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"I’m not going to use my gun to scare you."
"No?" I frown.
"I’m going to use it to fuck you."
My jaw drops. "What do you mean?"
"Exactly that." He hooks the barrel of the gun under my skirt and flips it up. "That’s the last time you show your panties to any man other than me."
"That’s a thong, and you can’t tell me what to do."
"And yet, it's you who came to me and asked me to dominate you."
"Doesn’t mean I'm going to submit easily."
"I wouldn’t have expected you to." He reaches with his free hand, pinches the delicate strap of my underwear, and tugs. Of course, it snaps. He yanks it off and sniffs it.
My core clenches. "You’re an animal."
"You make me an animal. You make me want to throw you down and rut into you. You make me want to forget about the veneer of civilization I’m supposed to present to the world. You make me want to beat my chest and announce to anyone who’ll hear me that you're mine. Mine, mine, mine.” He snaps his teeth and I jolt. Those golden eyes of his lighten until they seem almost pale yellow. Mesmerizing, animalistic. He seems more beast than man. A thrill grips me.
Is this what I was hoping for when I pranced out of the house and ordered a car to bring me here? He’s right, of course. I had no doubt Adrian would be watching the house, and he’d report my whereabouts to Seb. What I hadn’t anticipated is how angry it would make him to see me with another man.
For what it’s worth, the guy I chose was a wanker. Someone who couldn’t hold a candle to him. Someone I wouldn’t have wanted to touch me. If he’d tried anything with me… Well, I knew things wouldn’t get that far because I had no doubt Seb would come charging in here and pull that entire macho bullshit and throw the guy out.
Stupid plan? Maybe. I hadn’t been thinking too clearly after Fabio’s call. All I knew was I had to push Seb over the edge, and judging by his flared nostrils, the pulse that tics at his jaw, not to mention the way he’s staring at the bared flesh between my legs, I may have succeeded too well.
He tucks the top of my skirt into my waistband, then draws the tip of the gun between my pussy lips. A shudder grips me. My stomach ties itself in knots even as a fat drop of cum slides out from my channel. He scoops up the moisture with his gun and holds it to my mouth.
"Lick it off," he commands.
I part my lips, flick my tongue across the barrel, and his entire body seems to harden. The muscles of his shoulders bulge and the veins stand out at his throat. He seems to grow even bigger. For the first time fear, real fear, visceral and white-hot, grips me.
"Seb, you’re scaring me."
Elsa
"Good," he growls. He slides his hand into his pocket and pulls out a tiny device. He holds it up so I can see clearly when he presses the button. The thing between my thighs instantly vibrates. A tremor runs up my spine.
"What are you doing?" A groan wells up.
He continues to hold his finger down on the remote and the vibrations intensify. Tendrils of sensation spiral out from where the vibrator throbs inside of me. The warmth intensifies low in my belly, a jolt of heat slingshots up my skin, around my breasts and back toward my clit. I throw my head back and whine, "Please, please, Seb. Please let me come this time."
The oscillations grow in strength, becoming faster, more frequent. Every cell in my body seems to come alive with awareness; every pore on my skin seems to pop. My scalp tingles. My thighs tremble. A shuddering sweeps up from my feet, up my thighs, coils in my belly, and that’s when the vibrations cease.
"Noooo!" I flutter my eyes open in time to see him drop the remote control in his pocket. Not again. The jerk-hole, once more, stopped just as I was going to come. Anger flushes my chest. I open my mouth to protest, and that’s when he
drops to his knees and pushes his face in between my legs. His tongue swirls over my opening. What the hell—? I gasp, try to wriggle away, but he grips my hip and holds me in place. He fits his mouth to my slit and grasps hold of the vibrator, then turns his head and spits. Something clatters to the ground! Holy hell, he pulled it out. He. Pulled. Out. The vibrator. From my cunt. With his mouth. Why is that so hot? Why is that so filthy and forbidden and so very erotic? I’m conscious I’m gaping, even as pleasure pulses out from where he touched his lips to my melting flesh.
He glances up at me from under those dark eyelashes and his eyes gleam.
"You’re a monster," I gasp.
"I aim to please." Without taking his gaze off of my face, he rises to his feet, then presses the barrel of his gun to my sopping wet entrance.
I freeze. Goosebumps pop on my skin. My entire body goes rigid, and heat bursts to life in my lower belly. A pulse flares in my cunt as he eases the barrel of the gun inside of me.
Oh, my god. A moan bleeds from my lips as my channel stretches to accommodate the object. It should be scary. I should be petrified, and I would be lying if I said I’m not. But if there’s one thing I know, it’s that Seb won’t hurt me. He’s making his point in an extreme fashion, or so the still-thinking part of my brain insists. He’s trying to show me who is the Dominant in this relationship—it’s him. Something I could have told him for free. All I want is for him to work hard to make me submit. Turns out, making him angry means I pay the price, too.
