“You can’t tell me what to do!” she sasses back. “You don’t control my body.”
“Sweetheart,” I chuckle darkly. “In this bed, I own you. Heart, body, soul. I own every bit of you. I’m the one in control. I’m your man and I fuckin’ love ya. You think that I’d ever do something to hurt you? You think I want to break you for the sport of it?”
I give her a second to digest that. She doesn’t answer me, just stares back, her eyes burning, her thighs trembling under my hands. This is new. The unexplored component between us. I don’t know how she’d imagined it would be, but I know that it’ll be harder, rougher, far more fucking animal than she could ever have thought. And I’ll damn well show her how to love it.
“I want to own you, Harley. Break this beautiful body in nice and slow. I want to mold you and shape you, teach you all that’s to come, all that’s possible. Things you know nothing about. But you gotta trust me. You’ll have to surrender that wild spirit you were born with inside of you, trust it to me and I promise, I fucking swear to you, that I’ll give it all back to you. I get that you’re a strong, independent woman, but not here. Not in this bed. You’re mine and I want your surrender.”
She still doesn’t answer me. Her face is stoic, but her teeth are sunk into her plump lower lip. I want to bite her there, draw her blood and lick it away like she licked mine earlier. I dig my fingers into her thighs, just hard enough to make her gasp.
“You feel me, Harley? Or do you want to kick me in the face again?”
Her lips part and I can see how hard she’s struggling to give up control. The trust and love she has for me shines in her eyes, but she doesn’t want to surrender that part of herself. It’s always just been her, but that waiting shit is over. I’m real and I’m here.
“What if I told you to go fuck yourself?” she asks, without a smile, but it fucking nearly makes my chest cave in to hear the humor in her tone.
“I’d say you’d be missing out then, seeing as I know how fucking wet you are for me. I can smell your arousal.”
Her expression turns serious. “What if I let you and you don’t like it? What if you don’t like any of this with me? What if I don’t like losing control?”
I don’t laugh, because her fears gnaw away at me. “Not possible.” I bend my head and nip her thigh, just for good measure. “Not fucking possible,” I say again as I raise my head, so she can see me talking to her. “I want you, Harley. More than I fucking want anything. I’m a hard man who likes to fuck hard. I promise if you go to hell with me, I’ll take you as close to heaven as a man like me is ever gonna get.”
My heart beats hard and loud as she swallows just as hard and just as loud. “Don’t say that,” she whispers. “Take me to heaven or hell, then. I trust you. I’ll let you have my body. I’ll let you teach me what it means to surrender. I’ll let you take control.”
“That’s my girl.” My mouth waters to taste her, to bury my face between her thighs and lose myself, but not yet. I don’t want her to know just how deeply she affects me because I can’t believe it myself. It’s her I want to break and I can’t do that if I let myself go off like a goddamn kid. “Spread your sweet thighs for me and let me see my prize,” I command.
She hesitates for a second, smudges of red appearing on her delicate cheekbones like they’ve been painted there. When she parts her legs, giving me one hell of a show, her lush, bare cunt glistening with her sweet nectar, I nearly come in my fucking pants. A full body shudder rolls through me.
“Beautiful, darlin’” I breathe, looking right into her eyes. “Now, reach down and spread yourself.”
“Jesus,” she breathes.
“Nope. Just me. Just you and me. Your man about to make you scream my name.”
She shudders, but her hand trails down her flat stomach, down lower. She tentatively touches herself, so shy that it feeds the sick black beast inside of me, the beast that wants to devour her, wants to unzip these jeans and fuck her until my cum is spilling down her thighs. Make her stand up and walk around the room, just so I can watch it trickle out of her before I bend her over the bed and take her hard again.
She parts her folds for me, so that I can see all of her, slick and gleaming.
My cock kicks hard against my jeans, punching the indent of the fly into the head for the millionth time that night alone.
Fuck, I am so screwed.
“You want my tongue there? My mouth? All over your beautiful little cunt?”
“Yes,” she pants. “Oh god, Edge, yes.”
Because I’m a bastard, seriously hanging on by a thread, I let out a dark chuckle that raises the hair on the back of my neck. “Or maybe you want something else.”
Her eyes darken and her lips part. “Yes,” she breathes.
“You want my cock? You want to taste me?”
“Yes,” she whimpers. Now her eyes aren’t just dark with desire. They’re shimmering with excitement. Still, she hesitates.I know she won’t do it on her own. She’s waiting for me. Waiting for me to tell her what I want her to do.
“I want you to take my cock out, Harley. I want you to show me, with your hands and your mouth, what you want me to do to you.”
She scrambles across the bed before I realize she’s slipped out of my hands. She looks up at me with those beautiful eyes, eyes so trusting that it slays me.
“I want you to take my cock out and suck me, Harley. Use that pretty mouth to make me come.”
