My heart beatso loudly in my chest, I was sure he could hear the echoing thump thump thump against myribcage.
Did he know what I was asking? Did I know what I was asking? Before I could let the potential fear kick in, I gave my mind over to my body and lifted my arm to slap him one moretime.
He grabbed my wrist in a crushing grip, stalling its progress before I could strikehim.
There was no give in that look. Not one. Single. Inch. For the first time, I met his eyes and saw something to fear, but I didn’t fear for myself. That look said he’d been to the brink of insanity and stood just on the good side. One push might send him over. So I swallowed my hurt pride, let him squeeze my wrist a little too tight, and popped up onto my tiptoes to finally tastesin.
But he wouldn’t let me reach his lips. His other hand closed around my throat, not squeezing, but cradling it. I knew he understood exactly what I wanted right now, what I needed right now, and I let him takecontrol.
He spun me to face the wall. His body aligned behind mine, and he released me to rip open the bottom of my shirt. I mourned Cap for a brief second. The rough handling and the loose hold sent the fabric scraps to my ankles. I swallowed the knifepoint of fear threatening to slice open the moment and bleed it dead. No. He wanted me, and I wanted him. I didn’t expect it like this, but I was in no way unwilling. My pants were next as he roughly shoved them to my feet along with mypanties.
“Put your hands on the wall and don’t move,” he said in my ear. More growl than an actualdirective.
I spread my arms out and anchored my fingertips in the brick, the scratchy grooves between the rectangles giving me something to anchor to. It should have felt like a police frisking. Cold and unmovable, with my bare ass out and him completely clothed behindme.
The heat of his body through his clothes warmed me, excited me, aroused me in a way I didn’t know waspossible.
I cleared my throat to speak, but he clamped a hand over mymouth.
“Don’t. If you want to stop, you have to explicitly say stop. No matter what happens or how many rounds you think we’ve gone. Do you understand? When you say stop, I will let you go completely.” He released his hold over my mouth and buried his face into the back of my hair. “Tell me to stop. Tell me to stop now,” hebegged.
My body reacted before my mind and reached around to hold the back of his neck. I wasn’t going to say stop. He’d started this, and now, he was going to have to see itthrough.
“Put your hand back on the wall,” he snapped after a second of us standing, breathing, beatingtogether.
The fear left me. He was in control and some dark twisted part of me liked it that way. To surrender to him. To give up that gnawing part of my always questioningmind.
At the same time, it wasn’t always like this. We had been in a reverse position only hours before and both of us wrangled for control then too. It seemed this time he’d won. Next time Iwould.
His hands traced the curves of my bare hips, and I caught a whisper in a foreign language I didn’t recognize. Right now, I couldn’t ask what it meant, but I filed away the information forlater.
He slid those long fingers over the curves of my thighs to my core, only inches from touching the part of me that ached for it. “Do you know what I’m going to do toyou?”
He didn’t want an answer, so I stayed silent, cheek pressed against the wall. Instead of reaching between my thighs, he released me all together, but kept his lips near my ear, the only bit of him touching me now. “Go to my bed. Ass in the air. Do itnow.”
I scuttled with my pants around my ankles and paused long enough to untangle them and toss them away. I pushed open his bedroom door and went straight to the bed. Once my hips were centered over my ankles, I risked a glance back at him. Something had softened in his face. No. I didn’t want that. He needed this release, and so didI.
When I shifted to move off the bed, the hard edges returned to his gaze. “Don’t you dare fuckingmove.”
I froze and put my knee back in place, but it was too late. He stalked across the room and struck my bare ass with his open palm in one hard thwack. The pain bloomed slowly as the sharp initial sting released. That bloom heated me thoroughly. He put a hand on either hip. I wanted to look back, see his face, but I kept my headforward.
“Izzy,” hewhispered.
I rolled over and tucked my hips under to land on my ass. His eyes glistened softly. “I can’t give you what youwant.”
Not a fucking option. I scooted and bounced myself off the bed until I stood chest to chest with him. “Do we need to run through thisagain?”
He blinked, and I squared my shoulders and slapped his face again. His jaw clenched and his lips tightened, but he didn’t move, or sayanything.
I reached out to do it again but he grabbed my wrist, hard, like I wantedit.
Before I knew it, he’d spun me around, shoved my face in the coverlet, and pushed inside me hard and fast. I was wet and thought I was ready for that invasion, but nothing could have preparedme.
He held my upper back, pressing me into the bed, and fucked me with what I could only assume was decades of pent-up anger andfrustration.
Each shove of his hard length inside me was accompanied by a hard exhale, and the sound made me more wet for him. I could only keep my mouth and nose free to breathe and hang on to the bedding as he pounded into me. He took up a harder rhythm and moved the hand that had been holding my back up to join the other to clutch myhips.
I took a gasping breath as now he had the leverage to yank me back into him until the entire length of his cock was stuffed inside me. Then hestopped.
