I retreated a step. “Excuse me?”
“Remove the towel and bend your ass over.” His command intensified, a hint of possessiveness creeping into his voice. “You let me fuck you with my dick and my fingers, but you won’t bend over for me?”
“That was a mistake. One that will not be happening again.”
Lies. All lies. I wanted another night with him. His touch and kisses had helped wash away the memory of Ceaser’s hands on my body.
His nostrils flared, and his eyes narrowed. I stood my ground. He grabbed me by the neck in a blink, his grip firm yet controlled.
He pulled my face closer to his and whispered against my lips, “Are you telling me you didn’t like the way my cock felt inside you? The way you came and screamed my name said otherwise.”
“No,” I seethed.
Another lie.
A dangerous smile played on his full lips. “I’m not buying that. Now turn the fuck around, or I’ll make you.”
I leaned in and licked his lips. “I dare you.”
He spun me around and ripped the towel off my body. “Bend over,” he muttered, his hand traveling down my back.
And what did I do? My dumb ass bent over for him like a good little whore.
“Fuck, look at that ass.” His hands roamed freely, squeezing my butt cheeks. He ran his finger down my butthole, and I tensed.
“You are not sticking your dick in my ass!” I snapped, glaring at him over my shoulder.
“Not tonight, but I'll have you begging for it one day. But that day is not today.”
I scoffed. “I don’t think so. It’s my ass, and I say what I want to do with it.”
Without warning, his hand connected with my skin, a stinging slap that made me groan.
His dark chuckle made me want to smack him.
“I need you to relax,” he coaxed while rubbing my ass again and soothing the sting.
I relaxed, only to feel his long, thick skilled fingers slowly tease my core until he slipped a finger all the way in... but then a strange sensation filled me.
“What are you?—?”
“Shh.” He kissed my right butt cheek. “I’m in control.” His lips moved over to the other cheek.
“Control of what?” I asked breathlessly while his fingers worked their magic.
“You.” His warm lips grazed my spine and he gently helped me rise to my full height.
I spun around, my naked body on full display, meeting his intense gaze.
“What did you put inside me?” I started to wiggle uncomfortably.
With a mischievous grin, he lifted a remote and pressed a button. I jerked in surprise.
“Oh, my god,” I groaned in pleasure.
“A vibrator. Like I said, I love control, and controlling you is one of my favorite hobbies.”
“Wait a minute,” I said as he approached the door. “You can’t be serious.”
