“Me too,” I whisper. I wasn’t planning on admitting that either. She looks up at me, her chest rapidly rising and falling. “I haven’t touched another woman since before the bonfire.”
Her features soften and she comes forward, cupping my cheeks. “How you treat me in the bedroom is separate,” she says. “It has to be separate.”
“So not like how you just said you were going to teach me a lesson in front of a room full of people?”
“You did it first,” she snaps, moving her hands from my face and taking a step back.
Shit.I’m such an asshole.
He didn’t hit her. He found other ways to make her feel small. He insulted her in any way he could think of.
Her words from that night hit me like a freight train. Shewitnessed some pretty fucked-up shit when she was growing up. Of course she doesn’t want to be controlled or belittled outside of sex. Maybe that’s why she likes it during sex. It’s a safe environment. She always has an out, and that gives her power. But tonight, I took that power away from her.
“I’m sorry, baby.” I hold my arms out, and she sinks into them.
“I’m sorry too,” she mutters into my chest.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
“No, you said something just now.”
“I’m sorry, okay?” she says louder. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
“You didn’t embarrass me. I was just proving a point.”You can own me anywhere.
I don’t say that.
Instead, we hold each other like that for a while, just breathing.
“Does this mean I still get my lesson?” I ask, finally breaking the silence.
She leans back, a devious smile settling on her lips. “That depends. Are you ready to be a good little toy now?”
I nod my head and she tilts hers. “Then why aren’t you on your knees?”
I slowly sink down, holding her eye contact until my knees hit the linoleum floor. She comes forward, brushing her knuckles against my face, and I lean into her touch like I’m starved for it. I almost whimper when she takes her hand away.
She walks backward until her ass hits the vanity. Sitting down in the chair that’s in front of it, she spreads her legs wide so I can see the lace panties underneath her fishnets. My breathing accelerates as she reaches down and rubs herself through the material. She turns slightly so she can prop her left leg up on the counter. Then she dips a finger in one of the holesof her stockings and rips them down the middle. Moving her panties to the side, she slides two fingers in her pussy, and I groan.
“You want some?” she asks, and I imitate a bobblehead. “Then come and get it.”
I stand up, but she stops me with a look.
“No,” she tuts, pointing to the floor. “Crawl.”
My heart is beating out of my chest, but I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.
“What’s the matter, Ash? You want to show me how sorry you are? Crawl to me.”
She mistook my pause for hesitation, but really I’m savoring this moment because I know the second I do this, I’m hers forever. Not that I wasn’t before, but now she’s going to have to try really fucking hard to get rid of me.
Holding her probing gaze, I drop down to my hands and knees and, moving slowly but deliberately, I crawl toward her.
“Good boy,” she whispers when I reach her. Cradling the side of my head, she runs her fingers through my hair before gripping it roughly. “Now fuck me like a bad one.”
I rise to my feet, not wasting time with my shirt. Instead, I unbuckle my belt, unzip my jeans, and slide them down my ass. My cock is rock hard as I take it out of my boxer briefs. Allie spreads her legs even further, holding her panties to the side, and I shove my hips forward, pushing into her. She moans, and I do it again.
