“Spread your legs, Brat.” His rough voice cut through the fantasies that were weaving their way through me. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to kill him or bend over so he could fuck me, so the mix of crazy that was running through my head was interesting.
Disobeying wasn’t an option, though.
“Yes, Sir.” Opening my legs, I loved the flood of desperation and submission that flowed through me. Knowing that I was just there for his pleasure…knowing that he wanted me to be good for him and then he would fuck me sent dirty images flooding through my mind.
Roman’s fingers slid over my thigh and down below my hard cock. He teased and caressed my balls before going lower and pressing against the plug. “There it is. Still keeping you nice and ready for me.”
The way it wiggled as he fingered it made it hard to breathe, and I closed my eyes, pressing my head against the seat while trying to be still. The pleasure flooding through me made it almost impossible. Moans and frantic sounds ripped out of me, and my cock throbbed painfully.
“Tell me the rule, Brat. Are you allowed to come?” His rough voice sent me back to the moment when he’d flicked my cock head, sending lightning through me as Reece and Houston watched, fussing at me for moaning too loud and getting too close to orgasming while he ate his dessert.
He was wicked, and the terrible way his brain worked was beautiful.
“I won’t come. I’ll be good.” I had to be good. I wanted to feel him slide deep into me and fuck me so hard I couldn’t think.
It was getting harder and harder to hold onto that promise, though.
A promise he was deliberately making difficult with the little touches and the goddamned speed bumps.
A low moan tore out of me as we hit another of the fucking things. I couldn’t decide if he was taking them too fast or if it was just the way the bump made the plug move, but it made it impossible to think, much less remember why I didn’t want to come.
It didn’t help that he’d taken the long way back to my house through a series of neighborhoods with dozens of the blasted things.
By the time we pulled into my driveway, I was shaking, and random pleas were escaping that I couldn’t hold back. Roman kept chuckling and reminding me to be good. When I’d lost control for a moment and tried to push my ass harder against his hand, it earned my dick another swat and a threat that if I didn’t behave, he’d go around and do the speed bumps again.
Fuck.
He was an evil, wicked, perfect Dom…How had I not seen it before?
As the garage door opened and he parked the car, I wasn’t sure I was in any shape to walk up the stairs to the house, much less the bedroom. When Roman climbed out of the car, I just slumped back against the seat, taking long, deep breaths to try and work up the energy to move.
All I wanted to do was orgasm and then sleep for a million years. It seemed like I’d been hard for hours, and every muscle twitched and ached like I’d run a marathon. When Roman opened the door and crouched down beside me, I could see the heat from his eyes.
“You did such a good job, Brat. Have you learned your lesson?”
Fuck.
What was I supposed to have remembered?
“I’ll be good. I’ll listen.” I had no idea what I’d done but knowing me, I’d pushed something too far or just disobeyed. A promise to be good was all I could think to say.
Roman smiled wickedly but nodded, probably guessing I was too gone to figure anything out. So I tried again to give him the answer he wanted. “I’ll be good, Sir.”
Fuck.
Maybe if I said it enough he’d shove his cock deep into me and finally let me come. I was hovering just outside of subspace in the needy, desperate realm where I wanted to submit, but I also wanted to beg to come.
Being good was hard.
And Roman wasn’t trying to make it any easier. He leaned into the car, resting a hand high on my leg, and took my mouth in a heated kiss. By the time he pulled back, his hand was cupping my cock.
“My brat’s still hard. That’s my good boy.” Roman’s fingers teased at the head of my dick, sending fireworks up my spine.
The pleasure made me squirm, which nudged the plug and started the whole process over again…each time sending me higher and making it almost impossible for me to think. Roman’s voice was thick with desire when he pulled his hand away, but nothing he felt could come close to matching my desperation.
“So sexy when you’re so needy, Brat.” Straightening, he took my hand as he stood. “Come on, I don’t think I want to wait anymore to make love to you.”
My legs didn’t want to work, and the way my butt rubbed against the seat as I moved only made my knees weaker. Roman loved it. The delight and arousal in his voice were clear. “I’ve been hard for hours, knowing how sexy your ass looks with the toy and your red bottom from the spanking.”
