“I’m going to give you to the count of three, Alex, to get your ass into the bedroom. I want to see you naked, on all fucking fours, ready for me. Do you understand?”
And just like that, the switches flip.
“Yes,” I say, scrambling from beneath him. I sprint to the bedroom, not missing his chuckling behind me.
I tear off my briefs on the way, throwing them down the hall. I have no clue where they land, nor do I care.
I do just as he demands and jump onto the bed, getting into position. I know he’s staring at me. He does that a lot nowadays. I catch him doing it all the time when he thinks I’m not looking, and he’s always deliberate about it when we fuck. He likes to make me wait, but he can’t hold out too long.
He might be a patient man in most areas of his life, but when it comes to sex, he’s just as desperate as me.
So I wait what feels like hours, but is likely only seconds before I hear the opening of the drawer and the pop of the cap.
“You’ve been racking up penalties today, Alex.”
“Tell me how bad I’ve been,” I say, looking over my shoulder at him. I watch as he spreads the lube between his fingers, his heated gaze locked on mine.
“So fucking bad.”
My brain melts as I watch him come closer, as his dark words hit me, and a moment later he’s behind me, smacking my ass.
I groan as he shoves my head down and gets behind me.
“I could’ve forgiven the other discretions,” he says as he slides his fingers over my ass, pressing against my hole. He wastes no time sinking his finger into me and I moan in delight. He gets a few strokes in, even teasing my prostate before he abruptly pulls out and I whine, thrusting my hips against the air. I’m so hard, so wet, and…
“No, don’t stop,” I groan, panting heavily.
“I draw the line at stealing my ice cream.”
I bite my lip when he smacks my ass.
“Say you’re sorry,” he orders.
I grin. “No.”
“Alex…” His tone is dark and full of warning. I love it.
“Are you going to teach me a lesson or not, baby?”
He grabs me by the throat at the same time he guides his cock into me, but he doesn’t go slow.
It’s one hard, deep thrust and Ifeelit. I know I’ll feel it tomorrow, too.
“Fuck yes, you little brat.”
Once he’s settled inside me, he forces my head down onto the soft sheets, grabs my cock and fucks me so hard the bed shakes. And just as I feel that weightlessness of entering my subspace, my impending orgasm, he stops abruptly and I whine.
“Please…” I cry, the tears coming fast as my heart races. “Let me come.”
“Say you’re sorry.”
I bite my tongue. I want to say it, but not yet.
I shake my head.
Jordan grabs my hair and drives back into me, bringing me to that edge until I’m panting and then he stops.
The tears rush down my cheeks and the sobbing commences.
