But even if she were naked, I wouldn’t appreciate it.
I tossed my heavy coat on the stand in the walkway and slammed the door behind me, wanting her to know I was there—and I was pissed. I marched into the kitchen, eager to grab her by the hair and push her to her knees. I wanted her to suck me off as a punishment, to let her knees ache against the tiles as she deep-throated me until she choked.
I rounded the corner and stared her down, my expression a formidable storm.
She glanced at me, and as if my threat meant nothing, she continued her work at the stove. “Dinner is almost ready.” She kept her voice steady like there wasn’t any kind of problem.
The more she defied me, the more I wanted to control her.
And that was bad news for her. “Did you take the subway?”
She stirred the pot before she turned off the gas on the stove. The contents simmered with heat, bubbling at the surface. She turned to face me, her hand on her hip and her eyes guarded with steel armor. She wasn’t afraid of me.
But she should’ve been.
“Yes.” She continued her defiant attitude, not wincing or breaking her gaze. “And I’m going to take the subway tomorrow.”
I took a deep breath because I felt my hands shake. An image of me grabbing her by the throat and shoving her into the wall filled my mind. I’d get in her face and command her to obey me, and if she didn’t, there would be consequences. Then she would apologize and call me her master.
I was so fucking hard.
But I couldn’t do that. Not without her explicit permission. “You aren’t taking the subway. Don’t push me, Vanilla.”
“I’ll push you all I like.” She stared me down like a general in the midst of war. Corpses, weapons, and smoke didn’t make her blink an eye. This woman was fearless.
But I was fearless too. I rushed her quicker than she could process, and before she could take a step back, I grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them behind her back. Then I grabbed her by the nape of her neck and shoved her into the living room. When I reached the nearest couch, I threw her on the cushions then pressed her down with my body. My cock was pressed right into her ass, and her wrists were pinned together against her lower back. My hand fisted her hair, keeping her head up.
She tried to fight me but couldn’t wiggle free. “Get the hell off me.”
“No.” I dug my cock into her harder, feeling my blood burn with desire. I hadn’t felt this high in so long. My domination was coming forth, powerful and blinding. It was a drug I was addicted to, and now that I broke my abstinence, it felt so good. “You’re taking the car tomorrow. Do you understand me?”
She bucked her hips and tried to throw me off. “No.”
My mouth went to her ear, and I kissed the shell, breathing hard into her canal. I wasn’t sure if I wanted her to submit or fight. Her resistance was arousing, but the thought of breaking her was a turn-on too. I nipped at her earlobe then brushed my tongue across her opening. “Do you understand me?”
Her body stopped fighting, but she retained her silence. With her hands still pinned to the deep curve in her back, she held her neck up with her strength. Her legs shot out directly underneath her, her heels still on. She breathed hard but didn’t say a single word.
“Vanilla, answer me. And give me the right answer.” I undid my slacks and pulled my boxers down until my cock was free. Lubrication leaked from the tip. A drop bubbled before it fell onto her black skirt.
She didn’t fight me anymore, but she didn’t want to surrender. Every bone in her body screamed against the loss. But she knew she had to submit. She had to let me win. Because if she didn’t, this battle would continue forever. “Yes.”
Fire burned deep inside my gut before it reached every limb and every nerve. Victory tasted so good, and the visit to my dominance was unbelievably thrilling. I had the control. I had the authority. It was like being reunited with a very close friend. “Yes, what?”
Her voice came out as a whisper. “I understand.”
I yanked her skirt up to her stomach and pulled her thong aside. My hands still pinned her wrists down even though she wasn’t fighting me anymore, and my cock slid into her opening and was greeted by her sheer wetness.
Fuck yeah.
It was still a tight fit despite all the fucking we did over the weekend, and I had to slowly sink into her until my shaft was completely sheathed. My hand never released her wrists. I loved her pinned down like this, submitting to me because she knew she lost this battle. I was her king, and she needed to bow to me.
I pressed my mouth to her ear and thrust into her, feeling her tiny pussy resist my thick intrusion. With every movement, I felt like I was home. This was my place, where I claimed her to be mine and mine alone. No other man had ever marked the territory. I conquered it.