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“Taking what I want.”
There was no denying our attraction, the chemistry that coursed through us both like molten lava. He slipped his arm around me, wrapping his hand around my throat and bending my head. When he bit my neck, moans trickled past my lips. I was lightheaded, stars in various colors floating across my field of vision.
He pressed his hips forward, grinding them back and forth. He was rock hard, his cock throbbing against my bottom. Somewhere inside, I knew this was a very bad idea, but I couldn’t stop the inertia.
Even if I wanted to.
As he licked the area where he’d bitten me, he slid his other arm around my waist, cupping and squeezing my breast. I palmed his outer thighs, breathless, still trembling as the fire of need tore through us.
His touch screamed of possession, his needs obvious. And I knew he wasn’t going to let me go.
He carefully peeled the straps of the dress down my shoulders, exposing the thin lace of my bra. Blinking, I couldn’t take my eyes off his, arching my back as he pinched my nipple between his fingers. The pain was instant, the sharp discomfort awakening my senses. Yet the way he touched me was an awakening, as if I was being born at that very moment, naked and open to the world.
When he slid a single finger under the edge of my bra, flicking the tip back and forth across my fully aroused nipple, I felt it deep in my soul. He’d already penetrated the thick walls I’d placed around myself, an armor to prevent caring about anyone ever again.
The moment added strange images in my mind, becoming so profound that I had difficulty breathing. It was as if he’d freed my soul, breaking through the chains locked around me. I obviously wasn’t thinking clearly because as he pushed the dress to the floor, I stepped out of it without being asked.
He continued pressing kisses against my neck, growling every few seconds as if he was a beast hunting his prey. I was vaguely aware he’d unfastened my bra, pulling the straps down my arms.
I offered no resistance, the rational side of my mind no longer having a chance to stop the madness of what was happening. I was a doctor, for God’s sake. I knew all the risks of unprotected sex, and he could have darker intentions. I didn’t care. I needed to feel something again, relishing the fact I was still alive.
“Look at me,” he directed, his command not to be denied.
As I’d done before, I obeyed him, watching as he pinched and twisted both nipples, his expression acknowledging the moans of anguish pushing past my lips. Fire tore through me, the need furrowing to the surface becoming insatiable. I longed to touch him, to run my fingers down his chest, wrapping them around his thick cock.
But he was having none of it, totally in control of both my body and my mind.
He slowly lowered his hands, peeling my thong over my hips, pushing it to the floor. There was nothing like the feeling of being totally naked in front of a stranger, allowing him to bask in my wantonness. He seemed pleased, his nostrils flaring as his breathing became ragged.
“You’re a very bad girl, aren’t you?”
The question would have seemed strange only an hour before, but now, it fit the moment, the answer easy to whisper. “Yes.” My panties remained wrapped around my ankles, a shackle that I wouldn’t be able to escape from.
When he twisted my nipple painfully, his expression turning dark, I could tell I’d displeased him.
“But you will respect me.”
Blinking, a lump formed in my throat, the good girl side of me trying to fight to regain control. But the bad girl won.
“Yes, sir.”
“Better.” He cracked his hand against my bottom with just enough force I was driven onto my toes. “I’ll teach you to surrender.” Then he snapped his hand several times, moving from one side to the other.
The pain was terrible, at least at first, my mind a blur from the fact he was spanking me. It was crazy. All I could think about was the noise his hand smacking against my naked skin was making. I held my breath as he continued, realizing quickly that I was hot all over, my skin tingling. Within seconds, I was wet, my thighs slickened.
Growling, he caressed my bottom, his chest heaving. “Yes, you’re a very naughty girl who needs a firm hand. Aren’t you?”
I had no idea if I was supposed to respond. My mouth was dry, the sound of my hammering heart echoing in my ears. “Yes, sir.” Oh, God. What was I doing? Was I losing my mind? If so, I wasn’t certain I cared.
As he brought down his palm several additional times, I arched my back, panting as stars floated in front of my eyes. There was a strange feeling of bliss, my body’s reaction treacherous.
After several more, he crowded closer, his hot breath cascading over my shoulders.
He fisted my hair at the scalp, yanking back as he took full control of me. Then he eased the flat of his hand down my stomach, sliding his fingers between my legs. “Are you wet for me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Are your thighs burning for my touch, your sweet pussy hungering for my cock?”
