“I did not wait this long to have you just to fuck you against a wall. We’re doing this right, wife.”
“What’s wrong with the wall?”
I shook my head at her. “It’s not happening.” I dropped her on my bed, taking a second to admire the view of her there. “Lie back and spread your legs for me,” I told her, my voice coming out low and rough.
Her breath caught in a sharp gasp, but she obeyed, slowly parting her thighs. She was still perched on her elbows though.
“Lie back,” I repeated.
“But I want to see you.”
I didn’t respond as I climbed between her open legs and lowered my upper body over hers until she had no choice but to lie down.
“Good girl.”
She shuddered at the praise. “What are you going to do?”
“Whatever I want.” My forehead met hers, and I stared into her eyes. “I need you to talk to me, baby. If I do anything you don’t like, tell me. If you want me to stop or need a break, just say the word, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Good. Now put your hands above your head.”
“But I want to touch you.”
“No. It’s my turn right now.”
She let out a sound of frustration, but she stretched her arms out toward the headboard.
I smirked at her. “If you don’t keep your hands up there, I’ll tie them down.”
Her brows rose, a look of skepticism covering her features. “With what?”
“Oh baby, I’m secretly hoping you find out.”
My friends weren’t wrong when they called me a control freak. I’d always been demanding, and most of the time I was used to having my orders followed. But a part of me really did want Danielle to defy me right now just so I could have the excuse to dominate her.
“So beautiful,” I murmured, lowering my mouth to her peaked nipple.
She let out a shuddering breath. “Hayden, please.”
“Please what,” I mumbled against the soft flesh of her breast.
“I need more.”
My lips curved into a satisfied smile, and I stroked my fingers over the skin of her stomach, getting closer to her panties with each pass. She was so responsive, gasping and arching with every soft touch. But she kept her hands above her head like I’d told her.
I was torn between being pleased by her submission and wishing she would disobey so I’d have an excuse to follow through on my earlier threat.
I replaced my fingers with my mouth, kissing down her abs. When I swept my tongue under the band of her panties, her back bowed off the bed, and a second later I felt her fingers in my hair, fisting the strands.
“You moved your hands,” I said, lifting my head just enough to meet her gaze.
Her eyes widened and she let go of my hair.
I chuckled. “It’s too late for that, Sunday School.” Imoved so I was straddling her and yanked my belt from its loops.
Danielle’s eyes followed every movement as I wrapped the leather around her wrists, creating makeshift shackles.
