The change had happened overnight. He became obsessed with her possibly cheating.
He never got the chance to repeat it. She broke up with him and said she was leaving Vegas. He begged her to stay, apologized, said it would never happen again, but she was leaving before he had a chance to change his mind.
That’s where her control issues really took hold. The only time she ever relinquished control was willingly, in the bedroom and only to a partner she felt strong enough not to abuse it.
Just then, he grabbed her by the throat and pulled her close to growl in her ear.
“What am I going to do with you and your control?”
She moaned at the possibilities.
“Doesn’t it get tiring trying to hold tight to control over everything, Pixie?”
She nodded as best she could.
“Ummmm,” he rumbled. “Yes, it does. Lucky for you, I’m gonna allow you to let go of the reins all night long. Would you like that?”
“Yes,” she croaked out.
“That’s my good girl.”
As soon as she agreed, Monster let go of her neck and tossed her over his shoulder. He stomped through a door, down a hallway, and through another door before depositing her on a bed.
“Strip,” he ordered before disappearing through yet another door.
She did as he ordered. Carys didn’t always enjoy being in a submissive position, but when there was a man she wanted to obey, she fucking loved it.
Monster returned wearing only his jeans and carrying leather cuffs. He didn’t restrain her. Instead, he placed them on the bedside table and gave her an orgasm-inducing look. “Later,” he murmured as he shucked his jeans.
Carys looked between the man and the cuffs. The thought of switching roles with a man like Monster, a huge, powerful, and clearly dominate man, had invaded her thoughts.
Monster climbed onto the bed beside her. Grabbing one of her thighs, he pulled it over his tattooed abs, and she found herself straddling his feverishly warm body.
Hell yeah, she had just been thinking of having him beneath her. Maybe he was a mind reader.
“First, I want you to ride my face.” She felt his words on her clit as he spoke them. Monster gripped her hips and slid her up his body.
Carys didn’t answer; she just silently allowed him to maneuver her into the position he wanted. Which was literally riding his face. She had men eat her pussy before, even had one fling that loved doing it, but no one had ever sat her on his face to do it. She gripped the headboard in order not to sit-sit.
“Fuck,” Monster growled. “You smell like nirvana, Pixie.”
Before she had a chance to be uncomfortable with him talking about her lady smell, his tongue was buried inside her and Monster’s nose was rubbing her clit.
Carys was silent no more.
The moan that left her mouth was loud and long.
Monster pulled back. “Taste like it too, babe.”
His words only served to bring her closer to that magical moment. But it was his teeth that sent her over the edge. He was nipping and biting her in places she wouldn’t have thought would do it for her, but sweet baby Jesus in a Hawaiian shirt, they did.
First it was that sensitive inner thigh crease, then it was her lips. He was actually nipping her lips between long, deep licks, and loud, audible sucks.
But when he caught her clit in his teeth and teased it with the tip of his tongue over and over, she came … ear shatteringly loudly.
Before she’d even come down from the high, Monster had slid her down, flipped their positions, and buried himself to the hilt in her.
“Fuck,” he groaned over her exclamation. “You’re still going off. I can feel it.” Lower, she heard him mention nirvana again.
