Page 84 of The Catch

Because I can, and Saint offered himself to me, and seeing him struggle makes me feel powerful.

He's giving himself to me. It's all about me tonight.

He groans. "You're— saying something important and— fuck. You're going to make me come in my underwear if you keep this up."

I'm a queen, with the king at her command.

"Open your eyes," I whisper.

He obeys slowly.

I raise an eyebrow. "What makes you think I wouldn't enjoy that?"

"I need to… earn… it…"

I smirk, drop to my knees, and close my mouth over the length of his cock, still trapped under fabric.

"Ames— shit!"

"Such a good boy."

A deep sound makes it out of his throat as he comes. His hips buckle, just once, like in the height of his climax he forgot himself. A wet spot spreads through his underwear.

Pride feathers down my chest as I stand. A cocky smile takes my lips, because I made him lose it. Even now, he restrains himself and keeps himself as still as he can.

"Damn." He breathes fast. Rose colors his cheeks for once. "Fuck. Sorry."

"Don't apologize."

"But I haven't even touched you and I'm not eighteen anymore and—"

"Saint. Don't apologize."

He stops himself.

"How often do you let other women take control like this?"

"Ames. Don't think of them."

"But I am, so tell me. How often?"

It takes him a second to answer. "Never."

Power rushes through me all over again.

I take a step closer to him. "Do you know how amazing it feels disarming you like this? That you only let me do this to you?"

Despite his orgasm, he's fully alert. His breathing is deeper now, but fast.

He studies my face, my eyes. "I told you I'm at your mercy."

"And you want to show me?"

"Yes. Please. I can still be so good for you. It won't take me long to recover, I promise."

"Oh, I'm not done with you." I hook a finger through his chain and pull again.

He's docile and leans closer. "Tell me what you want."