“You want me to submit,” I said, knowing that as I’d known it when he’d taken me over his knee when I was seventeen.
“Fuck, yeah,” he growled, his fingers fisting at the back of my hair and tugging so I was forced back, looking up into his cruelly handsome face. “This is the game we’re gonna play, rebel. You can sass me, fight me and disagree with me all day long. It’s you, and fuck knows, I like that. But now, when I’ve got my hands on your body, I’m your Dominant, and if you want my cock, you’ll fucking well have to earn it by being my good girl instead of my rebel one.”
Each of his filthy words piled like kindling in my gut, but there was a small part of me still that told me giving in was wrong, weak in the way of Berserker biker women who let themselves be used by their men.
“Why do I want this?” I whispered, clamping my hand over his on my neck. “It doesn’t seem natural. I’m not that kinda woman.”
“You meet me, you think I’m the kinda guy that wants to spank naughty teens and fuck them so hard they scream?” he asked bluntly. “No. Took me a long time to learn it, but I’m gonna teach you. There’s only strength in submission, only care in Domination. We do what we do because we get off on it and we leave it mostly in the bedroom. You can still be badass little rebel Rose, and I can still be good guy Danner.”
His free hand moved to cup me between my legs, over my shamefully wet panties. “But we’ll both know the truth. It may be your body, Harleigh Rose, but I own it.”
Then he kissed me.
I softened in his arms like melting body until only his hands at my neck and over my pussy kept me upright.
He tasted good, like coffee and cinnamon and man.
I clung to him and opened my mouth farther so he could kiss me harder.
“Gonna take you, Rosie,” he told me against the skin of my neck, his tongue licking over my throbbing pulse. “Gonna tame you, leave you just wild enough to fight back against every touch, buck back against every thrust of my big cock in your tight, wet cunt.”
I groaned, my nails raking over his tee covered back. “Yes, fuck me.”
His fingers rubbed over the soaked placate of my panties then slipped underneath to run between my silky folds. “That’s it, Rosie. So wet for me.”
His thumb found my swollen clit, wrenching a gasp from me.
“I want to play,” I panted. “I want you to play with me.”
He grinned. “Did my naughty girl do some research after I played with her years ago?”
“Yes,” I hissed as he sunk two fingers into my molten core.
“You ever played before?” There was a sharp edge of jealous that ran like a knife point through my leashed inhibitions.
I loved him jealous, I loved him mad with desire in a way I knew instinctively only I could make him be.
“No, but I thought about it every night when I lay in bed touching my cunt, thinking about you inside me, your fingers, your cock, your tongue.”
“You want me to make you break for me,” he said, his voice sinking into that low octave I remembered, that one that tied me with rough ropes to his will. “You want me to earn your submission.”
My legs wobbled and the next instant I was on the counter, my legs spread wide by his palms so he could look down at my pussy. When he looked up at me again, his eyes were torches.
“I’ll play with you, I’ll even break you open with pleasure until you sob my name, but when you do Rosie, you call me by my name.”
“Yes, Danner,” I breathed, desperate for his touch on my cooling, exposed cunt.
He lashed out with one hand and spanked my pussy hard.
I cried out and tried to close my legs, but he held them open with his biting grip, leaned over and blew chilled air against my stinging clit before sucking it into his mouth for a full, wet kiss. When he straightened, his lips were wet with me and his eyes were ice cold against my heated skin.
“You say my name,” he repeated.
I swallowed my instant resistance. It was a defense mechanism I’d honed well over the years, throwing sassy shields to hide my vulnerabilities.
I didn’t want to hide them from him, not anymore.
So, I tipped my chin and looked him right in his blazing, beautiful green eyes as I said, “Yes, Lion.”
He moaned raggedly, reached forward and twisted the tips of each breast with his hand before giving them both a sucking kiss that arrowed heat straight to my clit.
“I could keep you here like this all day. My good little whore presenting herself. I’d eat you for breakfast, torture you for lunch and then, when you were starved for it, I’d fuck you all through dinner and gift you my cum for dessert,” he told me almost conversationally as his hand played with my pussy, his thumb rubbing hot, tight circles over my swollen clit, two of his fingers twisted and pumping inside.