And I take what I need, whatever that may be in the moment.
Most moments, it’s nothing more than satisfying a physical urge, first for my partner and then for me.
This isn’t that.
Not by a long shot.
My entire being engages, driving not for a satisfying fuck with a woman who’s name I won’t remember in the morning.
Hell no.
That’s not what this is about.
I’m going for complete domination, a joining of souls. I aim to sear my essence into every piece of Maria’s mind, body, and soul. She’ll never want another man after me.
That’s my goal, and she’s already done that to me.
I’m irrevocably tied to her. Now, it’s my turn to show her why she belongs to me.
My days of playing the field and sowing my oats stopped the moment I tumbled into the sapphire depths of her turbulent gaze. My protective instincts flared, roaring to life in an explosion of possession and need I was helpless to evade.
“What about a shower?” Maria clings to me as I march toward her bed.
“Oh, you’ll need a shower after I’m done with you.”
I settle Maria on her feet at the foot of the bed.
“Why am I suddenly terrified?” Maria’s cheeks are two shades past the pretty pink of her usual blushes.
“Because I’m about to erase the memories of all the men who came before me and ruin you for any man but me from here on out.” I point to her pretty blouse, the one I’ve wanted to remove all night. “Take off your blouse.”
She nibbles her lower lip, hesitating. It’s cute seeing her turn from the sultry vixen, tearing off my shirt, to this shy creature standing in front of me.
I shake my head and deepen my voice to a rumbling growl. “Don’t test me, princess. Second rule …”
Her eyes widen and her pupils dilate. Those rosebud lips of hers part as she gets ready to say something. I place my finger over her lips and give another shake of my head.
“All I want you to do is feel. No words. Understood?”
It’s a bold move, one that will wildly succeed or fail horribly. Despite her mention of having a list, I don’t get the vibe she’s really into the whole dominant/submissive game, but I’m willing to test her limits.
Maria slowly nods. Her lips press together, showing me she’s at least willing to explore some limits.
“Now, as for that second rule. No hesitation.”
“No hesitation?” Her left brow quirks up. “What does that mean?”
“You do as I say without hesitation.”
Her chin trembles and her shoulders roll back in defiance, but she doesn’t challenge me.
“If you’re not up for it, you don’t hesitate to tell me no. I’ll readjust with no judgment. I’ll never be upset with the truth, and you can’t disappoint me. It’s perfectly okay to say no. Is that understood?”
Her eyes shimmer. Women are emotional creatures I don’t fully understand, and her tears slam into me like a physical force. A sucker punch to the gut, I stagger with her vulnerability and what we’re about to do.
It’s not about sex.
This is an emotional moment for us both. Yes, we’re going to fuck—several times if I have my way—but this isn’t about physical release and bodily pleasure.
This is about us becoming one.
I fold Maria into my embrace and marvel at my body’s response. My dick is hard, harder than it’s ever been. My heart races, excited for what comes next. My blood surges through my body, setting up every nerve for action.
I feel Maria deep within me, becoming a part of me. All her emotions swirl and tangle with mine, joining together where they dance and twirl and weave into something too complex for words.
“Maria,” I lean back, “is that understood?” I can’t move forward if she doesn’t answer.
“Understood.” Her lower lip quivers. Nearly imperceptible, it’s there, nonetheless.
“Good.” I release her and take two steps back. “Now, about that blouse.” I deepen my voice, using vocal registers below a growl. “Take it off.”
I could take it off myself. I considered it, but I want Maria to reveal herself to me. It would be too easy for me to lose control, and I’m barely holding on as it is. Every primal instinct inside me tells me to grab, rut, and claim.
I’ll do that … eventually.
But I’m not rushing our first time.
Maria glances down at her blouse, then peeks up at me, fluttering those phenomenal lashes of hers. The ring on her finger glitters in the light and I hate it.
I hate the pretense behind it—the lie it stands for. I hate that something fake glitters on her finger where there should be something of mine in its place.
And that’s when I realize how far I’ve fallen. I stagger back as Maria releases the first of far too many buttons.
She looks up at me and our gazes crash together, tumbling about as our breaths deepen and our mutual arousal floods the space between us.
“All of them …” Another low growl rumbles outward from my chest. I want to push further. A natural dominant, I’m used to controlling every facet of sex with a woman.
But I take my cues from Maria.
What I find is I’m slowly losing the battle to stay in control. All I want is to lunge forward, rip the offending fabric from her body, and enter her in one ravaging thrust. My mind swirls as my thoughts become muddy and my instincts struggle against my restraint.
To rut. To fuck. To claim. To take.
“Faster.” My word comes out forcibly, an order she jumps to obey.
Her fingers flutter as the last of the buttons let go. Her chest heaves, deep breaths lift and lower the creamy swell of her breasts which makes it hard to swallow against the sudden lump in my throat.
“The bra.” My fingers curl into fists as I struggle to contain myself.
Maria obeys immediately. She reaches behind her, doing what I should do, and the clasp of her bra releases. Holding her arms over her chest, the satin and lace of her bra stays in place, infuriating me.
“Drop it.” I take half a step toward her, fingers tightening into fists as my need becomes intolerable.
The left shoulder strap of her bra slips off her shoulder. I ache to close the distance between us to kiss her creamy skin, but I resist. I know what I want, and patience is required.
I glare when she hesitates and growl low in the back of my throat. Then I rip off my shirt and toss it to the ground, demanding she bare herself to me as I bare my body to her.
“All of it.” Another throaty growl escapes me. My cock throbs painfully as more blood races to fill it. “Unless you want me to tear it to shreds …” I let my words trail off, letting her fill in what might happen next.
It’s no secret. I’ll lunge forward, obliterating the space between us, then I’ll rip and shred her clothing until she’s naked and mine.
Maria jumps, startled by my words, but she hastily complies. The bra flutters to the floor as she stands with her arms crossed in front of her.
I won’t have that.
“Hands by your side, princess. Push those perky tits out where I can see them.”
A moment passes while she wars with her inner demons. She’s a proud and fiercely independent woman. While not against surrendering control during sex, it’s not something that comes naturally. I love that I get to witness her inner struggle and the result that follows.