Page 125 of Savage Ambition

I laced my fingers through his dark hair, tightening my grip. “You love this, don’t you? Having your mouth filled with my cock?”

He hummed an affirmative around my length.

“You’re so beautiful with your mouth stretched around me,” I praised, stroking his cheek with my thumb. “Do you want me to fuck your throat properly?”

He relaxed his jaw entirely, taking me until his nose pressed against my neatly trimmed hair.

“You’re so good at this,” I murmured. “But part of you hates how much you love this, doesn’t it?”

He growled in protest but kept sucking. His hands gripped my hips to steady himself as he surrendered to my control while defiance still burned in his eyes.

“Do you think you deserve my cock tonight?” I asked.

He pulled back, a string of saliva connecting his swollen lips to my tip. “I think you need it as badly as I do,” he countered, his voice hoarse.

I tightened my grip on his hair and pulled hard until he gasped. “Wrong answer. Try again.”

A muscle in his jaw twitched. “Yes, I deserve it.” He remembered to add as an afterthought, “Please.”

“You sound awfully surly for a submissive,” I said with a disapproving tut.

His contrite expression was a rare treat. “I want what you want.”

“Better. And will you take everything I give you tonight? Every pleasure, every denial?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

“Even if I keep you on the edge until you’re begging to do anything for release?”

A tremor ran through him. “Yes.”

I stroked his cheek. “Good boy. Get on the bed.”

He laid back in the middle of the mattress and spread his legs. His erection rested hard against his stomach.

I knelt between his splayed thighs, running my palms up the muscled expanse from knee to hip with deliberate slowness. His skin burned beneath my touch, the fine hairs rising as I traced patterns that approached but never quite reached where he wanted me most.

His cock twitched as more precum leaked onto his stomach. I trailed my fingers close enough to graze the heat radiating from his arousal without providing actual relief.

“Do you know what I want to do to you?” I asked, spreading his thighs wider to test his resolve. “How I want to take you apart until there’s nothing left but need?”

His breath hitched, but he remained silent.

I leaned forward, bracing my hands on either side of his head. I let my cock brush against his. The brief contact made him lift his hips to seek friction that I deliberately withheld.

“Maybe I should keep you like this all night,” I whispered against his mouth. Barlinger never put time restrictions on our performances, and I completely intended to use every second. “Would you enjoy that, Dragon?”

His continued silence proved he had found a new form of resistance by denying me the satisfaction of a verbal reaction.

I sat back on my heels, running my hands down his chest. I circled his nipples with my thumbs until they hardened into tight peaks. When I pinched one hard enough to cross the line from pleasure into pain, his back arched, but he swallowed the noise.

I trailed my touch lower to ghost my fingers over the hard length of his cock. His jaw tightened to suppress his reaction.

“You’re being unusually compliant tonight, Dragon. I wonder why that is.”

“Isn’t that what you want from me?” Dante countered.

I trailed my fingers along his inner thigh, finding the fading bruise I had left weeks ago. In the heat of passion, I’d broken one of the brothel’s cardinal rules and marked the merchandise.