“Hands off my cock, Deena,” I rasped, and closed my teeth over her earlobe.
The panting of her breath was sweet and fast, the air dancing over the skin of my jaw. “Make me,” she whispered.
Even now, when she’d agreed she wanted me—when she’d agreed that she needed what I could give her—Deena resisted. That independent streak flared bright and strong, just like it did when she marched into my office and made a fool out of me.
I fucking loved that about her.
Smiling against the corner of her jaw, I took my hands away from her core and manacled her wrists. She gasped, fighting me, but when I held her wrists in one hand at her front, her shoulders relaxed. I pulled away, loving the dazed, glazed look in her eyes. I had her.
I fucking loved that too.
“You know what happens to girls who don’t do as they’re told, Deena?” With my free hand, I unbuckled my belt.
She licked her lips. “What?”
“They get punished.” I squeezed her wrists, causing her arms to straighten and press against the sides of her breasts. She looked completely undone, and I was drunk with the sight of it.
Control was a funny thing. In this particular moment, I was in control of what we were doing, but I was losing control over myself. Deena was too intoxicating. I’d wanted her too much, and now she was giving me everything I’d ever dreamed of. Her fight before her submission. The softening of her expression when I had her in my grasp. The way she kept her knees as wide as I’d pushed them, teasing me with the sight of her glistening cunt.
I inhaled a long, shaking breath, watching every expression on her face. I needed to be sure she wanted this. Needed to be sure Iwasn’t taking this too far, because I’d shown up here after she’d blocked me, and she was so good at pushing against my every effort to claim her.
I loosened my grip on her wrists slightly, studying her.
As if she could hear the doubts swirling in my mind, Deena’s eyes focused. She blinked, smiled softly, and said, “Fuck me, Cal.”
The leash snapped. In an instant, I had her on her back on the green felt with my cock in my hand. The next instant, I was inside her. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t slow. And it gave me the sweetest moan I’d ever heard in my life straight from my woman’s lips.
“You want everyone to hear you?” I asked, sliding out only to push back in. My hand landed on the table near her head as I pushed in deeper. “Want your ex to know I’m the one who’s fucking you?”
Her head rolled on the felt as she tilted it to look at me. Her eyes were glittering. “So jealous, Cal.”
My hips snapped, and she couldn’t stop her moan. “Yes,” I agreed. “I am jealous.” I punctuated every sentence with a thrust of my hips. “Jealous of every man who gets to see you. Speak to you. Touch you.”
“I haven’t even seen Austin in ye—ohhh,” she ended on a moan as I gave it to her deeper and rougher, her fingertips curling into my arms as she arched her back to take all of me.
“You don’t say another man’s name when I’m inside you,” I said, voice black with fury and lust and possession.
Her hair clung to the felt behind her head, a halo of gold and brown. Her eyes fluttered shut as I fucked her, and I caught her hand as she tried to slide it toward her clit, pinning it up above her head. She whimpered in protest, and I clicked my tongue.
“I told you this was punishment,” I said, my voice low and breathless. “This one’s just for me. I’m going to take what I want from you, and you’re not going to come unless I tell you to.”
Her chest flushed red, the color climbing up her neck to sweep over her cheeks. Exquisite.
“Cal,” she whispered.
My movements slowed. I met her gaze, every ounce of my will focused on pausing. All I wanted was her. All I could think of was the orgasm tightening at the base of my spine, the desire to claim this woman for my own.
But she’d said my name, and she needed something from me.
Stopping would hurt me. Not stopping would kill me. I would not hurt her.
Gasping for breath, I forced out the words, “Yes, love?”
“The other hand. Please.” Her eyes were liquid and begging.
It took me a second to figure out what she meant. But the fingers of her free hand curled into my elbow, fingernails digging into the fragile skin of the joint. Understanding snapped inside me, and I grabbed that wrist to pin it above her head with the other.
Deena’s whole body relaxed, a sigh slipping through her lips as soon as I had her pinned. Her eyelids fluttered shut, and she gave herself to me completely.
