She glares and shakes her head, as she pulls her arms away from me and pushes at my chest. I capture her wrists and hold them, challenging her by meeting her gaze.
“You want me to walk away, then? Leave you here? Maybe bring you to the guest room and leave you for the night, hmm?”
It’s mean, I fucking know it, but I fight this part of myself that demands control.
She blinks, and a desperate longing fills her eyes. She looks to her mobile but I shake my head.
“No,” I say stoutly. “You got mouthy in those texts. You’ve lost permission to text me.”
She tries to wriggle her wrists out of my grasp, but I hold fast.
“Listen to me. Stop fighting and bloody listen to me.”
She draws in a deep breath, then releases it, and finally nods.
“You’re a smart girl. Behave, and you’ll be fine.”
She bites her lip and doesn’t respond at first, then finally nods.
“Good girl.”
We hold each other’s eyes for a long moment before I speak again.
“Does it frustrate you not to be able to speak to me?”
Her eyes narrow and she nods so quickly, her hair bobs around her face and covers her eyes.
I bend and kiss her forehead, nudging her hair back off of her face. Her cheeks are flushed pink, and I can’t help but brush my lips across those as well.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper. “I want all of you.”
She closes her eyes but only briefly. When she opens them, she nods.
Yes.
“Yes?” I ask, wanting to be incredibly clear.
She nods again.
With the fire flickering in the hearth mingling with the sounds of her heavy breathing, anticipation hangs in the air between us. There’s something about the moment that’s magical and enchanted, like a lover’s tryst under a moonlit sky. I can’t think of anything beyond making her mine.
I lean in and kiss her cheek right before I whisper in her ear. “I want to take you, Cairstina. I want to make you mine.”
She holds my gaze in bold challenge, bites her lip… and then nods again.
I close my eyes against the immediate rush of emotion that threatens to override all logic and reason. I want to tear her clothes off her, impale her with my cock, I want to see her head thrown back in surrender as I fuck her. But I can’t, I won’t. If she’s going to trust me, I need be cautious.
“If I let you go, will you hit me again?” I ask her.
She shakes her head, looking almost abashed.
“Good. Then I’ll let go of your wrists, but you’d better make damn sure you’re not disobeying me. We’re in my house now, and you couldn’t scream for mercy if you wanted to. I could do anything I fucking wanted if I needed to punish you.”
Her eyes widen even further, but she nods just the same.
I can’t talk anymore. I can’t wait anymore either. I capture her mouth with mine, relishing her soft panting and sweet, sweet taste, as I glide my hand down her neck to her breasts. I weigh one, then the other, dragging my thumb along the nipples I feel straight over her clothing. I move my fingers between her legs, the heel of my palm up against her pussy, as her breathing quickens.
I kiss her until we’re both panting, until we’re both eager, and I nod to give her permission to take off her clothes.
