I slid my knees under me and practically purred as I arched my back deeply, my ass a high steep, my legs parted for him to worship at the altar of my pussy.
He bent his head and prayed.
I groaned as his hot mouth met my pussy, as he tongued my clit and fingered my cunt until I was thrusting wantonly back on his lips.
“Please,” I begged, so close to coming that I was scratching and clenching at the sheets with desperate fists. “Let me come.”
He pulled away, ignoring my groan, and sat on the edge of the bed. I glared at him as he patted his thigh and ordered, “Climb on, but don’t touch me.”
“You bastard,” I hissed, my pussy throbbing so violently I knew it would take only one touch to my clit to set me off.
“You make one wrong move, I’ll cuff you, Rosie,” Danner drawled lazily.
“Fuck you,” I ground out between my clenched teeth.
His chuckle was a soft, dark rope he bound around my neck. “You’ll do as I say, or I won’t fuck you.”
My thighs quivered as I straddled him, balanced precariously just above his thick shaft but careful not to touch the hot crown with my slick center.
That was the game.
Do not move.
Not one inch.
Not even when his rough fingers lashed out to twist my nipples and pull at them like taffy.
Not even when one hand cracked loudly, painfully against my ass and I had to brace my aching legs to keep from falling out of position and into his perfectly carved torso.
Not even when my wetness slid from between my thighs and began to drip down his shaft in an obscene display of want that made me whimper and moan and fucking ache to feel that wide shaft split my swollen folds in two and power straight to the end of my cunt.
He spanked me sharply once again but kept his hand on the hot flesh, kneading strongly so that the ache deepened and spread straight into my pussy.
“Don’t. You. Fucking. Move,” he ordered me again and even though his face was composed, I could see the hot storm thrashing behind his jungle green eyes.
His thumb slid over my cheek into the sweat-dampened crease of my ass and as he leaned forward to take one of my nipples between his teeth, he reminded me, “Not one fucking inch.”
And then he drove his thumb into my ass and two fingers into my pulsing center and I detonated all around him, coming all over his teasing cock like I was a tropical rainstorm burst forth from the clouds.
Through it all, I barely moved. I held my muscles so taut they burned and sweat rolled down my body in waves. The only concession I allowed myself was closing my eyes. It was impossible to absorb the impact of Danner’s fingers in my body and stare into his glowing green eyes. It was too easy to read into the possession there, to know it meant so much more beyond sex and kink.
My fragile heart, new born from the ashes of the one before, spasmed painfully at the sight.
So, I closed my eyes and kept them closed until the tempest passed and I was a weak, straining mass straddled over him.
“Look at me.”
I shivered lightly at the heaviness of his order, as the words rasped over my oversensitive skin. He was staring at me under lowered brows, his eyes so intense that I nearly flinched.
“Spectacular,” he offered me, but he didn’t look satisfied.
“I didn’t move,” I defended.
One golden brow rose. “Didn’t you?”
“I’ve got the shaking thighs to prove it! I was still as a fucking statue,” I said, anger and shame swirling in my gut.
I wanted to please him, and I was pissed that I hadn’t and even more pissed that I cared so much.
Strong, independent woman, I tried to remind myself.
“You closed your eyes. I could have forgiven you for falling out of position but closing your eyes… ah, Harleigh Rose, you took away the one thing I won’t do without.”
He watched my mouth fall into a trembling pout. His thumb swept the full lower lip and his eyes flashed as I curled my tongue, sucking it into my mouth. I was so eager to please him, to rectify my mistake that tears stung the backs of my eyes. I wanted to beg him to forgive me, to let me make it right.
“Shh,” he hushed me because he was my Dom, he knew how shaky my emotional state was after a scene, after I had let him down. “You can make it up to me.”
“Yeah?” I pressed myself against his iron-plated chest, my hand to his freshly healed stab wound, and licked the curve of his left ear. “Tell me.”
“Ride me hard like the wild thing you are and make me come.”