Emmeline caught herself before being pitched forward, wiping her mouth with her thumb and forefinger, even adding another toss of gasoline by shoving her fingers into my mouth.
“I’m going to fuck you.”
The statement was said in such a way it surprised the hell out of me. Even if she said no, I wasn’t certain I could stop.
“You are, huh?” Still on her knees, she spread her legs and blew me a kiss. The woman blew me a kiss. Did she not understand the beast was free of his chains? Opening her fingers wide, she rolled the flats of her hands down her chest, caressing her breasts as she did.
The little vixen knew I’d be watching her every move, memorizing her facial features and every mole on her body, including the one under her right breast. I was at the point of being a decent human being or allowing her any length on the leash. Maybe it was past time to purchase a real one along with a sexy collar.
That’s why when she slipped one hand between her legs, my breath was caught in my chest watching her. She knew exactly what she was doing to me.
“Enough.” The word slipped easily from my mouth, startling her to the point she stopped fingering herself. “You’re no longer allowed to pleasure yourself.”
Her eyes opened in surprise. “You can’t tell me what to do.”
“I can’t?” I advanced, slowly and efficiently as a predator would do. “Think again, lady.”
“I don’t belong to you.” She scooted backwards until she was positioned in the center of the bed.
With my hands as well as one knee on the edge, I stopped moving altogether. After a few seconds of me remaining silent and unmoving, I’d unnerved her enough that she blinked several times.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong, my sweetprincipessa, except you don’t seem to understand your place.”
“And exactly what place is that?”
I crawled closer, taking my time doing so. “In my bed, in my arms, and under my complete control for as long and as often as I decide.”
CHAPTER 15
Emmeline
Holy shit.
The man was pierced.
In all the times I’d fantasized about him, almost every time he’d been pierced. But I’d envisioned a Prince Albert, which was entirely different than the one Donatello had.
While the name wasn’t sexy, the apadravya piercing going through the glans of his bulbous cockhead at a slight angle, the feel of the metal bar against my tongue was spectacular.
That wasn’t all.
From what I’d heard and had yet to experience, the sensations inside a woman’s pussy were supposed to be… fucking amazing.
I pressed my hand against his chest, staring up at him as the connection we shared continued to change, morphing into something I’d never expected.
In a blink of eye, it seemed everything had changed.
How so?
Because of all the flirting we’d done, the teasing and spiteful bickering had landed us in a heated round of passion. But when challenged, something had snapped inside Donatello. Not only did his entire expression darken, his eyes pools of black onyx, but I sensed a shift in his acceptance of what we were doing.
He was taking control, not just for tonight or because that was the basis of his personality, but also because he truly believed he owned me.
Normally, I’d balk, even with him as the alpha male in the starring role mixing up the storyline, but I was more excited than before. I was enthralled.
Intrigued.
