Danner’s smile was a long, slow curl of his lips. “No.”
“Why not?” I sassed back.
“You enjoy it too much,” he drawled, yanking off his tee to reveal the mouthwatering length of his muscled torso. “It’s not a punishment and after the stunt you pulled, you need to be reminded of who is in control here.”
I tilted my chin and glared at him even as I licked drool off the corner of my mouth. “You don’t control me, no one does.”
He stilled completely, but his stillness wasn’t empty. It was filled with harnessed energy, with the promise of explosive action.
I’d never known stillness to be sexy but fuck me, Lion Danner half naked and posed like a predator about to take me down was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
“You’re mistaken,” he murmured, deceptively soft.
“What’re you gonna do to me?” I was squirming, but I couldn’t help myself. It was like I had eaten an entire bag of fuzzy peaches and my skin was buzzing from the inside out.
His frown was immediate, brows slamming down over eyes that glittered like wet jade. “Who is in charge here, Harleigh Rose?”
“You,” I gasped immediately.
He fisted a hand in the bed at my hip and leaned down into my face until his eyes were the only thing I could see. “You seem confused about that. Do you need a reminder?”
I trembled, yes on my lips because I wanted him to test me and no low in my throat ready to be shouted because I didn’t want to disappoint him.
“If you want to remind me,” I finally whispered.
His gorgeous eyes flashed, and good guy Lion was gone.
“Get on your knees, open your mouth and get ready for me to feed you my cock,” Dom Danner ordered.
I was on my knees before my rational brain could kick in. Truthfully, I didn’t want it to. I was tired of thinking, of planning and scheming to save my family, to take down their enemies and save myself in the process. I didn’t want to think anymore, to worry or even complain.
I just wanted to feel.
Danner unbuttoned his jeans just enough to pull out his cock, so thick it seemed impossible, covered in tantalizing veins I wanted to trace with my tongue.
“You want a taste?” he practically purred, seducing me with the sound.
“Yes,” yes, yes, yes, I thought in a manic loop.
My mouth was already open, my tongue resting on my bottom lip, my eyes looking up through my lashes at the man above me. The power of my submission pulsed between us and lit a flare in his eyes, settling something between us.
He fisted his big dick and pulled hard so a pearl of precum glistened at the tip. One of his hands found the back of my head, fisted in the hair to hold me still so he could paint himself across my lips.
My pussy spasmed and I wondered if it was possible to come without actually being stimulated.
“Touch your cunt while I use your mouth.”
God, yes.
My hand arrowed down my belly and curved through my wet folds to find my clit. I played, but I did it distracted, my entire focus on my man before me.
I panted, my mouth open for Danner to sink his cock into and he did, straight to the back of my mouth and then with only a brief hesitation, enough for me to prepare, down my throat.
“That’s it,” he encouraged me, his voice guttural. “Take all of that thick cock down your throat.”
He pulled out, let me circle his plump head with my tongue and lap up the delicious salty precum there before his hand clenched in my hair and he pulled me down again, this time without stopping until my lips hit his lightly furred groin.
I loved the ache of it, the fight to keep him down and hold him tight. My eyes watered, tears dripping down my cheeks and I loved that too because he’d see me struggle and know I was being a good girl.
Out again, tongue swirling like I was licking an ice cream cone only his cock was infinitely more delicious.
In. Down my throat smoother now, fucking my face with a steady rhythm, my hand on his thighs not pushing him away but clawing at him, desperate for him to move faster, use me harder.
The next thrust, one of his hands pressed tight to my throat so he could feel the swell of his cock there and we groaned simultaneously at the sensation.
“Look up at me.”
He pulled out enough that I could suck on his tip while I tilted my head to look up into his stern, handsome face. He looked like a God standing above me, demanding my worship, wonderfully unimpressed with my prostration.
His thumb swiped away one of my tears and went to his mouth so he could suck it away. I trembled.