Part 6 (2/2)
s.h.i.+t! She mentally cursed her slip. She meant to hold strong, to keep him on his toes, and at least make him work for what he wanted her continuing as his submissive once they returned home. ”I didn't say anything about when vacation was over, Deacon just about what I won't do. My professional role is completely separate from my submissive side. It has to be.”
”But you're not denying that we will continue when we return to Littleton, are you?” He leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest.
She s.h.i.+fted uneasily in her seat. The d.a.m.n man had eyes like a hawk and selective hearing. ”As usual, you're only hearing what you want to hear. Besides I still have four days to decide if I want to continue our little experiment when we return home.” She nibbled on her lower lip, and threw out an ultimatum she just knew to the depths of her soul that he wouldn't be able to resist. ”The s.e.x is great, but even as new as I am; even I realize that's not all it takes to make this kind of relations.h.i.+p work. Guess you'll have to try some more.”
A predatory look entered his gaze and sent a chill of antic.i.p.ation down her spine, especially when the dominant sneer he only wore during scenes accompanied it. ”Bad move, little one. A good subbie should know better than to challenge her Dom. It's a good way to end up on her knees with an a.n.a.l plug shoved up her a.s.s.”
Her bottom clenched at his words and l.u.s.t settled in the pit of her stomach, but she forced herself to keep up the flippant att.i.tude. ”I guess we'll just have to wait and see.”
”Yes, we will.” He slowly uncrossed his arms to reach into his back pocket for his wallet. Bethany couldn't help but drool over the s.h.i.+ft of muscles under his tight t-s.h.i.+rt, as he threw down some money on the table. It didn't take much to imagine those strong arms holding her down while he f.u.c.ked her through the bed.
”Let's go.”
The command in his tone sent more s.h.i.+vers down her spine, and she glanced up to see the dominant s.h.i.+ning from Deacon's gaze. Gone was the friend who'd been discussing limits and answering her questions. In his place was the self-a.s.sured Dom who'd already rocked her world a few times. Self-a.s.sured and confident in his abilities to make her lose control, his dominant side had her dripping wet and tingling with the need to push.
Keeping their visual connection, she slowly pushed back from the table and stood. G.o.d she wanted to play. Enough of this talking bulls.h.i.+t.
As he followed Bethany's swaying a.s.s outside, Deacon barely hung onto the leash holding his s.e.x drive in check. He'd been half-hard most the day what man wouldn't be when talking about s.e.x with his sub but he'd gone rock hard when the little s.h.i.+t had challenged him. Didn't she realize the can of worms she opened up by doing that? To imply he hadn't swayed her mind yet, but he could still try, was ludicrous. He knew her better than she probably realized. She'd made up her mind earlier today from the moment she claimed that he was the perfect Dom for her. To deny it now, just made him want to rea.s.sert his dominance something he'd come perilously close to doing in the restaurant.
When she challenged me.
He caught up with her just before she got to the car. Pinning her to side of it with an arm on either side of her, wasn't hard, but definitely surprised her, if her stiffening back were anything to go by.
”Sir?” She looked over her shoulder at him, the rest of her body absolutely still as if she recognized the danger she was in. Very clever girl he mused, as he leaned in far enough to nuzzle her ear. To anyone watching they would a.s.sume that he was merely being affectionate with his girl.
”Unhook your bra.” He brushed his whiskers over the column of her throat. He raked his teeth over the skin when she froze. ”Do it no one is going to see you.”
She moaned softly but obeyed, and the hand that had been clenching the roof the car, slipping under the edge of her polo. It only took a second, but from his vantage point, he could clearly see when she released the front hook.
”Pull the cups aside. I want to see those tight nipples through your s.h.i.+rt.”
”Yes, Sir.” Her words were breathy when he lightly nipped where her shoulder met her neck.
He growled softly and let one hand leave the roof of the car. He used it to slip under her s.h.i.+rt. Resting it on her tummy, he pulled her back against him, settling his erection against the swell of her a.s.s. The maneuver also allowed him a better look down the V-neck of her s.h.i.+rt. He could see the inner curves of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s along with a hint of nipple as she freed one, then the other breast. It made him want to tongue the little buds through her s.h.i.+rt. But he had a plan one that he was sure would have her begging by the time they returned to the bungalow. With great reluctance, he released her.
”Get in the car, but don't put your seatbelt on.”
Once she settled into her seat, he carefully shut the door, knowing that his groin was eye level with her. He hoped she liked what she saw, because as soon as he got them home, she was going to get a mouth full. He'd waited long enough to feel her mouth on his c.o.c.k. Praying his control was what he thought it was, he slipped around to the driver's side and slid in. He turned in his seat, taking in her flushed cheeks and the hard peaks showing through her top. ”Give me your bra.”
She opened her mouth as if to protest, but he wasn't having any of it. ”Don't. Just do it. Every woman alive knows how to take their bra off without flas.h.i.+ng anyone.”
She nodded and with some careful maneuvering that nearly drove him crazy, she tugged her bra free of her sleeve. She handed him the peach colored lace he'd picked out for her this morning. Taking it, he folded it half and shoved it into his pocket. Then he turned to start the car. Next to him, he could feel her eyes on him.
”Seat belt.” He reminded her after securing his own belt. She remained silent as he pulled out of the parking lot. He could almost feel her confusion, but to his surprise she remained silent. A silence he wasn't going to fill until he was good and ready. Driving smoothly, he let five, then ten, then almost twenty minutes pa.s.s, while keeping an eye on her out of the corner of her eye with nothing more than a 'drop them' when she tried to cover her b.r.e.a.s.t.s with her arms.
Finally she snapped. ”Is there a reason for this?”
”Other than the fact, I told you to?” He kept his eyes on the road.
She s.h.i.+fted in her seat. ”Yeah. Is this some kind of power trip for you?”
He took the curve a bit faster than expected, catching the movement of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s out of the corner of his eye. He loved the jiggle. ”Submission is the ultimate power exchange, Bethany.” He reached up, opened the sunroof as he speed up, and got to highway traveling speeds knowing her little nipples wouldn't stand a chance against the warm air teasing them. He smothered his grin as they beaded harder against the thin material. She squirmed.
”Can you shut that, Sir?”
”Why?” He glanced over at her. ”Surely it's not because you're cold?”
She mumbled something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like ”not a chance in h.e.l.l,” but he let it go.
”Personally I think it's because you're h.o.r.n.y and the rus.h.i.+ng air is teasing those nipples unbearably.”
She fell silent. Not that silence would save her as she would soon find out. The rest of the drive his little sub remained quiet other than an occasional squirm. Unable to resist any longer, he took one hand off the wheel and tweaked her nearest nipple.
”Sir!” She tried to brush his hand away. Tightening his fingers, he refused to let go. He squeezed until her hand fell away.
”That's better.” He praised, as she went limp against the seat, and softened his touch. ”I will play with my nipples as much as I want and what will you do?”
He caught her eye for a second. Her a flush crept up her chest. ”Take it, Sir?”
”That's right, and if you come before we get to the bungalow, it will be the last o.r.g.a.s.m you'll have until tomorrow. Do you understand?” He squeezed once more to accent his question.
”Yes, Sir.”
”Good girl.” He kept his eyes on the road, while mentally gauging how far he could push her without shoving her over. He'd have to take it easy his little sub hadn't learned control yet. But he'd work on it, he promised himself as the car ate up the miles.
As soon as we get back to the room.
Chapter Ten.
If waking to find your Dom already buried deep inside you was the result of a direct challenge of his prowess, Bethany would've done it sooner if she hadn't been so pleasantly distracted by the o.r.g.a.s.m cras.h.i.+ng over her.
”Sir!” She wanted to wrap her arms and legs around him, but after nearly four days of non-stop s.e.x and domination, her poor body was worn out to the point she didn't even have the energy to struggle to lift her limbs off the bed forget even pulling against the restraints tying her arms to either side of the bed.
”That's it. Come all over me.” Hovering over her, his lips bruised from her kisses and more than stubble on his jaw, he held her gaze while he ground his pelvis against her c.l.i.t.
She sobbed, her thighs trembling as one o.r.g.a.s.m faded while another chased it. She couldn't...
”Don't fight it.” He pinched one of her nipples.
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