12
Tristan Broussard
I wantedto go to Emma Lia’s room last night. I wanted to make things okay with her. But I couldn’t do it. I’m a Dom. I can’t bend for her. Not again. I’ve already bent more than I ever should have. She is my submissive, and she needs to understand what thatmeans.
It’s been twenty-four hours since she came into my office and sucked me off. And fuck, I can’t believe how badly I want to see her again. I’m sitting in my office pretending to work because I’m hoping that she’ll pay me another visittonight.
I sit patiently, and she doesn’tdisappoint.
Same as last night, she enters my office without knocking and closes the door. Not saying a word, she rounds my desk and bends over it. Her hands grasp the back of her dress and she pulls it upward, exposing her naked ass andpussy.
Feels like every drop of blood in my veins rushes to my cock, making me hard in record time. But truth be told, I was already semi-hard thinking—and hoping—she’d come to meagain.
“Look atme.”
She shakes her head and saysnothing.
“It doesn’t have to be this way,bebelle.”
Her head lowers, and her palms flatten on the top of my desk. “This is the position that you likebest.”
“You know that’s not what Imean.”
She still doesn’t look at me. “I’m here to be your submissive, fulfill my part of our agreement, and earn my key. That’sall.”
I hate the defeat and emptiness that I hear in her voice. I’d prefer that she fight instead of seeming as though she couldn’t careless.
I place my hand on the back of her thigh and caress it up her leg. “I don’t want it to be like this,bebelle.”
Her dress slides down and partially covers her ass. “Are you going to fuck me or not,Tristan?”
My words have hurt her. And I hate that. I didn’t mean to cause her pain, but she must learn that she is only my submissive. She doesn’t have a say in how I run mylife.
I get up and move behind her, undoing my pants. “Yes, bebelle. I’m going to fuckyou.”
I wish that I were stronger. I wish that I could tell her I won’t take her this way, but the truth is that I can’t resist. I’m obsessed with her, and I’ll take her this way if it’s the only way that she’s willing to give herself tome.
I touch her pussy and find that she’s dry, but not for long. I’m going to make her want this even if she doesn’t want to wantit.
I dip my fingers into my mouth and then use my wet fingers to lubricate the skin around her entrance. I guide my cock inside her and her body accepts mine, not easily at first, but the following thrusts gradually come with moreease.
I reach around her waist and spread the top of her slit. Although I’m certain that it’s unintentional, she softly moans when my fingertips expose her hooded clit. I rejoice inside; she may be pissed off at me, but she can’t turn off those pleasure receptors or her response. She can’t hide her arousal from me. And I’m going to use that weakness to bring her back to me. Back to the place that I had worked so hard to get to withher.
I watch my cock move in and out of her from her behind, slow and deliberate. I could fuck her hard only for my pleasure, but I want to make her feel goodtoo.
She softly moans again as I flick her clit with my fingertips and rocks against me, pushing and pulling herself on and off of my lengthfaster.
“Slow down, bebelle. Don’t rush it.” I need to make this last as long as possible. I’m not sure when she’ll let me fuck heragain.
I lower my face to her shoulder and lean around to kiss the side of her neck and face. She might not have allowed me to kiss her mouth last night, but she can’t stop me from kissing her thisway.
Her pussy contracts around my cock, and I grip her tightly as the pleasure rocks through my body. I enjoy the high, and I ride it to the very end, feeling my body tense and relax as the pleasure enters and leaves my extremities. I thrust those final times, filling her with my seed until all of it is inside her instead of me. Right where it shouldbe.
I rest my forehead against her upper shoulders, my cock still inside her, and wrap both arms around her. I love everything about the way she feels in myarms.
“You owe me a key,Tristan.”
My cock has gone soft and slips out of her when she squirms beneathme.
