“We might be fifty-fifty in the tea shop, but you need to learn who’s in charge.”
Hairs prickle on the back of my neck as he stalks towards me. He snatches my empty suitcase from my hand and slides it across the room, letting it skid along the wooden floor. “And you’re not fucking going anywhere. It’s time to stop running, Cam.”
My thighs touch the back of the sofa as he crowds over me. I gulp down the growing lump in my throat, causing my panting breaths. Or is it him that has my chest heaving?
“Here, in this apartment, I’m in charge. And you, Cam, need to learn your lesson,” he growls out the words as if in pain. His nose runs the length of my neck, followed by a brush of his lips.
Sparks singe my skin where his hot breath lands. “What lesson?” My voice croaks, my limbs tremble.
His fingers lightly trail down my side, over my hip, then he’s yanking my skirt up. “The lesson on how to communicate and submit to me. Do you want to be my good girl, Cam?”
All my bones turn to mush when he speaks, but I’m not going down without a fight. “I want to be heard. I have every right to be heard.”
“Oh, you’re gonna be heard.” His hand trails over my satin boy shorts that are getting damper with each passing second. His fingers rub between my legs. “You’re gonna be heard moaning my name, begging me to let you come.”
He moves the fabric to the side and plunges two thick fingers into me. Slick with lust, he works them in and out and runs circles around my sensitive spot. My knees shake. Little moans leave my lips.
“So wet already, Cam.” Teeth nip at my neck as his rough, talented fingers work me into a frenzy. His other hand holds my throat, forcing my head up to claim my mouth.
The bristles from his jaw cut into my skin, and I relish in it as his stiff tongue pierces my lips. Plunging into my mouth in rhythm with his digits. I moan against his lips, needing more of him inside me.
As if he can read my mind, he breaks our kiss. Without words, he spins me around and fists my hair. “Are you going to behave and be a good girl, or do you still need your lesson?”
“Whatever is going to make you do that again.”
With a gentle hand on my back, he guides my body to bend over the back of the sofa. My hands grapple with a cushion to stop myself rolling arse over tit.
His belt buckle clinks. I tilt my head to watch him fist his engorged dick. “You want this?”
I lick my lips involuntarily and nod.
“Use your words, Cam. Communication, remember? Tell me what you want. If we’re going to be partners, we need to communicate.”
“I want you inside of me. Just fuck me already. Make me come.”
He presses the head against me, coating it in my arousal. “You want my dick?”
“Yes.” My greedy sex pushes back against him, but he jerks aways and swats my satin covered cheek, the sting reverberating from my ass.
“Yes, what?”
Fuck, is this his lesson? I’m lost for words. What exactly does he want me to say? And why the heck did that turn me on? “Yes, sir.”
A low rumble of laughter comes from behind me. “That wasn’t the word I was looking for, but I’ll take it. You’re a fast learner, Cam.”
Another slap jolts my hips against the sofa. The pain ricocheting straight to my core, turning it into pleasure. “Please, Gray.”
“That’s it, Cami.” He pushes his head against me, and I widen my legs to take more of him. My greedy pussy wanting to be filled to the hilt. “That’s my good girl.”
“Oh fuck. Gray. Deeper. I need you deeper.” I wiggle my ass, hoping he’ll plunge all the way in, but his large hands grip my hips, fingers imprinting on my fleshy behind.
“You’ll take what I give you. You hear?” Another swat to my backside causes my walls to clench around his cock, and he groans. “I say when you can come. You may think you’re the boss, but here, like this, I’m the one in charge and don’t you forget it.”
He fists my hair and yanks my head back so he can lean over and claim my mouth while fully seating himself in my warm heat. Tingles course through every limb right down to the ends of my fingertips.
His tongue greedily laps mine, reminding me what other things his wicked tongue can do. The thought has my walls clenching again involuntarily and his groan vibrates into my mouth. This is all I’ve ever wanted. This is what I wished for ten years ago. I wanted it to be him, I wanted him to be my first.
“Have you learned your lesson?” He growls against my lips.
