OWN HER: A Dark Mafia Romance(74)

“You like that, you naughty girl? You like a little bite? You want more?”



“Yessss…” She bucked her hips up, trying to get me to give her pussy some attention, too.



“Don’t move.” I pressed my palm on her lower abdomen, pushing her back down flat on the couch back. “Who’s in charge here?”



She didn’t answer. She was starting to get the picture, and her mind was fighting it.



“I asked you a question, Sienna. Who’s in charge of this situation?”



Again, she refused to respond. But her eyes were shooting daggers at me, so I could see she was processing the situation, and she wasn’t all in favor.



I shifted and bit her other nipple, sucked and licked at it, as I massaged both breasts for several moments. It brought her focus back to her body, and again she arched her back, this time giving in with a moan. I kept it up longer, going back and forth between her breasts, massaging them both roughly, nipping lightly, sucking, biting hard and fast, licking and twisting.



She began to pant, almost keening.



I finally pulled back, standing tall over her again, pressing flat her bucking hips. “You see how good I am to you? But I told you to stop moving. So stop, the fuck, moving. Who. Is. In. Charge?”



Again, no answer.



“You want more? This is not the way to get it. Baby, you gotta learn to play by my rules. On your knees. Now.”



Her eyes widened, and I could sense her immediate suspicion and fear. It was obvious she thought I meant for her to give me a blow job, and she didn’t want to do it like this. Couldn’t say I blamed her; she didn’t understand yet.



I dropped my tone even lower. “I said, on your knees, Sienna. Right here.” I cupped the nape of her neck, raised her up to her feet, and eased her down in the open space until she was kneeling at my side. Then I took both her shoulders in my hands and eased her back to sit on her heels. Her eyes flicked quickly to mine, now getting that there was no BJ on the immediate horizon. But she still wasn’t totally following the plot.



“Sit up, Sienna, straight. I wanna see those gorgeous breasts. Keep your knees spread, so when you drip you can’t do anything about it. I want you to feel the air. I want you open to me. Keep your back arched and your chin tucked down. Arms behind your back, hands holding opposite elbows. You getting the picture now, baby?”



“Your name is taking on new meaning, Dom.”



“Ah, finally, she gets it. Very good. Tell me how you feel.”



“Uncomfortable.”



“Liar. Don’t lie. It’s not uncomfortable. Tell me how this position makes you feel.”



Silence. She was weighing her options. This woman had such issues with control. I could understand it, but no way was I going to stand for it. She needed to release, and she would do it for me. And then I’d get my answers, I’d get my piece—and she’d get hers—and everybody would feel a whole lot better.



“Okay, Sienna. You wanna play it like that? Then stay in this position. Do not fucking move. And think about your answer.”



I moved away from her, stripping outta my MC kutte and pulling my T-shirt over my head, tossing them both onto the arm of the couch. Then, giving her a little show, I moved the couch back to the wall so it was in its original position, and I sat down on it facing her. I had my knees out with my feet on the floor, wearing only my old faded jeans with a black leather belt, and my black biker boots with the silver rings and studs. I could see her eyes focused on my body, and I knew she liked what she saw. I was a big guy—tall, broad shoulders, heavy muscle, very little fat. I spent a good amount of time working out, liking the feel of my own strength, and I was proud of my body and confident in its use. That women drooled over it—that was gravy. That Sienna couldn’t take her eyes off my chest, six-pack, and V—that was just awesome.



I leaned back on the couch, relaxing under her hooded gaze, watching her eyes. As she sat there, naked, breasts on fucking display and legs wide open, I ran my hand down my chest, over my abs, drifting slowly to my belt buckle, and I slowly—slowly—started to undo it, slipping the overlay out from the belt loops, pulling it back to release the buckle, and finally sliding the buckle off the opposite end of the belt. I undid the top button of my jeans, which were doing nothing but getting tighter by the moment, showing off the bulge of my hard cock. I was big there, too, and I wasn’t trying to hide it. Sienna licked her lower lip, her eyes glued to my hidden package.



“What are you thinking about, Sienna? What are you supposed to be thinking about? Do you remember?” I asked her, not even expecting an answer this time. No way did she remember. She was totally focused on me and my body.