“No, you wouldn’t. I don’t believe that. You’re the one who told me we are the hardest on ourselves. Let me show you,” Harper said. She swung her legs over his muscular hips.
“Damn it, Angel. You don’t understand...”
But his mouth was on her again, his hands threading through her hair. His touch blazed a trail of desire right down to her toes.
“Enough! Get out before I hurt you.” His tone cut, but Harper stayed right where she was. His firm hands gripped her sides as he set her on the floor. Standing up, he pointed at the doorway.
“You won’t hurt me,” Harper said.
“I would want to know where you areeveryhour of the day.”
“You already do,” Harper said. “Anything you want, Xander, I can be for you. I’ve learned a lot of things over the years. Stop seeing me as a little girl.”
“Oh, Angel, I want you.” Xander stalked towards her, his eyes flashing.
“Then why can’t we enjoy each other?” Harper asked, putting her hands on his chest.
She gasped as he gripped her wrists.
“Kneel, now.” His voice like a thunderbolt, sent gooseflesh prickling along her skin, caused a fiery trail of shivers to wrack her body, but she knelt at his feet, keeping her eyes on the plush black carpet below.
“Because I would want you tied to my bed every night and you eating at my feet every morning,” Xander said, his foot sliding between her legs, nudging them apart. “You don’t understand what I require.”
“I don’t because you have never told me this. I’ve seen you with all those women, Xander. What do they have that I don’t?” She didn’t want to cry, and she hated the desperation in her voice.
“I did not tell you to speak.” Xander pulled her hair, his steel eyes shooting laser beams of command into her.
She gasped, swallowing thickly.
“You can’t handle my wants, my needs,” Xander growled. He let go of her hair and nudged her down with his foot. She followed his touch until her head was on the floor. “I would want you under my foot.” His foot pressed down on her back.
God, why did this make her so wet? She wanted to clench her legs together but breathed through the impulse with her forehead pressed to the carpet. His foot moved to the centre of her back. Her nipples hardened to stiff peaks.
“Every single day, no exceptions. No time off. Do you think this is what you want?” Xander moved his foot around her side, he slowly carrsesed her with his heel. Harper let out a gasp, and tension coiled low in her belly.
His foot glided around in between her thighs. She moaned low in her throat. God, this was awful and so damn good she didn’t want it to end. His toe pressed down on her clit. Harper’s fingers clawed the carpet.
“Show me,” Xander said, his voice a quiet lash against her last remaining inhabitations. “Show me you can be the submissive I need. Grind, girl. Get yourself off on my foot.” He moved his toe an inch to the right and Harper bit her lip.
Her hips ground against his foot, though she wanted his toe back on her clit. She ground down and whimpered. A mix of shame and lust coursed through her body. She was soaked, so damn wet, her skin on fire. Lifting her hips up and down, she mewled. Harper gasped as her clit contacted his toe and she pressed down on it hard. Tears leaked from her eyes and a blast of heat poured into her centre as Xander circled her clit with his toe.
“Yes!” she screamed as his toe struck her clit, her heart pounded out of her chest. Behind her eyes, she saw black. God, she felt a mess. All the air whooshed out of her body, and she lay flat on the floor, shaking.
“You know what those women have, Angel? Nothing.” Xander’s crouched down by her face. “They arenothingto me. They aren’t like you, and that’s the problem. I can’t use you and hurt you and break you. So, leave now and we can pretend this never happened.”
“Doesn’t it matter what I want? What if I want to be this for you?”
“Harper, you are topping from the bottom. You aren’t the woman, the submissive I need.” Xander gritted out.
“You made me who I am today, Xander. Are you telling me you don’t like the woman I’ve become?”
“Get up and go, Angel. Before neither one of us can recover from this,” he snarled at her.
“I might never get a chance again. You might send me off to Latvia.” Harper scrambled to her knees. “Please, Xander.”
Xander laughed darkly, his hands on her hair. “If only I could send you away. You’re going to regret this.”
“No, I’m not.” Harper glared at him.
