“Arrrgh! You are so infuriating! You know what I mean. I don’t need any man. I call the shots in my life, Dom. I do. Not you. And not anyone else.”
“You’re right. Not anyone else, except me. You and your fucking mouth, Sienna. So dirty. You need another lesson tonight? Huh, baby? That what you want? I can be down with that. Tell me what you need.”
“Dom, you are driving me nuts. Get over yourself!”
“Baby, I’m goin’ to get over you. Right, the fuck, now. Because I know that you are wet as the ocean right now—I can smell you. And it is time you learned what benefits there are for you when you finally admit that it is me that you want and need. And that you like it when I take control.”
My mouth dropped open in shock. This man had a way of twisting everything around. He was fucking brilliant. And I was fucked.
He palmed the nape of my neck and guided me to the private rooms. And all of the Storm guys, who had apparently been enjoying the show, were chuckling, and some even clapped as we made our way back. And my stupid heart was beating loud with the pounding music.
And, goddamnit, my feet skipped along behind him.
Chapter Six
Dom
As far as I was concerned, Sienna had earned herself a good long lesson in giving up control. I was really looking forward to this. To be honest, I’d been looking forward to this for a really long time. The club no-hands rule made it tough on guys like me. Totally understandable, and the girls needed the rule in order to be safe, so mine was hardly an arguable position. Still, my body craved the ability to finally take over Sienna’s. Last night had been a necessary and excellent first step. Tonight would make things a hell of a lot more clear to her. I was finally gonna get to teach her how things would be. To the advantage of both of us. Finally.
The door shut and clicked behind her, and I once again caged her against it, hitting the Occupied button in the process.
“You gotta learn, baby doll, that you are not calling the shots. I say what, and I say when. You do as you’re told, and you keep your trap shut unless I ask you a direct question. And when I do, you answer it. Got it?”
“What the fu—”
“It’s a yes-or-no question, babe. You got it?”
Her eyes widened, and she paused before answering. “Well, yes, the fuck, sir,” she answered belligerently. And obediently. I smirked.
“Good. Lose the pasties.”
She peeled them off her nipples quickly, tossing them to the floor without concern, then put her hands on her hips. Her feet were a little spread with most of her weight on one foot; she rolled the other around, as if stretching it in boredom. Her chin was a tipped down slightly, and she eyed me through her lashes. Damn, she was sassing me without even using that mouth.
“Now the panties.”
She semi-smiled, turned her back to me, hooked her fingers in the strings at her sides, and bent down straight from her hips, giving me a phenomenal show of her gorgeous ass and her pussy as she gracefully stepped out of the G-string. She twisted a bit to the side, arched her back, and rose again with her chest pushed out the whole time. This woman knew her trade and excelled at it. Fucking hot, all the time. My cock was painfully hard.
I eyed the room, seeing what angles were going to work best. With a quick lift of my chin, I stepped over to the couch and pulled it forward, so it stuck out into the center of the room, one side now against the wall but the other in the open space. “Lay on top of the back, head closer to the wall. I want one foot on the seat cushion, keep the other one of top of the back. Arms above your head.” She’d have to work to keep her balance.
She saw the challenge, tilted her chin, and smoothly assumed the horizontal position. It thrust her chest up; holding on to the seatback, her breasts were on display. I still had only a limited view of her pussy; she had what looked to be a sweet Brazilian, topped with a small triangle of soft hair.
“Spread your knees, wide.”
She looked at me a moment, gauging how to play this, but ultimately obeyed.
“Good girl.”
Her eyes flashed in annoyance. I had to suppress a grin. Pissing her off was so easy, and so fun, and she was just as gorgeous angry as happy, so either way it worked out well for me. Plus, making her mad would probably also make her nasty mouth shoot off again, which also didn’t hurt my plans for her. She’d learn soon enough.
I walked over to her side, behind the couch, resting my hands on her ribs just under her breasts. I used my fingers to bring them up together against the gravity, recreating her natural cleavage. My thumbs tweaked her nipples, which were already hardened nubs, just waiting for more attention. I leaned down and bit one, hard and fast, then sucked it into my mouth and rolled my tongue over it. Sienna gasped and arched her back, her body begging for more. From this position, I could smell her desire emanating from her wet core. It washed over my senses, and my nostrils flared.