“I didn’t?—”
“Wanted to turn you over my knee and show you what happens when my woman acts like a brat in public and tries to embarrass me.”
My woman.
My head spun. It didn’t mean anything—I knew it didn’t. Webarely knew each other. But it still made my chest feel hollow and achy.
“So now you’ll be a good girl and come on my hand, won’t you? You’ll do it quietly so I can watch your face while you do.”
I hated how much that turned me on. Pulling back to glare at him, my retort was stolen when I saw the look in Cal’s eyes. He sounded calm and dangerous and in control. But his eyes betrayed the truth.
Callum Frost was clinging onto control by the barest thread. His eyes held an edge of wildness, and I didn’t know what would happen if I pushed him. There were people just on the other side of the door, and my dress was bunched up around my waist. I glanced at the door, and a rush of heat went through me.
Apparently, I liked this. I liked the risk of getting caught. I liked Cal telling me what to do, even though it made me want to rebel.
“Cal,” I breathed, flicking my gaze up to his.
His expression was knowing, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. The hand he’d used to tilt my chin slid down, gently holding the base of my throat. In this moment, he owned me. And I liked it. “Has anyone ever told you you’re perfect?”
I tried to huff a laugh, but pleasure washed through me in a rolling wave. My forehead fell to his shoulder as my legs began to tremble. I gasped, but I bit back the cry that wanted to come out.
“Perfect and dirty and mine,” he rasped, jaw brushing my temple, his praise sending more heat rushing down to my toes. “Coming so quietly like a good girl.” His fingers slid inside me easily, and I whimpered when the heel of his palm connected with my bud. I tried to squirm away, but Cal made a rough noise at the back of his throat. “Come, Deena,” he commanded in that deep, dark voice.
“More,” I gasped. “Please.”
“If you want more, you ride harder, love,” he commanded, gentle and inexorable.
I whined in protest, and he smiled. I felt the way his cheek curved against my temple, could hear the smile in the soft praise he murmured in my ear. His thumb moved to my clit, and my hips jerked and rolled. I ground myself against his hand, all shame and embarrassment gone. I bucked and rode, whimpering while he told me how well I was doing it.
I wanted this. I wanted this so badly. Those eyes drunk at the sight of me. Those fingers curled inside me. That dirty, possessive, arrogant mouth parted on a breath, sighing because ofme.
My orgasm crested.
“Cal,” I whined, and pleasure ripped through me. My head fell back. His satisfaction was evident in the look in his eyes and the softening of his shoulders, but he didn’t remove his fingers from inside me until the last twitches of my orgasm faded from my body. Then, slowly, he brought his palm to his lips.
I watched as he licked the taste of me from his hand, his eyes fluttering shut as a groan rumbled through his chest. Panting hard, I tried to reckon with what had just happened. Tried to make sense of it, to figure out if I should regret it or not.
Then he opened his eyes, and he moved his fingers to my mouth. He pushed his index and middle fingers between my lips, and a shiver went through me as I took them inside my body once more. I could taste myself on him.
“You’re being so good, love,” he whispered, pupils so wide his eyes looked black. “Doing as you’re told.” The praise shivered through me, sending little fireflies of delight flitting through my center. He watched me, noting every reaction, and I knew he could tell I liked it when he spoke to me like that. “Lick them clean, love. And then I’ll fuck you right.”
I shouldn’t have liked him telling me that, especially not whenhe showed up here without warning. But Ididlike it. It made the orgasm that had only just happened pale in comparison to the mounting desire inside me. Desire to take him inside me again, to feel his heat and strength and power surround me so I couldn’t think of anything else. To have him tell me how good and perfect and beautiful I was in that voice that drove me wild.
This was beyond anything I’d done with any ex. Beyond anything I’d fantasized about. He slid his fingers in and out of my mouth as I worked my tongue all over them, wishing they were his cock.
And I realized he’d been right on the phone.
If he told me to drop to my knees and suck, I would. I would do anything in this moment, because nothing felt better than having the full force of his attention, his affection. Nothing felt better than the heat of his body pressed up against mine, and the knowledge that just behind the placket of his pants, he was hard. For me.
I could let go, and it would be okay. I didn’t have to fight it. I wanted to please him, and in a distant part of my mind, I wondered if I should feel weak and ashamed for it. After all, he made me want to simper and submit.
That was what everyone always wanted from me. Everyone outside that door. Everyone I’d grown up with. They hated me when I left, when I put myself through college and got my degree through force of sheer determination. They resented the fact that I had a business and I was able to support myself in a way that wasn’t tying myself to a man.
I wasproudof those things. They were integral to who I was, the very fabric of me. I was independent and strong, and I stood on my own feet. Always.
So why did Cal make me want to get on my knees? What kind of weak, spineless womanwasI?
“Hey.” He took his fingers back and cupped my cheek. His grip was strong, his eyes boring into mine. “Deena. You’re in charge here.”
