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“No. Tonight is about me. Tonight, you exist only to pleasure me. You won’t come until I say so. Understand?”
I drop my head back when his tongue dips inside the dress and flicks across my nipple. He lifts me, sliding his hands beneath my dress. His hand connects with my bare ass in a sharp slap that echoes through the car.
“Understand?”
“Yes. I understand.”
“Good.” He rubs the spot he just smacked to soothe it.
His hand comes between us and I hear the sound of a zipper undoing. Slowly, he lowers me back down.
“You won’t need these…” A rip fills the air as my thong is torn from my body.
My mouth forms a silent ‘o.’ Did he just seriously rip my panties?
“Challenge accepted and accomplished,” he murmurs, pressing my now-bare cunt against his hard cock.
One hand in my hair and one on my ass, he covers my mouth with his and pushes me against him. His hips grind beneath me, rubbing his shaft against me, teasing me in the most deliciously awful way. My body soon responds and I find myself gyrating against him instead.
My muscles tighten as my release builds slowly, the feeling of his hardness beneath my softness and his tongue dominating my mouth too much to bear.
Even he groans, and it’s a sound I hear everywhere, I feel everywhere. Another groan, one that mixes with a cry of my own. A tightness of my muscles, a building heat inside, and then…
“Sir? We’re here now.”
Tyler slides me back with a gentle bite on my bottom lip. “Looks like you’re saving that one for later.”
Oh my god. He actually just denied me my orgasm. On the fucking brink of it, too.
I’m ready to slap him, to slam him back in the chair and demand he finish me off… But I can’t. Here, I have no control. I don’t want any control. I want to be controlled.
So I grab my purse and follow him from the car without a word. My body is trembling, begging for the finish, and my clit is aching so painfully that I’m tempted to turn around and finish myself off.
“Don’t even think about doing it yourself,” Tyler orders like he can read my mind. “I want to know that, when you come later—because you will, I promise you—you’ve been waiting for it. I want to know your orgasm has been building for as long as I’ve wanted it to. I want to know that, when you come, Liv, it’ll be the best fucking orgasm you’ve ever had.”
My mouth dries, and my hand shakes as I try to insert my key into the door. Tyler covers my hand with his to steady it and slots the key into place.
“Are you afraid?” he says into my ear quietly.
“Are you going to tie my hands and put me on my knees?”
“Yes.”
“Then no, I’m not afraid.”
He cups my jaw and turns my head to face him. Our gazes linger together for a moment before he nods and pushes open the door. “Go into your bedroom and take off all your clothes.”
“Even the stockings?”
“Yes. Then put the heels back on.”
I drop my purse on the kitchen table and glance over my shoulder. He’s standing at the door, slowly shrugging off his jacket, and a shiver runs through me.
It feels like, after everything we’ve done so far, every limit we’ve pushed, tonight is different. He’s no longer asking me to do things. He’s not even telling me. He’s demanding me, forcing me to submit to his will. Controlling me.
And I like it.
I disappear into my room just as he’s unknotting his tie. I swiftly remove my clothes and throw them on the ottoman at the end of my bed. I pull my heels on and stand. My reflection in my mirror catches my eye—my cheeks are flushed, my hair messed, and my nipples are puckered in the light chill of my apartment.
