My spine stiffened, but I decided, for once in my life, not to argue with him. Another drink would probably do me good. I took a generous sip, glaring at him suspiciously.
“All of it.” He placed his fingers on the bottom of the tumbler, tilting it to my lips again. I swallowed it all. He grabbed the tumbler and placed it on the counter, then snatched my waist and hoisted me onto the marbled countertop. I let loose a squeak, surprised by the contact.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I huffed.
“Showing you that you don’t need violence in order to come.”
Flipping my dress up to expose my bare thighs, he dropped to his knees and positioned himself between my legs. Rough, hot palms pushed my knees apart, the back of my thighs dragging across the cool surface. A heady, pleasant feeling of drunkenness, exhaustion and lust swirled in my head. He’d gotten me drunk to have sex with me. He wasn’t a good guy. And yet, I knew I would’ve consented to this if I were sober as a nun, too.
His palm slipped into my panties, stretching the fabric and pushing them aside. I bowed my back and searched out the heat of his touch some more. He brushed his finger over my slit, staring at it intently, and maybe it was the brandy, but I could actually feel myself blush. I hadn’t thought I was capable of that bodily function anymore.
“I’d wondered,” he mumbled, eyes transfixed on my pussy, “if you were a redhead all around…”
My breath stuttered inside my lungs shakily as I watched him. “I am.”
“I can see that.”
I decided not to ask him what he made of it. I shouldn’t have cared. But he spoke, anyway.
“What a curse it must be, sweetheart. To be such a divine creature, so utterly seductive, and yet unable to feel a goddamn thing.”
With that invisible arrow to the chest, his head disappeared between my legs giving me a long, satisfying lick. My fingers immediately threaded into his hair, and I arched, tossing my head back and moaning.
“This is the only time I will go down on you, Little Flame.” His words reverberated inside my body as he licked and nipped at my pussy. “Just to make a fucking point.”
Panting, I watched his head moving between my legs, felt the sensation of his hot mouth and wet tongue inside me, every fiber in my body coming alive. He sucked my clit, drawing circles around it with the tip of his tongue, adding two fingers to penetrate me when I bucked my hips forward in desperation.
I didn’t want to come. Didn’t want to show him that he was right. That he managed to do what no one else before him could—bring me to a climax without hurting me. But my body didn’t ask for permission. It convulsed and trembled, my muscles tightening like a bow as an orgasm slammed into me anyway. The sensation unsettled me, ripping through my body head to toe. Before I could get down from that high, he grabbed me by the back of my thighs and hoisted me up, pushing me against a round dining table. My stomach was flush against the surface. He pushed his shorts off, using his cock to tease me from behind.
“Do it now,” I growled. I didn’t recognize myself in this desperation.
He pressed home, and I cried out, the sharp sensation robbing me of my breath for the first few seconds. He gave me a second to adjust, for my muscles to relax, and then he started moving.
Again, I tried reasoning with my body.
You can’t come from just penetration. You need him to spank you. Slap you around. Maybe choke you a little. This is just the way you’re wired.
“Slap me,” I growled.
“No.” His voice was smooth. Measured.
“I’m not asking—I’m ordering you to.”
“If anyone here will be taking orders, it’ll be you.” He picked up his pace, slamming into me harder without actually hurting me.
Dammit.
“This is boring,” I said.
He picked up his pace some more, now screwing me so hard the table moved with each thrust and me with it. “Tell that to your pussy. It’s trying to choke my cock to death convulsing around it.”
I was so close to orgasm, it was frightening. How did it happen? What sort of trickery was this?
“Stop this now.”
“You have a safe word.” He slammed into me again. “Use it.”
But I didn’t want to use it. I just didn’t want him to know that he won.
