Page 11 of Conan
“Uh huh,” I purr, not needing any foreplay after watching him strut around here topless. “Are you going to fuck me, Conan, or do you need warming up?”
He roguishly chuckles, saying, “Always impatient to get down to the deed, aren’t you, my Demi?”
I choke out, “I’m not your anything, Conan.”
“You’re wrong about that, and one day, you’ll see it for yourself and admit it to me,” he declares.
“Never,” I divulge.
“I should keep this from you until you do,” he tells me, rolling his hips into mine. I can feel through our pants how hard and ready he is.
“You could,” I counter, “but then, I’d find someone else to take your place.”
Wrong thing to say!
Very wrong because when his spine snaps straight and a growl echoes through the room, I instantly recognize my mistake.
Damn me and my big, fat mouth.
He shoves me forward, yanks my leggings down to where they’re hugging my hips and pushes his fingers inside of me. “This belongs to me!” he roars, his digits hitting that sweet spot inside of me that’d damn near have me agreeing to almost anything. Almost.
“Wrong, it belongs to me and whomever I choose to share it with,” I say. Again, the wrong damn thing. My mouth seems to be a passenger on a runaway train because even though I’m thinking one thing, another seeps out.
Now, I’ve been beaten, starved, and held hostage inside of a closet, but never in my life have I been spanked until this. When his hand lands on the cheek of my ass, I yelp. But he doesn’tstop with one single smack, no, he switches from one side to the other, every strike causing me to jump and shriek.
“Conan!”
“Demi!” he mockingly repeats, using the same volume as I did when I howled out his name.
“Would you stop! I’m not a child,” I contend.
“Then stop egging me on like one,” he suggests, smacking his palm onto my flesh. I’m sure it’s a crimson shade of red by now. “You want me to prove to you that you belong to me, then that’s what I’m gonna do.”
I’m bristling mad now, so I continue shoving my foot in my mouth by insisting, “I don’t want you to do that. I’d never want that because I belong to no one!”
“You’re so damn hard headed,” he exasperatingly replies. “You want this, you need this, but you deny it to yourself because you don’t want to lose your independence. Newsflash, lover, I don’t want to take that away from you, I’d never ask that or demand it of you. I like your independent streak, your strength, and your aptitude for life. I want you just as you are, I only want to enhance it.”
“You can’t,” I refute.
“I can,” he states, releasing a huff of air before leaning over my back, hugging me. “But you have to stop holding yourself back and let me in. Give me a chance to prove it to you, Demi.”
“I don’t know how,” I whisper.
“Let me help you,” he whispers back.
“I can’t let go of my control, Conan,” I admit.
“Then don’t. I don’t need nor do I want to control you, Demi. I just want to be a part of your life. I need you to hear me. You listening?”
“Yes,” I mumble.
“I’m yours as much as you’re mine.” That right there, that must be what I’ve been waiting and needing to hear andknowbecause my entire being relaxes into his.
This man is capable of anything, even taming the crazy chick inside of me.
“You promise?” I probe.
“I swear it,” he vows.
