He longed to have her naked, either on her knees or her belly—nothing but submissive sexual positions for his little kitten. He might occasionally allow her to be fucked on her back, but only if she’d been a very good girl. She needed to know who was in charge in all things—sexual and other. His cock had been straining against his fly since he’d picked her up off the ground by the Thames. None of the women she’d written for him had been anything other than a quick, hard fuck, but Sage was something altogether different. He wanted her in a way he had wanted no other. His cock throbbed all along his length, sending pulses down to his rock-hard balls—balls he meant to empty into her wet heat.
Wildfire followed his fingers as they trailed down her body through the neat patch covering her mons. The instant he touched her clit, it felt as though fireworks were released within her system, feeling the heat and seeing their colors dancing before her eyes. He circled her clit, teasing, then brought his hand back to give it a hard pinch. She gasped, not sure if she felt pleasure or pain.
The knuckles of his other hand rasped against her backside as he unbuttoned his jeans.
Who wore button-fly jeans in the twenty-first century? No one she knew. No, whispered a little voice. Not no one… Roark—but he was a character in her book. This guy looked exactly like she had always seen him in her head and had described him, and he acted like Roark, except for the whole Daddy thing—but that wasn’t possible. Roark was someone she had created… a figment of her imagination. Or was he? the voice whispered again. Shut up! No one knew Roark was actually every hope, every dream, every fantasy she’d ever had rolled into one.
Not true. Like yourself, you hide Roark’s true nature behind a strong, arrogant façade, but in your heart of hearts, you know the truth. You long for a man who will take you in hand, bend you to his will, yet cherish your heart and want to take care of you.
But no one knows, she argued with the voice.
He does, it said, drifting away.
Feeling him open his fly, freeing his cock and nudging it between her painful butt cheeks, she caught her breath and bit her lip. He shifted his hips, slipping his enormous cock between her legs, angling it toward the opening to her core. She tried clenching her thighs, but his sharp slap to her backside surprised her and she widened her stance. The smooth, uncut head of his cock slid along her soaked slit until he found her entrance.
“You’re going to come when Daddy mounts you, aren’t you? Do you understand me, little girl?” he said in a voice part growl, part purr, and completely seductive.
Sage could do nothing more than nod, moan, and lean more heavily against the wall as she felt him poised and ready to strike. His cock slid along the petals of her sex, gliding into the wetness he bared when he spread her labia. She groaned when she felt that first nudge that lodged him against her heated core. Shuddering, her entire body focused on what was about to occur—something that shouldn’t happen, that couldn’t be happening… yet it was.
Every nerve ending, every synapse, fired at an accelerated rate, and she worried the flames of desire would consume her, but she didn’t care. She was strung as tightly as a bow readied to fire an arrow targeted for her molten hub. She wanted him to surge forward, to impale her on his shaft. She needed him to fuck her. Didn’t he understand that? Couldn’t he sense that?
He swatted her again.
“I asked if you understood me.”
She nodded. Another painful strike to her backside. She inhaled deeply, trying to keep from crying. God, she needed him—she needed him to fuck her. Why didn’t he know that?
“Answer me, little girl,” he said, tugging her clit and rubbing the end of his cock all around her slick labia.
“I understand,” she mewled, hating the sound of her own voice.
“Better. Now say ‘Daddy’s going to make me come when he mounts me.’”
Before he could spank her again, she said in a rush, the words tumbling out in a jumble, “Daddy’s going to make me come when he mounts me.” She didn’t think that was possible and was still having trouble processing everything that was taking place, but he knew and did… better than any scene she’d ever written.
Without another word, Roark—she now knew, inexplicably, it was him—drove into her, surging forward in a single, powerful thrust that filled her to capacity and beyond. His length and girth stretched her in a way she’d never known before. She hadn’t believed it was possible to orgasm just from the act of being mounted and possessed by a dominant man. Sage screamed and collapsed against the mantle, barely able to stand.
Roark stroked so deep and hard, every inch of her sheath felt his commanding presence as he hammered her pussy and ravaged her inner walls. She felt torn apart by his mounting and her resulting orgasm. He tightened his hold, and instinctively, she knew it wasn’t to help her. He wanted to hold her in place while he fucked her. The pressure from his shaft pummeling her was overwhelming, and she climaxed again.
Sage tried to catch her breath to re-establish her equilibrium, but he wouldn’t have it. He was in complete control, and she knew he was making that point. She barely had
