“Say it,” he demands.
Swallowing down any hesitation, I give him my submission. “You are my Dominant and I am yours.”
He moves all at once, as if my admission opened a lock that held him chained to the chair. So quickly I hardly register it until one hand of his is wrapped around my throat, holding my head against the sofa, with the other on my hip, pinning me to the cushion.
The shock warrants a gasp from me, his touch a smoldering heat.
He stares at my lips as my racing heart pounds in my chest. “What is your safe word?” he questions. “Say it out loud now.”
There is no hesitation when I answer him, “Pink.” When I swallow, his fingers grip my throat tighter, not constricting, but holding a steady pressure that makes my pulse race with desire.
His right hand moves ever so slowly as he commands me to lift up my dress for him.
My motions are slower than I’d like, but he’s patient. The soft fabric glides against my sensitized skin. A low hum that’s nearly a growl, of approval resonates from deep in his chest. The air around us is suffocating enough, but his hand on me, controlling me and possessing me, is everything.
I move slowly, but he does not. His right hand cups me through the thin cotton fabric and with his eyes closed he groans, “So fucking wet.”
His thumb strums against my clit and I’d throw my head back in pleasure if I could. As it is, I’m pinned where I am.
“You’ve been a good girl tonight,” he tells me, his eyes darkening and holding me still as much as his hand at my throat does.
Pushing the fabric to the side, he runs his fingers along the seam of my pussy lips. Once, twice, spreading the arousal up to my swollen nub where he puts more pressure and runs sweeping circles. Goosebumps race down my arms and then lower.
I struggle to say or do anything, staring at him and for the first time in over a year, feeling wanted. Truly wanted.
When his fingers dip inside of me, not deep, only testing, two things happen at once. My bottom lip drops and I moan from the sudden pleasure. And Zander hisses, “Fuck.”
His eyes shut and he stills for a moment. A long enough moment that I question him.
“Do it,” I utter and in an instant, he’s flipped me over so I’m on all fours. His hand that was at my throat fists the hair at the nape of my neck. His knee is on the sofa, my ass pressed against his jeans. With my back arched, he tugs just slightly.
Again my heart races. He’s not gentle with me as he grips my hip, and lowers his lips to the shell of my ear. “Do not test my control, you will regret the punishment immensely.”
The battering in my chest is a war drum. “Yes, sir,” I answer without hesitation. “I will not do it again.”
The desperation for him to reward me, to believe me, not to punish me by denying me this is far too much, far too quickly, is practically palpable. I want him more than I’d ever admit.
A chill meets my backside as he moves away and his grip loosens. For a moment I fear he’ll leave me like this, still gasping for breath and wanting. My apprehension vanishes when he pushes his fingers inside of me, curling them and stroking the front wall of my pussy while his thumb brushes against my clit.
My words are unintelligible as I drop my face into the pillow.
His touch is ruthless, and draws out a deep need that’s been hidden for far too long.
He finger fucks me until I’m a puddle beneath him, sated and breathless.
I stay as I am, my ass in the air with my dress hiked up and the fabric bunched around my waist after my second release.
The idea of him fucking me consumes my conscience, but he doesn’t.
His touch is gentle as he positions me to sit upright. He tells me once again how well I did, then kisses the curve of my neck. My nipples pebble and a shiver runs down my spine.
“Wait here. I have to take care of the cameras for a moment. Then I will hold you and we’ll discuss how you’ll behave in my absence.”
“Hmm?” I question although I have no words and all I can manage is the hmm.
“I’ll detail how I want you to fuck yourself and what must happen for you to touch yourself at all when I’m not here.
“We are not done, little bird. We have only just started.”