Oh my god.
He watched me make myself come. And while I called out his name, no less.
I flush even harder at his praise.
Fuck. I begin to hyperventilate while he stands a few feet away with his eyes digging into me in his unnerving ways that make my skin tingle and light up again. Despite coming harder than I’ve come in a long while, my pussy is ready for another orgasm. One delivered by him.
With his tongue. His fingers. His huge cock that got hard watching me.
None of my brain cells seem to be functioning because I don’t make a move to shy away or cover my body. I just stand there, the steam creating a cloud around us while water teases my back and lets him soak in every crevice and inch of me.
Realizing my intention, his jaw sets, eyes darkening savagely, as he runs them all over my body slowly, teasingly, and hungrily. He looks angry but I know he’s fighting his restraint to not touch me while we’re alone. But suddenly, they are the last thing on my mind.
Because after that mind-blowing kiss, the rules went out the fucking window. He all but eviscerated them with every swipe of his tongue, every swallowed moan, and each rough bite and suck. Just as I feared, his kiss was just like him.
Aggressive.
Passionate.
Filthy.
There are a million reasons for us to desire anything more from our scandalous arrangement, yet they all dissolve into nothingness as I hold his stare.
Except the large bulge straining his pants, there’s no telling he’s affected.
I study him carefully, hoping to see a telltale sign that he’s affected. He has since discarded his Jacket and vest, revealing his strong forearms, which were straining against the silk of his shirt that he fills out perfectly. The collar, still sharp while his tie hangs loose, giving him a ravishing look and the difference between us only heightens my awareness of him and skyrockets my arousal. As if he’s testing me, he remains silent.
Every part of me he caresses and peers at with his ravenous eyes, I feel marked. Possessed. Claimed.
“It was a private moment, Dash,” I say, shutting off the shower behind me. “Not an invitation to watch like it’s your personal porn show.”
Pushing open the sliding door completely to get out, I grab a towel and make a show of rubbing and drying myself, Dash watching every move. I’ve never felt so bold except whenever I’m under his spell. Like he calls to the inner naughty girl inside me who loves his undivided attention and seeks the thrill in pushing him.
“The door was left open, kitten,” he states in a husky voice. With his head tilted, he taunts, “And you taught me it’s always an invitation. Don’t mistake me for a gentleman.”
Tying the towel around me, I close the gap between us until we’re standing inches apart. Running my finger over the button of his shirt, I rasp, “I never did.”
I run my tongue between my lips when his hands curl against the marble counter, so I slide mine lower and trace his belt, not purposely touching his dick. The temperature becomes hotter despite the chill and droplets of water sticking to my skin.
Calm and commanding, traits he wears like a second skin, Dash makes no attempt to stop or push me away. Without my heels, I barely reach his shoulders and even in my vulnerable state, I feel powerful because the desire shining in his green orbs fills me with confidence.
That doesn’t mean I’m unaware of the fact that he can snatch it away if he wishes. And the fantasy of him taking away my will until I’m under his dominance and mercy is an addictive rush. When I softly brush over his hard length, he finally speaks.
“What do you think you’re doing, kitten?” he says in a low, harsh voice.
“Feeling my fiancé.”
“No touching when alone, remember?”
“You’re not allowed to, but I can.”
“That’s not how it works.”
“They’re my rules,” I murmur. Staring up at him under hooded eyes, I rest both my palms flat on his abs that are like steel and inch my hands upward, feeling every hard ridge through his shirt. Rising on my tiptoes, I lick the seam of his lips and whisper against them, “What I say goes.”
“Teasing and taunting me with your body makes you horny, doesn’t it?” he growls before capturing my bottom lip between his teeth when I try to move back. Pulling until I whimper, he lets it go with a pop. “I bet your pussy is dripping with your juices and orgasm.”
I’m enjoying my free rein over him far too much. Unable to stop myself, I make quick work of opening his top three buttons and pull so I can feel his warm skin underneath. Every night when I sleep in his arms, I have to fight the urge to trace his abs with my tongue and explore every muscle. Every granite inch.
It’s a different kind of hell when your mind and body are at war.
One screaming he’ll wreck me if I let him fuck me, while the latter taunts it’s a blasphemy to resist such a fine specimen like him.
The sane choice would be to pull back, walk away, but when you’re still buzzing from a powerful orgasm and the man who sent you over the edge in your fantasies is standing pressed against you, madness becomes your best friend.
Drugged from his masculine scent and his hardness pressing against my stomach, I give in to the long-awaited need and lean down to press a kiss on his chest. His rough exhales ruffle my hair and send a shiver down my spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
His pleasured grunt excites me and I lightly bite, desperate to hear it again. The sound is raw, gravelly, and throaty. My body comes alive with a need so sharp and intense, it steals my air. Placing kisses everywhere, my mouth tastes skin until I trail my lips to his ear.
“Wanna know what I was imagining when I made myself come?” I whisper in a teasing tone.
Wild and turbulent eyes connect with mine when my head is wrenched back and his other hand wraps around my neck before he arrogantly demands, “What was I doing to you, kitten?”
“Your cock in my mouth and fucking my throat raw.”
“You want to suck my dick?”
“Yes.” I moan, becoming dizzy under his tone and his possessive hold.
“Will you take every inch like a good girl?”
“Yes.”
“And will you swallow every drop of my cum?” he rasps.
“Yes. I want your taste on my tongue, Dash.” I nod rapidly, delirious with need. Even I am unable to recognize the girl dirty talking back to him.
Inching his fingers lower, he plays with the knot of my towel, which has miraculously stayed on. It causes delicious and teasing friction against my nipples, and amplifies my lust.
“Then beg for my cock like a good little girl, kitten,” Dash commands.
“What happened to making me beg without laying a finger?” I taunt instead, ignoring the protest of my body that craves to fall to my knees and worship him. His eyes flare in challenge and warning just before he lets go.
I swallow thickly when his hands lower to his waist and unclasp his belt. Instinctively, I take a step backward and the corner of his lips tilt dangerously and deviously before he slowly pulls the expensive leather through the loops.
The belt hangs low as he lowers his hand to the side before promising, “I will make you beg and then I’m going to fuck the sass right out of your mouth with my cock.”
“You like my sass.”
“I like good girls even better, especially in the bedroom.” I don’t even make it half a step before his arm snakes forward and he loops the belt around my neck, yanking me against him. Crisscrossing the end and holding it in his grip, he tugs me closer to his mouth without us touching. “I don’t need my hands on you to have you under my command and mercy, kitten. My belt or my tie works fine too.”
My clit throbs and I can hear my pulse pounding in my ears as he keeps his eyes pinned on mine while clasping the belt and tightening the noose to control me better. There’s no guessing his dirty intentions beneath the hard stare. He could be fantasizing about choking me or pushing me down to my knees and I’d be none the wiser.
“What are you doing, Dash?” I whisper, scared and turned on at the same time.
“Drop. The. Towel.”
I hold the knot tighter but one savage look from him and I obey by uncurling my fingers and letting it puddle at his feet. My nipples harden immediately, aching for his mouth.
I’m taken back to the past when he licked and played with them to distract me from the pain of having him inside me for the first time. Nothing had felt as amazing as the feel of his tongue and his lips. I could have come alone from that stimulation and his cock throbbing inside me.
“Good girl,” he praises, and it washes over me like the teasing caress of a wind. “Want to know how I would have made you come if you’d let me?”
“How?”
His gaze drops to my breasts and he licks his lips before speaking in a husky tone, “I would have first teased and tortured your tits with my tongue, sucking on your dark nipples, knowing it makes your body come alive, and just when they become sensitive, I’d bite and pull on them with my teeth until you gushed for me.”
A shiver runs down my spine and I arch my back, silently enticing him to just do what he said, rules be damned. His lips tilt into a smirk but he doesn’t take the bait. His demand, loud and clear that unless I beg, he won’t. His restraint is as annoying as it is hot.
“Cup your tits and squeeze hard, Bianca,” he sharply orders. “I want to see them spill out of your hands. Or…” I hold my breath. “Say please so I can have my mouth on them.”
“You want a taste?” I tease, then grab my breasts before circling my nipples with my thumb, and a pleasing moan slips past my lips. I tighten my grip and meet his eyes. “Then come get it because I’m not saying please.”
“Is that your way of telling me you’re desperate for my touch, kitten? Because your eyes are begging for one thing while your mouth is saying another.”
“Then listen to my mouth.”
“I’d rather fuck it.”
Yes, please, is on the tip of my tongue and because he can read my dirty mind, I almost scream it when he uses the end of the belt and slaps my right breast.
“Dash,” I whimper, rising on my toes.
“Pinch your nipples,” he growls. “Rough and hard so it stings.”
The authoritative timbre to his tone has me pinching my nubs and just as I let go, he spanks me again right on my sensitive left nipple before paying the same attention to the other. The sharp pain vibrates from my breasts straight to my clit, and I feel the building of another orgasm.
Fuck. He knows my weaknesses all too well.
When I still don’t beg, his calm teeters on the edge. A gasp slips past my lips when suddenly he interchanges our positions without touching me and my back is pressed against the counter roughly.
Our faces inches apart, breathing in each other’s air, he rips me open with his words and I still. “Stop being so scared of being vulnerable, kitten. The rules, the defiance, it’s all a layer of defense to make yourself feel in control. So if you think I’m going to fall for it and touch you like I so desperately want just to give you the satisfaction of winning, you’re wrong. If you want me, then know I won’t demand any less than all of you, Bianca. Unafraid, vulnerable, and sweet.”
My eyes close against the onslaught of feelings wreaking havoc on me and I feel bare to the bones that he saw beneath my layers so easily. I want to hate him but I can’t. I want to give him what he wants yet I’m nervous.
Staring at me with awe and desire, he lowers his voice to a seductive timbre and says, “Say yes, so I can soothe the sting on your nipples with my tongue. Say yes please, so I can trace your tight pussy with my fingers, circle your clit, and fill you up. Beg me like my good girl, so I can finally touch my future wife the way I’m desperate to. Surrender your body to me or tell. Me. To. Stop.”
None of us move an inch and I can hear my rapid heartbeat between us. His desperation mirrors mine and I lose the wordless fight, dooming our fate. “Kiss me again, Dash. Please.”
We clash. Lips to lips. Chest to chest. Soft against hard. Like two lost and broken souls.
His hands rip and throw the belt away before greedy hands circle my waist to press me against him harder. He does this while his mouth takes mine savagely, no holds barred and fucking me with his tongue. I bite his bottom lip and pull at his hair at the nape of his neck and he reciprocates by squeezing my left breast so painfully, it only makes me crazier.
Nothing else matters except him.
As promised, he tears his mouth away to bend and take my abused nipple in his mouth before sucking softly while lavishing it with his tongue. He flicks the swollen and sensitive nub again and again until I squirm in his hold.
Pushing his head down harder when he moves to the other breast, my head falls back when he circles my areola before swiping at the tip and sucking it deep. His other hand explores the rest of me, caressing and teasing, pulling and digging, making my pussy throb.
His touch feels familiar, like coming home, yet nothing like the last time.
“Fuck, Dash.” I moan, crying out when he sucks too hard. “Too much.”
My grip slips from his hair when he raises his eyes to mine and a carnal smirk takes over his entire face. “I haven’t even started, kitten.”
Fuck. Me.
Like I don’t already know. The man still has his clothes on while I’m naked and will probably need another shower after he’s finished with me. That’s if I don’t pass out from the sensory overload alone.
Straightening to his full height, he spreads my legs to press his cock against my bare pussy and threads his fingers in my hair to hold me captive. “You wanted to meet my rough and dark side. It’s too late to back out now, because I’m not letting you go.”
“I don’t want you holding back, Dash,” I boldly confess.
His piercing gaze brightens with dark possession a second before he steps back. Just like that, his carnal and deviant side comes out to play.
“On your knees.”
