“Stop,” he says when he pulls away just enough to allow him to speak words that won’t get lost inside my mouth. “Stop all that talk, right now. I didn’t realize you were so fragile. So… breakable.”
“So weak, you mean.”
He reaches down and pinches my ass. Hard. I squeal and try and pull away but his embrace constricts me so we are breast to chest. His hand leaves my ass and cups the back of my neck.
“I said stop.” This time his tone is not soft. “And when I say stop, you obey that fucking command at all times. I don’t use it often, but I refuse to listen to this bullshit spewing out of your mouth. Just because I find you attractive doesn’t mean I want to abuse you or that I see you as weak because I think you might be willing to submit. It does mean I find you irresistible. That I’d like to explore our sexuality together. That I’d like to own your body, even if only for a short period of time.”
My heart pounds again. Ball in my court, right? What the hell do I say? “I don’t understand what any of that means.”
“I know,” he says, and then he kisses me gently again to calm me down. “I know. I see that now. So I’ll teach you. If you agree to submit, I will teach you.”
Chapter Ten
#OscarWinningPrick
THIS girl is a mess. A total mess. Oh, everything about her on the outside is the complete deal. She’s just the right height. Not too tall, but tall enough to make holding her next to my six-foot-two frame feel like she belongs to me. Her hair is the most perfect shade of blonde mixed with darker brown strands, and it falls down her back and flutters against her bare shoulders in a way that makes me wonder what it would feel like dragging across my chest as she sits astride me during sex. Her eyes are a pale blue mixed with flecks of green. It’s dark now, so I can’t see them well. But they were the first thing I noticed when she looked at me out on the lazy river today. The sun made them sparkle with mischief and passion.
But this girl, confronted with my desire to have her, is falling to pieces right before my eyes. Her past is suspicious and parts of it are missing. And her sudden self-loathing and low self-worth is at odds to the woman portrayed in the background check. I know she’s hiding something, but right now she still thinks her secrets are safe. So I’ll play along to get what I want.
“I asked you a question, Grace. Will you agree to my terms?”
Her eyes are darting around, looking at anything but me. She begins with a shake of her head, her answer, a no for sure, on the tip of her tongue.
I stop her before she can start and take my hand to her throat, wrapping it around the smooth skin of her neck in such a way that I can feel her pulse. “Do you like to be choked during sex, Grace?”
“What?” she gasps.
“Choked,” I say as I palm her a little more forcefully. She swallows against my hand and I almost come right there. Her fear is a turn-on, I won’t deny it.
“No,” she says, her words vibrating against my skin. I pull back, but she places her hand on mine and keeps it pressed against her, the throbbing of her heartbeat even more pronounced now. “I don’t want to be choked. But…” She looks up at me and swallows again. My cock grows harder in response as I wait for her words. “But I like the thought of being choked.”
I relax and let out a sigh. Then a chuckle. “You kinky bitch.” I lean down and kiss her again, my tongue pushing against hers as my hand remains against her windpipe. “I can do that, Grace. I won’t hurt you. You will trust me and always know that I won’t hurt you. But if you like to be scared, I can do that. Is that what you like?”
“No, not scared. I’m not—”
Her words stop abruptly because my hand slips between her legs and my fingers pry her underwear away from her pussy and seek out her folds. She is so wet. “That’s my answer right there, baby. I will always be able to tell if you’re enjoying the way I arouse you with my fingers. You like this, don’t you? You’re dirty, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she squeaks out as my fingers continue to play with her, rubbing against her opening, then sweeping back to her ass.
“Would you like my cock in your ass, Grace?”
“I don’t know.”
“Have you ever had anal sex?’
“No.”
Oh, fuck me. “I will be your first then. If you agree.” My finger leaves the hard bud of her ass and sweeps forward to touch her clit. She moans as I palm her whole pussy. “Won’t I, Grace? You will let me fuck you in the ass? Me and no one else?”