A new year's wish coming true. Spending it with him, and a brief moment of joy.
I get up from his lap, heading to the bathroom, passing all the other members playing pool, carrying on, and other women like the “sweetbutts” or “biker bunnies” but they’re harmless, actually quite sweet.Pun intended.No one seems to pay me any mind.
I look at myself in the mirror of the bathroom. I don’t know why I’m nervous.
Because tomorrow you’re going to give something else that he wants, but tonight we’ll see who’s on top.
I smooth over my hair, the loose lilac curls cascading around my face. I don’t recognize the person in the mirror from last year. I see someone stronger that broke down a barrier and unlocked a better version of myself. A sincere smile that was hidden for so long is now a permanent fixture.
I don’t know how much time has passed, but I know he’ll be looking for me.
Good, come find me big boy. We’ll see who’s in charge.
I step out of the bathroom, not seeing him in sight. I take a step further out, my heart races, wondering if he got stuck somewhere. Before a sigh escapes me, I’m grabbed by the back of my neck and pinned to the wall.
“Someone took their sweet time,” that deep lustful voice growls in my ear.
“Someone’s stalking the bathroom. What’s wrong, honey? Need me to take care of something?” my ass presses against him. Hips swaying for his attention.
His deep groan rumbles through our joined bodies.
“My savage little angel knows exactly what she did, but maybe you need to be punished?”
“Maybe I like your punishments,” I teased him. My legs rub against each other. The friction aching for a release.
He turns me around, thrusting both arms above me held together by his hand. “Pretty little thing, thinking it’s cute to start something you couldn’t finish.”
His heated gaze stirs something inside me. “And yet, I have you wrapped around my little finger.” I say as the tigress in me wants to play with her meal. He thought he would be in charge.
“You’re playing with fire.”
“Bring on the matches,” I tilt my chin in his direction.
He lets go of my wrists, a little shell shock at me. I grip his cut walking him back to the other side of the hall, inching closer to the bedroom next to it. He relinquished a deep growl in protest.
“The way I see it, we can have our own fireworks, so either we make it your room here or I’m walking into this room and damn who’s room it is,” I demand, the excitement from the past weeks has me spinning.
“Angel, that’s dangerous territory,” he warns me.
A smile curls on my lips, I reach behind me, twisting the hooks from the strapless bra. I turn away from him walking down the hallway, with my back turned towards him, I shimmy the bra out, tossing it behind me.
He must have caught it, because there’s no sound from it hitting the ground. We hear the laughter of groups of people coming through the front of the main house. I keep walking away from him, waiting for his response.
“It’s a good thing I’m in the wolves territory,” continuing to tease him.
A rush of wind blows my way as he scoops me in his arms, taking a few more steps before we come into a room. A room that’s full of dust and mess. I look for some indication of who’s room it is. But the room looks generic, like someone doesn’t sleep in here, or if they do, it hasn’t been for a long time.
My feet hit the floor, and the loud slam of the door startles me. I turn to see the hungry, heated gaze.
His hands grip the sides of my head, bringing me into a passionate, starving kiss. His tongue fighting mine for dominance. With a small nip on his lip, he pulls back.
“That wasn’t very nice.”
“And I’m not the least bit sorry. Now,” I push his cut off his shoulders, throwing it on the desk beside us, “I can get you naked, lay you down on this so-called bed, and take every inch of you, using you for my pleasure. All the while,” my hands fumbling at his belt, the clanking of metal sends shivers down my spine. Is it possible to get turned on by your own words?
“All the while, what?” he asks, as he pulls my top down, exposing my breasts to his hands. His thumb teasing my nipple, rubbing over it, then tweaking it between his fingers. I arch up to him. “All the while, both of us are coming, hard and fast.” I whip the belt from his loops. “I want you to fuck me hard and fast. I want you to bring me so much pleasure that in the end, I’m asking, no begging for no more.”
“Fucking hell,” he breathes out.
