I hear the toilet flush and hear him walk back toward the room. I haven’t moved from my position when he enters, and my eyes automatically run across his torso, following each sinewy muscle down to his dick.
He’s semi-erect again, and it seems to twitch as soon as I look at it. I unconsciously bite my lip while picturing dropping to my knees and sucking him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip, tracing the vein running the length of it.
“I like whatever thoughts are running through your mind,” I hear his rough voice from in front of me, but I barely pay attention to it, way too intrigued by my fantasy. “Come here.”
It’s the command in his voice that finally snaps me out of my fantasy. Without hesitation, I roll to my knees and slowly crawl toward him.
His eyes dilate watching me and the heat I’ve come to recognize fills them, eclipsing the gray.
As soon as I’m within reach, his hand fists in my disheveled hair and pulls my head back. He whispers, low and seductive, “Good girl.”
A keening sound escapes from deep within my throat, a noise I’ve never heard myself make before, and my internal muscles pulsate. I’ve never thought I’d be the one to respond to such dominating behavior, but here I am, wanting and hungry for this man in front of me.
My body strains toward him without me realizing what I’m doing until the hand grabbing my hair pulls me back.
“Tell me what you want, Princess.” He leans down, his breath tickling the shell of my ear. “And make sure to be detailed.”
Holy fuck. How did I never see this side of Kade? Sure, he’s always been domineering, but I didn’t expect him to be this forceful in the bedroom.
I can’t believe I’m getting off on his intensity and dominant side.
Letting go of any lingering inhibitions, I don’t think about my words, I let the desire take over my being. “I want to suck your cock. I want to tease you and make you lose your precious control. Then I want you to fuck my throat, see if you can beat my gag reflex, while I cradle and massage your balls.”
I’m surprised at my own brazen behavior, but I love how the words cause his breath to hitch and the fingers holding on to me squeeze involuntarily, pulling on my roots. But the pain doesn’t bother me, if anything, it heightens my awareness of the powerful man standing in front of me.
“Well then, get to work,” he commands before he stands up straight. His hand doesn’t leave my hair, but his hold loosens.
I don’t hesitate, the need to please him taking over my whole body. I reach out with my hand and grip his erection, slowly pumping his length. I lean forward and lick his tip slowly, while I trace the vein running up his length. Teasing him like this is probably my favorite thing to do. I enjoy hearing his breathing speed up, the fingers tense in my hair.
When I can’t hold back anymore, I wrap my mouth around him, massaging the underside of his cock with my tongue. I keep my pace torturously slow, drawing a frustrated growl out of him.
“Fuck.”
I let him pop out of my mouth and look at him through my lashes. “You enjoy that?” I have no doubt my smirk is smug.
He doesn’t answer, and before I have a chance to figure out why, he pries my mouth open with the thumb of the hand not holding on to my hair. A move so smooth and practiced I wonder about it for all of a second before I’m distracted from my train of thought by his cock filling my mouth. I don’t have time to worry about my gag reflex as he’s thrusting deep into my throat.
Unlike mine, his pace is not slow and controlled but savage and fast.
I have a moment of triumph at causing him to lose control.
“Take me.” His voice is rough and raw, like gravel on a country road. “Take all of me.”
Unable to answer, I do the only thing I can, I try to relax my throat as much as possible, allowing him to slide even deeper. I have trouble breathing, but I don’t care, too turned on by the rough way he’s treating me.
My pussy is pulsating, needing to be filled so badly my arousal is coating my thighs. I can’t help myself, I plunge my fingers into my pussy, trying to satisfy the need burning inside of me, when Kade suddenly stops moving, giving me a slight reprieve.
“Don’t.” I’m confused until he elaborates, “I’m the only one to make you come tonight.” I remove my fingers and my body cries out at the loss.
My breathing is choppy, and my limbs are shaking.
I thought I could pay him back for teasing me, but the bastard turned the tables on me. Instead of me teasing him, he’s the one teasing me. It’s me who’s kneeling in front of him unable to hang on to control.
“Please…” The word slips out without permission, the neediness clearly audible. I can’t even feel bad about it, the urge to have him fill me, give me the pleasure only he can, too big. “Please, Kade.”
He stares at me for a moment, his gaze intense and calculating, like he’s trying to figure out whether to give in to his baser urges or keep torturing me. “Next time don’t forget to massage my balls, Princess,” he whispers in an ominous promise.
Without giving me a chance to respond, he flips me onto my back, then my stomach, and before I know it, I’m in front of him with my ass
