"Because I'm just getting started with you."
He cages me in with his body, one hand pressed to the marble beside my hip, the other already pulling his hard length out of his briefs with slow certainty.
“You really don’t know what you do to me, do you?”
His voice is low—lethal enough to make my knees shake even though I’m sitting.
“I—Don—”
“No.” He leans in, lips brushing my ear. “Don’t talk. Just listen.”
I swallow hard, as his hand slides off the marble and into my hair, tugging just enough to make my breath catch.
“I almost lost you once, beautiful,” he murmurs. “I'm not going to let that happen again.”
I shiver as he drags the pad of his thumb down my throat, following its path with his mouth—unhurried and hot.
His hand tightens in my hair. “Now. Lay back and show me how you play with that little pussy.”
I go still. Very still. Then do exactly what I’m told.
Because his control is erotic in a way that short-circuits my entire nervous system.
He steps back half an inch—not enough to free me, just enough to look.
At me. Between my legs. At what he wants. At how my fingers slide through my arousal and start a steady rhythm over my swollen clit.
His pupils swallow the whole of his gray irises, turning his gaze black.
“Fuck. Just look at you.”
He gives a quiet, satisfied smile as his other hand comes up, thumb sliding through my slickness, and joins his moments with mine—slow and tormenting.
“You're so goddamn beautiful when you’re obedient.”
My hips jerk, and he immediately clamps a hand on my stomach to hold me down.
“No, sweetheart.” His voice is a command wrapped in velvet. “You take what I give you.”
“Donovan, please—”
He looks up at me with that wicked smirk. “That’s the right tone. Keep using it.”
His thumb slides down my folds and presses inside me, pumping slowly in and out as I continue to circle my clit lightly—making me lose my breath.
I gasp as his control, the precision of it, and turns everything into liquid fire.
“Please,” I whisper.
He exhales. “Fuck. Say it again.”
“Please.”
Without warning, he removes his hand from between my thighs, sliding it under my body, and pulls me flush to the counter’s edge.
“You want it fast or deep?” He growls, stepping between my spread thighs.
I choke on air. “Both.”
