I grip her waist and lift her, position her the way I want, and slam her down hard on my cock, her tight pussy encasing me. “FUCK, Sophie.”
She half moans, half screams, her eyes popping open wide, her nails digging into my bare chest. I smirk. I’m going to spend the rest of my life making this woman scream.
“Marry me,” I say.
Sophie freezes, her fingers stiff and still on my chest. She stares at me and I stare back. I fucking meant it. I lift my hips, grinding my cock deep inside her, and she slams the flats of her hands against my chest.
“Vin!” She’s telling me to stop, but she spreads her thighs wider, letting that wet pussy take all of me. “We need to talk.”
“We are talking.”
I grip her hips hard and start moving in slow short strokes that drive her out of her mind.
“This isn’t talking!” She gasps. “Why do you always have to be in control?”
Narrowing my eyes at her, I continue with my short thrusts. “Because I own you, princess. You’re mine.”
She bites in a breath as I shift and thrust deep. “No.” She swivels her hips in figure eights and my eyes roll back in my head. “You don’t. And today, I want to be in charge. Of you.”
My eyes snap back open. “Not happening.” I dig my fingertips into her hips, knowing I’ll leave little purple marks to remind her later who owns her.
Her hands fly to mine and press down. Even while saying she’s not mine, she still wants the bruises. “Vin. I’m serious. I need tosay something, and I need you to actually listen to me.”
“I’m listening.” My hands move to her inner thighs, pressing them open so I can watch her pussy move up and down my cock.
“You’re not listening.”
“I’m multitasking.”
“Vin.” She takes my hands off her thighs and moves them to her face, making me watch as a complicated form of exasperation takes over. “Yellow. Please. I need you to let me be in charge.”
That gets my full attention. She’s serious, but I don’t even know how to begin to give her the undivided focus she wants when her pussy is wrapped around my cock much less let her take charge.
“You’re asking me to let you lead,” I say.
“Yes.”
“In here. Right now.”
“Yes.”
It goes against every instinct I have. Every wire in me pulls toward control, toward being the one who decides, who directs, who sets the pace and the terms. It’s just how I’m built.
But I have a lot of shit to make up for with her, and she’s looking at me with those big brown eyes. She doesn’t trust me and that fucking kills me. But if being in control, just this once, is what she needs to start rebuilding that trust, it’s a cost I’m willing to pay.
“Okay,” I say.
She blinks. Clearly, she didn’t expect me to say yes. She has no idea how far I’ll go for her in order to get back to where we were.
“Okay?”
“Yes. Okay.” I drag my palms down over her chest and stomach and slide my hands under hers. “You’re in charge,mia regina. Show me.”
I can almost see a layer of her distance peel away, feel one small piece of trust come back.
She leans down and presses her lips softly to mine. Slowly. Every movement is unhurried, deliberate, like she has all the time in the world. I swear every ounce of stress and tension slides out of my body, but when she lets go of my hands I have to grip the blanket on either side of me to stop myself from throwing her on her back and taking what I want.
She keeps kissing me, warm and sweet like honey, as she lifts herself off me, releasing my cock. I groan and move to push back inside her but she pulls back just an inch. “Uh-uh. I’m in charge… Daddy.”
