My eyes narrow, but I don’t respond because I literally can’t.
Why don’t you tell me, you son of a bitch?
By now he’s reached me, and he kneels on one knee beside me, leaning down to whisper in my ear. “They are punished by being denied pleasure, little detka. Brats don’t come, Caroline.”
I’m not a brat, the jerk.
He continues to whisper. “Is that what you want? Being on the edge of ecstasy but never reaching completion. Over. And over. And over.”
Nooooo.
The bastard.
I’m super grateful he isn’t a mind reader.
I don’t respond, because I feel myself softening toward him, and I don’t want that, but the idea of him taking me to the edge of bliss and leaving me there… I could literally cry.
I sigh through the tie gag and shake my head.
“Your eyes are begging me,” he says, brushing damp hair off my forehead. “Is that what you mean to say, sweetheart?”
Tomas is fierce and powerful, ruthless and possessive. I’ve seen him nearly kill a man and I have no doubt he’s done it before. But he’s held me and comforted me and has just commanded his entire brotherhood to take down the men that hurt me.
How could I not love him a little for that?
I hold his gaze and nod my head and don’t blink while I silently beg him. He’s left my hands free, so I reach for him with both arms. I want to hold him. Touch him. Feel his strength and let it empower me.
To my surprise, he lets me, gathering me in his arms and settling me on his lap. In silence, he holds me in the crook of his arm and begins to undress me.
His large fingers are surprisingly deft with the buttons on my dress, and in no time, he’s removed it fully. I lay on his lap with nothing but panties and a bra, which he also makes quick work removing.
It surprises me when he places me on the floor between his legs and unfastens the tie around the back of my mouth.
“Now will you tell me no, sweetheart?” He brushes his thumb along the apple of my cheek. I hate that he’s putting this on me.
“Maybe,” I say petulantly, though we both know there’s no maybe about it.
“Maybe,” he says to himself. “I’m curious, though, Caroline. Why did you get so angry with me at dinner?”
He’s positioning me between his legs, in a kneeling position.
“I don’t know why you wouldn’t let me serve,” I tell him. “It’s like you’re just using me to get what you want, and you don’t care at all about what matters to me.”
“All of that over one misunderstanding?”
“All of… what?”
“Your anger, your attitude, nearly getting yourself punished again for disrespect.”
How can I tell him everything that I fear? That I’ve convinced myself that he’s cold and heartless and incapable of love?
I don’t respond, because I don’t know how to. I look at the floor. Did I overreact? But he grabs my chin and makes me look at him.
“Do not look away from me,” he says, in that stern tone of his that makes my nipples harden and my tummy clench. “No matter what.”
I nod. “Yes, sir.”
He unfastens his trousers and removes his belt. I swallow hard, and my ass aches in memory of what he did with that belt. Placing it on the bed in a coil, he unzips his pants.
That’s when I realize what he’s doing.
“Um, so, wait a minute,” I say, suddenly nervous. “I… I don’t know how to do that.”
Reaching over to me, he tangles his fingers in my hair and pulls my head back. Oh, God, I love how that feels. My scalp tingles, my heartbeat racing as he tugs my head back. I didn’t know getting my hair pulled was that erotic.
I’m in so much trouble.
“Open.”
I do what he says.
He slides his cock between my lips. Tentatively, I close my mouth on him and suck.
It makes him groan, and it’s all that I need.
I want to earn his possession and loyalty, to know that when he fights for me it’s because of who I am, not what I am.
I want to please him so badly I could cry. I’d do anything to hear good girl, to see his eyes alight with pleasure, so when he sighs and bobs my head with his hand still fisted in my hair, I suck in earnest.
“Christ, Caroline,” he groans. “Just like that. That’s it, sweetheart.”
I lick and suck and bob my head, watching his cues and doing what it takes to make him groan.
He releases my hair and runs a finger down the side of my face. “There’s a submissive inside there, you know,” he says. “When you please me, your eyes light up and your whole countenance lightens, like it’s Christmas Day.”
He closes his eyes while I work my mouth and tongue, my own body humming with need as he gets more and more aroused.