“Yeah, stand just like that. Don’t move.” He ran his hands over her back and ass, then stepped closer, putting that fat cock between her cheeks. He held himself there a moment, then slid, rubbing against her. “You have any idea what I want to do to you? How much you need my discipline?”
“D-discipline?” Hell, she was still trying to get her breath back from coming so hard.
“Yeah. You need to be spanked. Tied up. Ass-fucked and gagged on my cock until you realize where you belong.”
She couldn’t move, caught in the lustful fantasy he wove around her without even trying. Dex was one kinky bastard, and she felt as if she’d stepped into heaven. “Where Iwhat?” she said when she could speak.
“Where you belong.” He knelt behind her and pried her buttocks wide. “Beneath me,” he added before sliding the tip of his finger against her ass.
Dex ached to be inside her.Shit.Eating her out after dreaming about her all night long had only prolonged his frustration. No way he could stop himself from having her, not when she’d gotten naked and confronted him in his own fucking shower. And he’d been doing so well not jacking off—again—to the memories of doing her in his studio.
Now he planned to make good on his promises. Some good old-fashioned discipline might steer the woman in the right direction. Even better, this technically wasn’t a date. She’d come to him and they sure as hell weren’t getting to know each other through conversation. Though he wanted to wait and continue to court her, he couldn’t deny either of them the pleasure they both craved.
“Dex, God. What are you doing to me?”
“You like this?” He eased his finger around her hole, rimming her before dipping the tip inside her. “’Cause I am dying to fuck you here. Come on, admit it. You like a little kink.”
She moaned. “So what if I do?”
Oh yeah. She totally fit him, like a lock and key. “So I’m thinking I have the house to myself for once. You’re here, naked. I’m still hard and hurting.”
“Oh?”
He huffed. “Fine. Yeah, I lied last night. But you pushed me into it by trying to turn our date into a hookup.”
She snickered, and he wanted to get down on one knee and beg her to marry him. She was sexy, a little mean, and so affectionate when he stroked her just right. Like taming a feral cat, she only needed the right petting to bring out her loving side. He wanted that more than anything. For Maya to give him what only he should have a right to take—her heart.
But first, he’d take control of her body. Because he was right. She needed it.
“What are you going to do to me, Dex?”
He continued to caress her ass, playing with the water and using it to ease the slight penetration of his finger. The woman gripped him like a vise, and he swallowed a groan. “I’m going to own you, baby.”
She looked over her shoulder at him. “You think you can handle me?”
He stood and leaned into her so she could feel all of him. “IknowI can handle you.”
“Oh?”
He gripped his cock. “Get on your knees. I think it’s time you showed me what else that mouth is good for.”
“Dick.” She frowned at him and turned around.
“My thoughts exactly.”
She blinked then smirked at him. “You’re the king of bad puns.”
“No, I’m the king of sexually frustrated. Now get on your fucking knees and blow me.” He gripped her by the hair. Not the most romantic of declarations, but by the way she maintained eye contact and practically melted at his feet, he knew he’d found the right way to connect with her.
“So bossy,” she breathed.
“That’s right. Now open up and take me in.” He stared, unable to look away, as she parted her lips and enveloped his cockhead.
She took his hand away from the root of his shaft and eased her mouth over him, taking him deeper.
“Fuck, Maya. That’s good,” he could barely get out as she found a rhythm that threatened to take him out of this world. She bobbed over him and cupped his balls, drawing her skillful tongue over his shaft like it was a fucking lollipop.
He hissed and moaned, tangled his hands in her hair and couldn’t look away.
