“Too soon,” I rasp. “You’re gonna make me come, baby. I need to be inside you when that happens.”
Laughter shines in her eyes as she looks up at me. “Not bad for my first real time, huh?”
“Not bad?” I ask with a chuckle, shaking my head. “Lana, that was fucking perfect.You’refucking perfect.”
The humor from her eyes vanishes, instead replaced with something that looks like… awe? Appreciation? I don’t know, I just know that I like seeing that look on her face. It beats the scowls and glares that she used to give me.
We’ve come so far in such a short amount of time, and I’d like to think that with time, we can only get closer. ThatIcan only get closer to the real her.
She stands on shaky legs, and my hands dart out, wrapping around her waist to steady her before pulling her closerto me. She stands between my legs, her fingers finding my hair and running through it, massaging my scalp in a way that makes me want to purr like a damn kitten.
I undress her slowly as she stands before me until she’s as naked as I am, her smooth skin on display and begging me to taste her all over.
“Lie down on the bed for me, baby.”
She snorts. “I don’t take orders from you.”
“I’d be more inclined to believe you if you weren’t just on your knees worshipping my dick like a good little girl, taking my directions ever so well. Now, get on the bed, little menace,” I say, my tone authoritative and leaving no room for argument—and to my surprise, it works.
She does as she’s told, lying down in the middle of the bed and looking to me to tell her what to do next.
Holy shit, she’s submitting to me.
The badass girl who’s never submitted to anyone is submitting tome, and I can’t wait to see what else I can get her to do. I can’t wait to see how far I can push her before she finally snaps and tries to take back control.
FORTY-FOUR
LANA
Iwatch and wait.
Watching as he comes to the realization of what I’m doing, what I’m giving him. And I wait to see what he’ll do next.
He opens the dresser and pulls out a tie before approaching the bed.
“Hands,” he grunts, and I cross my arms over one another before holding them out towards him. He wraps the tie around my wrists intricately before securing them to the headboard. I tug on them. It’s a tight hold, and it wouldn’t be impossible for me to get out of, but I figure this is his way of testing me. He knows I’ll be able to free myself if I wanted to, he’s just going to push me further and further until I do.
Only, he seems to be forgetting something. He seems to have forgotten that I don’t do anything I don’t want to, and I wouldn’t be giving him complete control over me if this wasn’t what I wanted.
I want this. I want to submit to him; I want to let go and let him take over.
I need it, almost as much as he needs to feel that power over me that I feel every other time we’ve been together.
He climbs onto the bed and kneels between my legs, his eyes roaming over me with an appreciative glint. I fight off the need to talk, to tell him to do something or raise a questioning brow. This is his show, and I’m going to sit back and let him run it.
“You look so pretty like this, your mouth finally shut for once, waiting for instruction. Tied up and laid out just for me.” He trails a hand from my stomach and down to my hip before doing the same on the other side. “But you know what would make this view even better?” he asks and grips my hips harder before flipping me over.
I land on my knees, my arms bent awkwardly, but not uncomfortably.
“You, bent over, unable to move, with your ass up in the air for me.” He pushes down on my back, making me arch and stick my ass out in the air for him. His fingers trail down my spine before grabbing onto each of my cheeks and widening them. He bends down and runs his tongue along my entrance, tasting my wetness and humming to himself. I cry out, the noise muffled by the pillow.
“You always taste so. Damn. Good,” he murmurs against my skin, his hot breath making me shiver. He slides his tongue against me again, and I buck into him, needing more.
“Slow down, baby. I’m in control, remember?” he purrs and darts his tongue out again, teasing me with soft, slow strokes.
He continues this torture for what feels like forever. He drives me crazy, getting me right to the edge and pulling back. He whispers dirty words that he knows only wind me upmore, but he doesn’t stop. He’s pushing me, trying to see how far I’ll let this go before I finally break.
Only, I’m stubborn. And I don’t back down so easily.
