I started to flip over so I could see his face but the hand on my back flattened and pressed me into the mattress.
“Got a craving to suck your sweet pussy from behind until you melt all over my tongue,” he said, then sucked my earlobe into his mouth, releasing it with a sharp nip of his teeth. “Be a good girl and stay still for your Dom.”
God, I’d missed that.
Almost a month without that strong voice in my ear, those firm words summoning the submissive from the depths of my soul. I was wet from his first word.
“Yes, Lion,” I breathed more than spoke as he shifted over top of me, one of his strong arms visible and clenched deliciously as he slowly lowered his weight and then slid down my body to lay himself between my parted legs.
He swatted my ass sharply and ordered, “Hands and knees. Tilt those hips and show me that gorgeous cunt.”
I slid my knees under me and practically purred as I arched my back deeply, my ass a high steep, my legs parted for him to worship at the altar of my pussy.
He bent his head and prayed.
I groaned as his hot mouth met my pussy, as he tongued my clit and fingered my cunt until I was thrusting wantonly back on his lips.
“Please,” I begged, so close to coming that I was scratching and clenching at the sheets with desperate fists. “Let me come.”
He pulled away, ignoring my groan, and sat on the edge of the bed. I glared at him as he patted his thigh and ordered, “Climb on, but don’t touch me.”
“You bastard,” I hissed, my pussy throbbing so violently I knew it would take only one touch to my clit to set me off.
“You make one wrong move, I’ll cuff you, Rosie,” Danner drawled lazily.
“Fuck you,” I ground out between my clenched teeth.
His chuckle was a soft, dark rope he bound around my neck. “You’ll do as I say, or I won’t fuck you.”
My thighs quivered as I straddled him, balanced precariously just above his thick shaft but careful not to touch the hot crown with my slick center.
That was the game.
Do not move.
Not one inch.
Not even when his rough fingers lashed out to twist my nipples and pull at them like taffy.
Not even when one hand cracked loudly, painfully against my ass and I had to brace my aching legs to keep from falling out of position and into his perfectly carved torso.
Not even when my wetness slid from between my thighs and began to drip down his shaft in an obscene display of want that made me whimper and moan and fucking ache to feel that wide shaft split my swollen folds in two and power straight to the end of my cunt.
He spanked me sharply once again but kept his hand on the hot flesh, kneading strongly so that the ache deepened and spread straight into my pussy.
“Don’t. You. Fucking. Move,” he ordered me again and even though his face was composed, I could see the hot storm thrashing behind his jungle green eyes.
His thumb slid over my cheek into the sweat-dampened crease of my ass and as he leaned forward to take one of my nipples between his teeth, he reminded me, “Not one fucking inch.”
And then he drove his thumb into my ass and two fingers into my pulsing center and I detonated all around him, coming all over his teasing cock like I was a tropical rainstorm burst forth from the clouds.
Through it all, I barely moved. I held my muscles so taut they burned and sweat rolled down my body in waves. The only concession I allowed myself was closing my eyes. It was impossible to absorb the impact of Danner’s fingers in my body and stare into his glowing green eyes. It was too easy to read into the possession there, to know it meant so much more beyond sex and kink.
My fragile heart, new born from the ashes of the one before, spasmed painfully at the sight.
So, I closed my eyes and kept them closed until the tempest passed and I was a weak, straining mass straddled over him.
“Look at me.”
I shivered lightly at the heaviness of his order, as the words rasped over my oversensitive skin. He was staring at me under lowered brows, his eyes so intense that I nearly flinched.
“Spectacular,” he offered me, but he didn’t look satisfied.
“I didn’t move,” I defended.
One golden brow rose. “Didn’t you?”
“I’ve got the shaking thighs to prove it! I was still as a fucking statue,” I said, anger and shame swirling in my gut.
I wanted to please him, and I was pissed that I hadn’t and even more pissed that I cared so much.
Strong, independent woman, I tried to remind myself.
“You closed your eyes. I could have forgiven you for falling out of position but closing your eyes… ah, Harleigh Rose, you took away the one thing I won’t do without.”
He watched my mouth fall into a trembling pout. His thumb swept the full lower lip and his eyes flashed as I curled my tongue, sucking it into my mouth. I was so eager to please him, to rectify my mistake that tears stung the backs of my eyes. I wanted to beg him to forgive me, to let me make it right.
“Shh,” he hushed me because he was my Dom, he knew how shaky my emotional state was after a scene, after I had let him down. “You can make it up to me.”
“Yeah?” I pressed myself against his iron-plated chest, my hand to his freshly healed stab wound, and licked the curve of his left ear. “Tell me.”
“Ride me hard like the wild thing you are and make me come.”
Instantly I reached down for his obscenely long cock, placed it at my entrance and slammed down, taking him to the root.
He tipped his head back and groaned long and low then swatted my ass. “Show me how much you love my cock.”
So, I did.
I used my teeth and lips at his mouth and throat, my hands clasped for leverage over his good shoulder so I could buck, gyrate and roll over his straining shaft until his thighs were shaking his fingers were hard around my hips, urging me forward.
“Faster,” he demanded, slapping my ass with series of quick, stinging hits that spurred me on and broke me open.
I came all over his cock, my cunt clenching so hard it triggered his own orgasm as he groaned it into my mouth, kissing me until we both needed breath.
“That’s my good girl,” he muttered into my damp chest, soothing a hand over my red ass.
I hummed my agreement, lazy with satisfaction, completely content to know that I was safe with my man, my dad was sleeping in the other room and I’d see my family later that day. It felt worth it, every single thing I’d had to go through to get to that moment, and the feeling was so beautiful it bloomed like a prize rose in my chest.
“I’m quittin’ the force,” Danner said into the silence.
I jerked in shock then leaned back to look into his face. “Excuse me?”
His eyes were serious, but he bit the edge of a teasing grin. “Realized recently I’m not as good as I thought I was, and I’m okay with that. Besides, I want to move back to Entrance with you and there’s no way in hell I’m gonna be on my father’s police force.”
“What’re you gonna do?” I asked, unable to conceive of any reality where Danner was not a cop.
He grinned and pushed my hair back behind one ear. “Gonna open a private investigations firm.”
Except for that. That suited him just fine.
“Oh my god, you’re going to be a killer P.I.,” I told him. “Will you fuck me over your desk?”