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“No touching until I say.” She opens her mouth as I push my fingers into her hair, enjoying the silky-smooth feel of it. Everything about this woman is fucking perfect. I grab hold of her hair and move her head toward my cock. She opens for me, but as soon as I feel her tongue, I pull her back and back some more. She darts out her tongue and licks the tip of it. “Bad girl,” I tell her, stepping back and dropping my hold on her hair. “Now, crawl up to the fucking bed and pull that skirt up over your ass.”
“So demanding,” she purrs with a sinister smile but wiggles the skirt up over her ass. And for my viewing pleasure, she has on no underwear. I just knew she didn’t.
“Move it,” I command, and I can tell from the way she smirks that she enjoys being told what to do.
My bad, bad girl.
CHAPTER 32
Anya
“Why are you stopping, Anya?” He says my name with a drawl, almost like he’s teasing me. I’m halfway to the bed, and I know he’s watching me. I can feel his stare all over my body. “You look so good, so wet for me,” he croons, and I feel him come up closer, and his hand caresses my ass. It’s been a while since I let a man control me like this. Actually, I think this is the only time I’ve let a man have this much control over me.
This is no different from when I let him bind me at his restaurant. I understand the psychology between dominant and submissive. I sell it. But I never thought I would find myself crawling on hands and knees because a man said so.
But River is different. I don’t know why, but with him, I don’t have to constantly fight. I can just relinquish control, even if just for a few minutes. And it makes me feel alive.
Deep down, I must trust River to a degree, and I don’t trust anyone except for my brother.
Ever so slowly, this man has carved his way into my space and maybe more…
I push that thought away.
I can’t focus on the more.
I only have now.
I’m not even sure why I’m giving him the power, but fuck, his cock tasted good.
I want another taste.
His hand moves to my other ass cheek before he leans over me from behind. I can feel his breath near my ear.
“How wet?” he asks me.
“Very wet.”
“Hmm,” he hums, his hand sliding down between my ass cheeks until it reaches my pussy and he slips a finger between my folds. I moan at his touch, and am aware of its disappearance the moment it leaves my pussy. When I look over my shoulder, I watch mesmerized as he puts his fingers in his mouth, sucking them with eyes closed before opening them with a smile. “I think you should taste it.”
I nod my head, eager for whatever it is he wants to give me. But he grips my ass with both hands, and I feel him at my entrance. His cock teases me before it slides inside, and it’s like heaven, eliciting a moan from my lips. One I can’t contain. But the minute I feel full, he pulls away, leaving me empty and desperate.
My eyes spring open, and he lazily walks around me and sits at the end of the bed. He looks down at me and indicates with one finger—the same one he tasted me with—to continue crawling to him. I do as I’m told, my eyes on his very hard cock. It glistens from being coated in my wetness.
When I reach him, he puts a finger under my chin and lifts my head. “Now, up.”
My gaze doesn’t want to move from his cock. It’s beautiful. He’s perfectly manicured, veins in all the right places, and it’s large. And, fuck, does it feel good inside me.
“Taste,” he says as he reaches for my hair yet again and brings my head down to his cock. I wrap my mouth around him and take him as far down as I can go. I can taste myself on him.
He moans, but I can’t take all of him in; he’s too large for that. Lifting my head up and down, I go again. When I reach for the base of his cock, he stops me and pulls back. “No. My bad girl needs something a little more. You can stand now.”
I sit up on my heels, my dress still up around my waist, as I watch him pull something from a drawer. I see it’s something made of leather. “Undress.”
I’ve seen almost every sex contraption and toy imaginable, so I leave it as a surprise as I reach for my hem and follow his directive. I’m usually in charge in the bedroom. I don’t let a man lead, but here I am, listening to every command he gives.
Why?
Because it feels fucking good not to be in charge for once in my life.
