He rose to his feet, irritation flashing now.
“I’m not a fucking dog.”
Jenna didn’t flinch.
She stepped toward him, heels clicking sharply against marble.
“I never said you were,” she said evenly. “I just like being desired. Desperately. Without pride getting in the way.”
There it was.
The test.
Izzy stared at her, ego flaring. “You want me to beg for something that’s already mine?”
The air shifted.
Izzy takes Jenna by her throat, his fingers tightening until he feels her pulse quicken beneath his grip. "You wanted control but never said who from. Let's try it my way."
His tongue drags up the column of her neck. He yanks the strap of her teddy down, palming her breast roughly before his teeth find her nipple. Hard.
Jenna gasps. "Fuck, Izzy—that's the beast I know and love."
He doesn't acknowledge her. His hand slides between her legs, feeling the heat radiating from her thighs. He hooks her panties aside and finds her clit already slick and swollen. "So, this is the type of shit that gets you hot, huh?"
She laughs—low, wicked. "You should know by now, baby. Anything you do to me makes me hot."
Her fingers reach for his belt, feeling his hardness straining against denim. He catches her wrist. Stops her cold.
"Not yet. You're mine tonight. I'm in control."
His finger circles her clit with deliberate pressure while his mouth works her neck, her ear, every sensitive spotthat makes her squirm. Then he stops. Grabs her throat again and forces her down to the floor.
"Hands above your head."
She obeys.
He pulls his belt free with one smooth motion and binds her wrists together. His knee wedges between her thighs, spreading her open. The fabric of her teddy tears under his hands, exposing her flushed skin, her hardened nipples. He cups her breasts, his mouth trailing down her stomach, her hip bones, the inside of her thighs.
Jenna's breathing turns ragged. "Right there, baby. Lower."
He stops. Looks up at her with something dark and hungry in his eyes. "You take what I give you. When I give it."
Shesurrenders.
His tongue finally finds her clit, and the taste of her floods his senses—salt and heat and pure need. He licks in broad strokes, then sucks, then adds his teeth just enough to make her cry out. Her moans fill the room, desperate sounds from the woman who's fighting so hard to keep him close.
She never wants this to end. Her mind spirals with wild, incoherent thoughts.
Two fingers slide inside her, curling to find that spot that makes her back arch. In and out, building rhythm. Then a third finger presses against her ass, breaching slowly while his tongue works her clit relentlessly.
Jenna unravels. Her chest heaves, sweat rolling between her breasts. He reaches up to cup them, pinching her nipples as his fingers and mouth drive her higher, harder, until she shatters—climaxing over his hands and mouth with a sound that's half-scream, half-prayer.
Izzy pulls his fingers out slowly, watching euphoria ripple through her body. Jenna's still trembling, chest heaving,when he stands and strips off his jeans. His cock springs free through the slit in his boxers—thick, hard, already glistening at the tip.
He drops back down and tears what's left of her teddy clean off, fabric shredding in his fists. She's completely exposed now, wrists still bound above her head, legs spread, skin flushed and damp with sweat.
His mouth crashes against hers—hungry, possessive. When he pulls back, he spits into his palm and wraps his hand around his shaft, stroking himself with deliberate, measured movements. The slick sound fills the space between them.
