“Arms up, kitten,” he commanded roughly, eyes black.
I was nowhere near done, desperate to get more from him. So I complied, even though I didn’t like the way he addressed me. “I like to be called Professor.”
He yanked up my dress and tossed it away, leaving me in lacy red bra and panties. His eyes devoured me, and a low growl erupted from his throat. “Not when you’re takingmycock.” He shrugged off his jacket and threw it down beside him, eyes on me the entire time. “You’re so fucking sexy, kitten. So fucking sexy.”
I put my hands to his shirt and unbuttoned it, drowning in his turbulent gaze. “How about just Vixen?”
“I need to call you something that’s only mine.”
“Well, anything other than kitten. Even reindeer will be better.” As I got to the last button, I pulled his shirt down his arms and ran my hands up his stomach. “Holy shit,” I couldn’t help but mutter.
His hand went to my bra and ripped out a cup.Rippedit. The urgency between us was frantic, and it lessened my anger that he ruined a very good, very expensive bra. Impatient, I was grinding on his hard body while he sucked on my nipple. His hands traveled into my soaking panties and ripped those, too.
He growled once more, lowering me to the floor, his hard, cold body covering mine.
The coldness of the hardwood stung my back, and I shivered. “I have a bed, you know?”
He noticed my trembling, so he carried me and threw me on the mattress. Unbuckling his belt, he narrowed his eyes at the bounce of my breasts out of my torn bra in response to the throw.
Now that he was fully naked on top of me, it took me a moment to comprehend the beauty of him. Molded to perfection—even his cock was straight beautiful—I couldn’t say anything but three words. “You are perfect.”
Without another word, he plunged into me and pounded, filling me completely. He took me urgently and hard. I screamed out his name as my insides clenched.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and hauled him down to me, needing his mouth. He ripped the rest of my bra as he kissed and fucked me. Then his hands cupped my breast and my butt cheek.
“Bite me again,” I whispered in his ear, “Mister Slasher.”
His eyes went wild. Then he stared at my boob, lowering to my chest. My nipples hardened in an instant as I anticipated what to come, the sight of his fangs no longer associated with fear but arousal.
He bit on the fleshy top, the sound of his sucking along with our bodies slamming into each other driving me crazy. I was melting in arousal. This foreplay bite thing was addictive.
A wild groan burst out of him as he stopped biting. I didn’t want him to stop, but I knew he had to. His pounding went wild now, and I was about to come again.
“Not yet,” he commanded, slowing down.
“What? Why?” I protested.
He put an arm under me and flipped me over. I yelped, and then yelped louder when his fist was in my hair. His palm rang on my butt once, and then he plunged into me again.
Just as surprised as I was with Inferno at how I loved the domination, I was dazed now at how I loved to be dominated as well.
A few more spanks and hair pulls, the feeling of surrender to his will felt liberating. His grunts of pleasure rippled in me, getting me to the blissful edge. With one big thrust, he leaned down to my ear and held me tight. “Come for me, baby. Come on my cock.”
As if on cue, an orgasm wrecked me over me once more. He growled as I milked his release from him. His cum gushed warmly inside my pussy, filling me to the core.
His chin fell on my shoulder, and he kissed my neck. “You’re mine, Vixen. You’ll always be mine.”
I was delirious with pleasure. It took a while for me to surface and understand what he’d just said.
He shifted his weight on his elbows so he wouldn’t crush me. Freed, I turned on my back, his cum mixed with mine trickling between my thighs and on the sheets.
“I shouldn’t have said that. It freaked you out,” he said.
“No, it’s…not like that.”
“I want you to be my old lady, Vixen.”
My heart fluttered and squeezed at the same time. “What about Dasher?”
