I mean, I did plan it to trick her, but only planned to trick her into hearing me out, not taking her damn clothes off.
Mother of God, where is her dress?
I grabbed it and said, “I can’t do this.” I meant to explain that I needed her to put some clothes on, but her nipples were right there peeking out at me, begging to be touched, so that was as much as I got out.
My hands skirted the edges of her breasts as I pulled the dress down around her waist and I almost groaned.
I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anything in my entire goddamn life and she was about to shut me down because I’d botched this so badly. She was either going to kill me or I was going to die from wanting her, but either way I was a dead man.
I sat back down, hoping to be less threatening.
Might as well get it over with. “Take the blindfold off.”
I watched the predicable surprise and anger play out on her face, but didn’t expect her to blatantly check me out at the same time.
Goddamn it, why were we fighting this?
I thought some variation ofhow dare youwould be the first words out of her mouth, but instead she said, “Still paying people for sex I see.”
Fuck an apology. This brat didn’t want one. She wanted to be put in her place and it had obviously been a long, long time since anyone had done it.
“Still a mouthy little slut,” I said back, living for the flush of her cheeks and the desperate look on her face she couldn’t hide. Not quite shame, not quite desire, but some alchemical blend of the two that drove me wild.
She said she was leaving, but it was as much an act as her little performance on the couch.
But it snapped something in me.
In the moments that followed, I was a man possessed, at the very edge of reason as I tried to convince her to stay with my hands and my words.
She ran from me in an act of defiance that was really a plea to chase.
She had a safe word, but as I pinned her wrists to the ground, she was clawing at me and thrashing like she didn’t. She wanted to lie to herself and live in the fantasy where I forced this on her.
I damn near had.
The least I could do was give her the fantasy she was begging for.
“Don’t fight it, little slut,” I said, pulling her dress up and over her head, then twisted it around her wrists to make them easier to hold in place with one hand. It was all too easy to unhook her bra with one hand and push it up around her wrists as well.
I unfastened my pants and pulled my cock out, not missing the way she zeroed in on the piercing that hadn’t been there the last time she saw it. Raw hunger stamped her face when she looked up at me.
“Zane,don’t,” she said, biting her lip.
She didn’t say she didn’t want it.
She didn’t tell me to stop.
“Please, Zane,” she sounded desperate, but we both knew what she was really begging for. “We shouldn’t do this.”
I grabbed the condom out of my pocket and released her wrists to get it on. I wasn’t planning to fuck her yet, but didn’t want to be fumbling for it when I did.
She scrambled to stand up, so I pushed her back down, yanked her panties off. “You should’ve thought of that before you took your damn clothes off. Why can’t you just do as you’re told?”
She lifted her face closer to mine, looking me dead in the eye, and said, “Make me.”
Foreplay be damned, I pushed her legs up over her shoulders and sunk into her with a thrust that made us both groan.
“OhGod, you feel so good,” I bit out. I didn’t mean to break the fantasy to say it, but Jesus fuck the feel of her around me was better than anything.
