lifts me, dragging me up his body with little effort. At the same time, he releases my throat. When he has me high enough to look into my eyes without bending his neck, his free hand grabs my hair again and turns my head. His tongue licking a path up my neck. I clench the cotton of his shirt on both sides of his torso, panting shamelessly as my eyes close.
"Then, Nicole," he whispers with heat, "get on your knees and suck my cock."
I look from his face down to his crotch. Oh, my God, this is really happening. Blocking out the nagging feeling of doubt from my mind, I suck in a deep breath and do what he wants, dropping to my knees and praying I'm able to keep this strictly physical. And if I can't, that I'll be able to recover after the dust settles around us.
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1 So shy. We will have fun
2 Control
IT STARTED AS A WAY for me to test her. To see if she really was the submissive I had always pegged her to be. I figured if I had been wrong about her, I would know with just a few carefully placed questions and demands. What I hadn't planned on, though, was taking it past working her up with those demands alone. But the second she surrendered to my touch, I knew any talking would have to be after she came with my cock deep inside her body. Maybe she's used to letting a man control her in bed. I wouldn't be shocked if that was the case because all it took was one assertive hand to make her passive, waiting for my cues.
What I fucking need is to take off this edge she's built up. I've wanted to fuck that sweet mouth for far too long, and after last night, I'm finally getting it. I've suffered through nights and nights of her sitting at the bar at Dirty, teasing me with her innocent intentions. She would just smile, and I was hard. She spent hours there--dancing with Ember, drinking at the bar, and playing with the straws in her drinks. Even if she didn't do anything intentionally, she did it all the same. Fuck me, there was never anything more than watching me with a smirk on her beautiful face and hesitant desire behind those blue eyes. So wickedly sweet and unaware of the power she holds just by being her. No damn tricks or games. Nikki is the type of woman who, when she wants something, gives it her all or nothing at all. Just as she did last night when she made her move. As attracted to her as I've always been, knowing just how sweet and innocent she is was another thing that kept me at bay. All that discussion about not being dumb enough to fall for me might as well have been a big warning to myself, too. No doubt about it, she's the kind of woman who would steal your heart, and you'd just beg her to fucking keep it.
I expected her to argue with me, or maybe be offended by my brash demand.
I've misread her. I could kick myself for being so wrong about her because who knows how long ago I could have gotten my hands on her. According to her, we've both been single for about the same length of time. Time we could have been having a lot of fucking fun if I just would have gotten my head out of my ass and embraced the feelings I had been so accustomed to denying.
She's wiggling against my hold the second my words leave my mouth. Not trying to get away but to get down. Right where I told her ... right where I want her.
One thing is for sure ... with her, I won't ever get bored.
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I drop my arms to my sides at the same time her knees hit the ground so hard I know it had to hurt. My palms twitch to get my hands back on her and fuck her face instead of letting her have a small, brief taste of control.
Her hands immediately go to my jeans, fumbling in her rush to unfasten my belt. She mumbles something sharply under her breath, and I take pity, pushing her hands aside to undo the leather from the buckle myself. She keeps her position with her face close to my crotch and waits with patient hunger for me to pull my belt free of my jeans. My mind already making plans for it later. As soon as the belt drops to the floor with a clatter, she has her hands right back up there, releasing the button and zipper with careful efficiency. Her hands push in under the denim at my hips. Her warm, soft fingers blaze a trail over my naked skin, and she pulls my jeans down until they're bunched at my knees. My heavy cock springs free without the confines of underwear and almost takes her fucking eye out. Still, she waits. Something moves inside me when I realize I'm not entirely sure who is really in control at the moment. Not when she's kneeling before me, looking up at me with a mask of innocence and trust. And if I'm honest, I'm not sure I mind that it might not actually be me.
