Page 13 of Savage Ambition

I rewarded his honesty by stroking him but kept my movements maddeningly slow. “Tonight, at ten o’clock, I want you back at the brothel.”

He hesitated, and I stopped moving. “I can’t afford it.”

“If you were allowed on my floor, then you can definitely afford it,” I said, cutting him off with a hard squeeze that stole the words from his throat. “And you will. The alternative is an endless need with no release.”

“That’s cruel,” he groaned, the strain clear in every line of his body.

“I never claimed to be kind,” I replied, resuming my slow strokes. “Tell me you’ll visit me tonight. Come fuck me, and I’ll make it worth every penny. Every risk. I’ll ruin you for anyone else, and you’ll thank me for it.”

He countered with a tight “I’ll think about it.”

Without a word, I removed my hand and stepped back. “Wrong answer.”

He made a sound of frustration, his cock hard and exposed. “What do you want from me?”

“Your obedience. Your surrender.”

“Fuck you,” he snarled, his anger a thin veil over his desperation.

I laughed, the sound cutting through the tension between us. “That’s what you want to do, isn’t it? Bend me over and fuck me until I stop talking? Until I’m the one begging?”

His gaze locked on mine. “Yes.”

“Then earn it,” I challenged, moving closer but not touching him. “Prove you deserve to have me.”

“How?”

I wrapped my hand around his erection again, stroking him hard. “By admitting what you are. What you want.”

His hips bucked into my grip, seeking more friction. “Fine. I want you. Happy?”

“Not good enough,” I said, slowing my strokes to something torturous. “What are you?”

Confusion clouded his features. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You’re mine,” I told him, increasing my pace again. “Say it.”

Defiance flared in his eyes. “No.”

I pulled away once more. “Then we’re done here.”

“Wait.” Panic edged his voice.

I raised a challenging eyebrow.

The battle of resistance versus surrender played out across his face. Finally, need won. “I’m yours,” he whispered.

“Louder,” I demanded.

“I’m yours,” he repeated with more conviction.

I moved close again, wrapping my hand around him and jerking him off with renewed purpose. “And what will you do tonight?”

“Visit you at the brothel,” he gasped, hips matching my pace. “Ten o’clock.”

“And you’ll pay whatever I ask to fuck me?”

“Yes,” he agreed with a whine. “Anything.”