“You need one too, for when I really hurt you and you can’t take anymore.” She curls her lips, waiting.
“Okay.” I nod. “Mine’s sneaker.”
“Is that because you can cry it more easily?” She smirks and takes a couple of steps backward, preparing for me to come at her.
“No. It’s because yours are undone again, baby.”
She looks down, and I take it as my opportunity to grab her, snaking one hand around her waist and placing the other against her throat.
“Cheat,” she spits, her windpipe pushing against my palm as I hold it.
“I told you; assholes don’t play fair.”
Her eyes burn into mine as I lift her like she weighs nothing and get her on her back beneath me within seconds. There’s no point escalating my attack slowly. We’ve done this so many times now, we get straight to it.
Only this time, I’m supposed to be ‘grabbier’.
I slide my hand over her hip, my thumb dusting over each rib as I inch higher toward the hem of her cropped workout top.
“Want to use that safe word yet?” I ask.
“Fuck you,” she spits, bucking beneath me.
I stroke over her thundering pulse with the hand that’s wrapped around her neck.
“Keep up the struggle, baby. It’ll make it more fun breaking you in.” I slide my other hand higher until the tip of my thumb grazes the underside of her breast through the thin material.
I pause, looking into her eyes as I wait for her to react. She’s going to say it any minute.Mitt.She’s going to say it and then it’ll all be over. She’ll race out of here, full of anger like she was the first time we crossed this line. The last few sessions we’ve had have been tamer. She’s right. I have stepped it down. I’ve held back, not wanting to push her too far. Not wanting to face the consequences of what might happen if I did. The way she might look at me after. Or worse, not be able to look at me at all.
We stare at one another, breath mingling. Her pupils dilate.
Then she bucks again.
“I’ll rip your dick off if you so much as touch me!”
My hand moves before my brain catches up, and I cup it over her breast, closing my palm over it, taking the weight of it in my grasp.
“Now there’s an invitation, baby,” I hum.
Sinclair fights me, clawing and scratching at my arm, pulling at my hair. But I don’t feel a thing except the way her nipple hardens for me beneath her top as I drag my thumb around it in circles.
“You wet for me too?” I ask, letting go of her neck and grabbing a handful of her ass and lifting her thigh so it wraps around my hip.
“Asshole!” she thunders as she slaps at my face.
I bury it into her neck, away from her attack, and kiss beneath her ear.
“Shall we find out, baby? I know that’s what you’re waiting for.”
Her nipple is so hard beneath my thumb that heat threatens to race to my dick. I force all thoughts of it away.
This is just roleplay. It’s what she wanted.
She bucks again, pressing her breast into my palm. “Get your dirty hands off me!” she yells as she delivers an impressive blow to my temple. I’ll have to commend her on that one when we’re done. She was so fast I didn’t have time to block it.
I squeeze her breast, pinching her nipple.
The next buck of hers has even more power behind it, and she manages to lift my weight off her a little.
