“Why?”
“Don’t ask stupid questions.”
“I’m not. I let you go so you could go back to… to whatever you wanted to do. So I wouldn’t waste your time.”
He lets out a little sardonic laugh. “If you remember, I didn’t fuckin’ want to be let go.”
I lean forward to kiss him but just before my lips touch his, he grabs one of my braids and tugs, pulling my head back gently and making my eyes meet his.
“Nah, Princess. I’ve learned with you we set terms first. You don’t get to just walk in here and take, just because I’m feeling low.”
“I didn’t-—” I start to protest, hurt that he’d think I was trying to take advantage of him.
He puts his hand over my mouth and his eyes drift over my face, a smile tugging at one side.
“I missed you. The way you look at me. This little splash of freckles on your nose. These fucking braids. Being able to put my hands on you whenever I want. Did you miss me?”
He doesn’t remove his hand, so I close my eyes briefly and give a small nod.
“Good.” His eyes glitter with the word. “So here’s how it’s gonna go. I’m gonna get you ready for me. Treat you like I fucking hate you, talk to you how you like it, so we can get that tight little cunt of yours nice and wet. But when I fuck you? When I put my cock inside you—you’re gonna fuck me like you love me. Like you’re fucking obsessed with me, and you can’t imagine another man ever touching you again. You better make me believe I’m the only one for you. Then we both get what we need tonight. You think you can do that?”
I nod because I can already feel the warmth of his words spreading through my body, touching every little ending and sparking it back to life. Melting the parts of me that had gone cold without him.
He releases his hand from my mouth and lets the hold on my braid loose again.
“Get up and strip for me. Slow. Like you’re my own personal cam girl.”
I scoot off the edge of the bed, standing in the center of the room, suddenly feeling nervous and self-conscious. Wondering if I can really do what he’s asking. His eyes soften the slightest bit when he looks at me like he can read my thoughts.
“You want me to go first? Here.” He grabs the back of his tee one-handed and yanks it off over his head, tossing it at my feet and then stands, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them off to reveal a gorgeous expanse of muscle and skin, his cock hard and heavy between his thighs. “That better? I know you like to look.”
He lays back on the bed, his shoulders resting against the wall as his eyes drift over me. “Now strip.”
My fingers fumble as I grab my tee and pull it over my head, unhooking it as it catches on one of my braids on the way off. I slowly unbutton and unzip the shorts I have on. Trying to pace myself, but I have no idea what I’m doing, and he still has the ability to make me feel nervous.
“Turn around, I wanna see your ass when you bend over to take them off.”
I swallow hard as he says the words, doing as he asks, and feeling the answering pull low and tight in my body. I slip the shorts off my legs.
“You listen so fucking well when you want to,” he mutters. “Now the panties and bend all the fucking way over when you do it.”
I follow his instructions again, nerves fluttering in my stomach as I bend down.
“Fuck… me… The way your ass and thighs look from this angle.” I hear a stuttered breath leave his chest. “Turn back around and look at me.”
I turn slowly, half afraid that the look on his face might make me crumble. But it’s even worse because his hand is wrapped around his cock, slowly stroking as he watches me.
“Now the bra. I wanna see how hard those nipples are for me.”
I reach back around to the closures, unhooking them slowly, one at a time, and letting the straps fall down my arms, cradling the bra for a moment before I let it drop.
“Fuck. You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He closes his eyes and gives himself another long slow stroke before he opens them again. “Touch yourself.”
I put my hand between my legs, dipping my fingers in, knowing I’m already wet for him.
“Show me.”
I hold my hand out tentatively and a smug little grin forms. Amusement and arrogance dance over his face and then he stands abruptly. His hand going to my throat as he backs me up against the wall, pinning me there. His fingers slide down between my legs, parting me, the pads of them brushing over my clit.
