“I don’t want a pet,” Wayla spluttered.
“Yes, you do,” he argued.“I remember those remarks from the library.”Jarred leaned closer and nipped her earlobe.“You want to stake your claim and hold the leash.Admit it, Wayla.Even the vague idea of giving me orders turns you on.”
“No.”
“Precious, I cansmellyou.”
Wayla wriggled in his lap, making his cock harden.“No, you can’t.”
“Tell me to stop, Wayla.Give me an order and I’ll drop it,” he murmured into her ear.
Thank gods for yoga pants.Jarred slid his hand over Wayla’s mound and cupped her pussy through the pants, and she moaned.
“Shall I drop it, precious?”He rubbed her gently, and her thighs opened, giving him more space.“Tell me I’m wrong.Tell me that you don’t want to yank my hair while you push my head down to your needy pussy.”
“Fucking hell, Jarred,” Wayla groaned.She was panting, her nipples were hard, and her whole body was nearly steaming.Jarred purred.He almost had her.Time to risk it.He nipped her neck hard and then pulled away.
“Don’t you dare,” Wayla growled, but Jarred only smirked at her.
“You know what to do to get what you want.”She would have to lay claim to him.She would have to say what she wanted, not just go along and then claim she had no say in the matter.He could see the struggle play out on her face.
It was a gamble.She might pull back, get up, and tell him to go to hell.The longer she held her silence, the more cold sweat beaded along Jarred’s spine.He wanted her more than anyone or anything ever before.It was an instinctual need, combined with a feeling he wasn’t quite ready to name yet.Wayla had wormed her way under his skin, and he had no intention of letting go of her if he could help it.
Then the look in her eyes morphed into something else as she rolled off his lap and rose to her feet.Tortuously slowly, she pulled the tank top over her head, holding him in place with her eyes only.
She had a very sensible sports bra on underneath, but it could have been the sheerest lace for the effect it had on Jarred.A necklace hung around her neck, and the charm it held nestled between her breasts.
Jarred’s breath stalled when his eyes moved lower, and Wayla hooked her fingers under her waistband.
“Come here,pet.”The command rolled from her lips softly and straight into his cock that sprang to full attention.He started to rise to his feet, but Wayla shook her head.“Tut, tut, tut, pet.Crawl.”
She was only two paces away, but those two steps felt longer when Jarred moved slowly forward, holding her eyes the whole time.He rose to his knees in front of her and she nodded, satisfied.
“Take off my pants.”
That was an order he had no problem following.Jarred leaned in to kiss her stomach as he hooked his fingers next to hers and then pulled her pants down.She steadied herself on his shoulders as she stepped out of them.
Jarred looked down and gulped.Her bra had been sensible.Her panties were a scrap of black lace.Pleadingly, he looked up at her again.Wayla chuckled.
“Yes, you can take those off, too.”
Since she hadn’t told him how to do so, Jarred used his teeth.He nosed her mound and inhaled the sweet, tangy scent of her arousal.When her panties dropped to the floor, she stepped out of them and nudged them aside.
She stood in front of him in just a bra, and a light flush colored the top of her breasts.Oh, she was turned on all right.Wayla kneeled down and took his face into her hands.She kissed him, and it felt like she was giving him some of the control back.
Her words proved his feelings right.“Make me come, Jarred.”
He liked hearing his name from her lips.Carefully, he laid her down on the floor, regretting that he had chosen to push the issue here.She should be lying in a soft bed, warm and comfortable.
When he opened his mouth to speak, Wayla laid her finger over his lips to stop him.
“If the next word from your mouth is how, I’ll return you to the pound, pet.Take some initiative.”Her eyes sparkled, and a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.Jarred grinned back.He could work with loose instructions.
“Yes, mistress,” he teased her back.
“Now, pet.”Wayla slid her fingers into his hair and tugged.Jarred moaned.“You actually like me being in charge,” Wayla murmured softly, some wonder in her voice.Carefully, Jarred met her eyes.He was a big, muscular, powerful male.Not many expected someone like him to be anything but a bossy alpha hole.
When their eyes met, Wayla smiled, this time softly, and then followed it with a gentle tug on his hair.“Be a good pet and kiss my pussy.”
