She thought the only way she might persuade him not to take her there was if she admitted she needed to feel him mount her and fuck her pussy into oblivion. Stroking her back channel, he was gentle, and the sensations he was causing were not totally unpleasant. What surprised her was, even though not being directly pleasured, her pussy responded to his ministrations and began to pulse.
“I’ve found using a woman’s bottom hole can greatly increase her ability to behave and to do as she’s told. Do you want me to stop?”
“Yes. No. Please. I don’t know,” she said, her words catching as her shame at enjoying his touch in that forbidden place threatened to overwhelm her. Damian had never touched her there.
“Would you rather get up on your knees on the bed and present your pussy to me to fuck?”
“Yes,” she whispered, surrendering.
She silently vowed to fight him another day. Right now, she wanted nothing more than to feel him inside her, plowing her from behind and pleasuring them both. All of her nerve endings were alight with desire, everything intensifying as her senses were wide open. Noah removed his finger and released her legs, and she remained in place. Taking off his shirt, he wiped his hand clean on it, then tossed it into the corner of the small room.
“That’s my good girl. You stay where I put you until I tell you otherwise.” He offered her his hand. “Up you get and offer yourself to me.”
At that moment, Zara had never hated or needed anyone more in her life. She climbed up on the bed, remaining on her knees as her hair fell forward, covering her face. The bed sprang back up when he stood. The sound of his zipper being lowered inflamed her already amplified state of arousal.
Noah reached under her with both hands to heft the weight of her breasts, pinching her nipples, causing her to squeal, then brought his strong hands up her sides. He placed one on the nape of her neck, urging her upper body down against the mattress. When he removed his hand, and she tried to rise, he swatted her painful backside with his other hand, then once more gently forced her upper torso down.
Zara was caught between wanting to assert herself and desperately needing this man to dominate and possess her in a way far surpassing what she had ever experienced. The bulbous head of his cock probed between her legs, seeking her heated core. Once he found it, Noah grasped her hips to hold her steady and rammed himself to the end of her sheath with a great groan, causing her to shudder and her pussy to quiver as she climaxed and cried out for him again.
He chuckled. “Now, that’s my very good girl. Coming for me as I mount you before I even tell you to or fuck you properly will go a long way to getting you out of trouble with me.”
He held her fast as he thrust in and out. Zara couldn’t seem to find a way to resist him. All she could do was tremble at his touch, her entire body shivering in response to his commanding possession. When she tried to get up so she could lean on her forearms, Noah released one hip and delivered a stinging blow to her derriere, then ran that same hand up her spine and pressed against her neck to gently force her back down.
“Get out of position again, and I’ll use your bottom hole instead of your pussy to take my pleasure,” he growled. “And you don’t want that, now do you, sweetheart.”
“No,” she cried.
“Don’t get me wrong, at some point in the not too distant future, I’m going to fuck that sweet ass and make you like it, but tonight, I just want to plow your pussy. God, you feel good,” he moaned.
Zara ceased trying to put up a token fight as he pumped his hips against her well-punished ass. Each time he bumped her with his pelvis, his cock shoved all the way to its hilt inside her. Zara was certain the tip touched her cervix. He grunted and groaned as he pummeled her core. His cock was large and filled her completely, the textures of his manhood registering as they skimmed along the walls of her heated sheath. There wasn’t any place he didn’t fill and rub as he stroked.
Noah thrust with incredible power. Each time he drove inside her, he reignited some of the sting spread across her backside, and she tried to inch forward. All that earned her was another hard swat before he grasped her at the juncture where the back of her neck met the top of her shoulder and held her in place, making sure she understood he was in charge and she would stay where he wanted when he was using her. She wanted to think of it that way, that he was using her, but couldn’t, and even if he was, she wanted him to. While it was true, he was in complete and total control of their coupling, he seemed to take great pleasure in providing her with as much or more pleasure than she had ever dreamed she was capable of, intent on wringing as many orgasms out of her as possible. He was right—he knew more than one way to dominate a woman. She screamed into the bedding as she came again. Noah stroked her harder and faster, his cock swelling before he held her tight and unloaded waves of creamy cum in her pussy.
“God, yes!” he called as she pulsed all along his length.
He remained hard up against her ass with his rod sheathed deeply inside her as it took a moment to catch their breath. Finally, he withdrew and rocked up off the bed. Zara stayed in position, not wanting to give him an excuse to swat her again.
“Up you get,” he said, reaching for her hand to help her.
“Let go of me,” she seethed, trying to jerk away, her anger returning to the forefront.
The chuckle that came in response was infuriating. She wasn’t so stupid to think she could outfight a man like Noah, but she really would have given anything to have been able to punch him in the nose.
“Settle down, Zara. Let’s go take a shower and have something to eat.”
“No. You want a shower, go take one. I’m fine just the way I am.”
“Naked and smelling of having been fucked by me? While I admit I find it enticing and intoxicating, I want you where I can see you. Come on, sweetheart.”
He offered her his hand, and she batted it away. She knew the gesture was childish, but she couldn’t seem to help herself. He shook his head and once more fisted her hair before stalking off to the small bath, forcing her to follow. Once inside, he closed and locked the door.
“Let me out,” she said angrily.
“Knock it off, Zara. Behave yourself, or after we’re through in here, I’ll give you a lesson in humbling I think you badly need.”
“I hate you.”
“Really? Seemed to me as I was fucking you, and you kept climaxing, it wasn’t hate you were feeling.”
“Provoking a physical response from me doesn’t negate how much I loathe you.”
“Loathe? Well, aren’t we the fancy writer?” he teased.
He retained his iron grip around her wrist and adjusted the shower. Once he had it where he wanted, he removed his jeans. As he stepped in, she leaned down and bit his hand.
“You nasty-tempered bitch!” he said as he dragged her under the hot, cascading water.
The water was amazing. With just the right heat and intensity, it felt good after all he’d put her through today. Zara closed her eyes and enjoyed the relaxing spray. Her eyes flew open, and she almost jumped out of her skin when he began washing her body with a soapy bath sponge and a gentle, sensual touch. It was all she could do to keep from purring under his ministrations. Once he had them both clean, he turned off the water and pulled her out, then dried them both.