Taylor closed her eyes and rested her head against the back of the sofa. She was so tired. The past three months had been excruciatingly tense in the legal battle against a huge conglomerate who had used illegal measures to obtain recreational properties in Seattle and Washington DC. She knew she’d win eventually but it was the first time she didn’t feel the satisfied glow at the prospect of victory … especially since she was too scared.
“Which is exactly what we want to know as well.”
Her eyes snapped open. She didn’t lift her head but stared at Zeke with resignation. She should’ve known he’d be too astute not to realize something was chasing her.
“Let’s have this discussion in my office.”
She blinked sideways at Stone’s curt voice and opened her mouth but Zeke didn’t allow her time to protest as he grasped her hand and pulled her up from the sofa.
“Now, Taylor.”
“Just so you know, I’m only going with you because you deserve an explanation. Don’t for one minute believe this is the way our relationship is going to be in the future. I’m not the kind of woman to jump when you snap your fingers, Sinclair—at least not outside of the bedroom.” She had to lengthen her strides to keep up with him as he dragged her after Stone and Peyton. “Let go of my hand, please. I’m willingly following you.”
“You have a tendency to talk too much, snip. You’ll be better off learning to know when to keep your mouth shut.”
“Are you saying there’s no such thing as freedom of speech in Castle Sin? I’ll have you know, Mister High and Mighty, that goes against the … hey!” she gasped as he spun around and walked her back against the wall.
Good lord, that feels deliciously wicked!
She all but swooned as she felt the hard ridge of his cock pressing into the softness of her stomach. Like every time he crowded her, she felt vulnerable and small but damn, did it feel good.
“It seems your cute little mouth is begging for something to shut it up.” The dulcet tones of his voice snuck deep inside her to wrap cozily around the submissive yearning for his powerful Domination. “On your knees.”
There was no way in hell she’d deny him and her knees connected with the hard, wood floor. She wasn’t an innocent in the way of Doms and had an inkling of his intention which excited the hell out of her. Her fingers automatically curled around the outside of his thighs to stabilize herself.
His eyes slitted dangerously. “Did I give you permission to touch me?”
She smiled sweetly and purred, “You never said I’m not allowed to either.”
Zeke was hard pressed to keep his smile at bay. He loved her open defiance and the sweetness of the way she sassed him. It stirred his testosterone like few women had ever managed to do.
He lowered his head to snare her gaze with a startling dove gray look. One that warned her not to overstep his boundaries. The brat inside her perked up excitedly.
“Flap your lips overly much and this is what’s going to happen. I’m not going to repeat this again, so listen carefully, sub. When I tell you on your knees, you’ll unzip my cock and fill your mouth without hesitation.” He pinched her chin and tilted back her head as he leaned closer. “I want a proper throat fuck from you every time, is that clear?”
“As crystal, Sir.” Her eyes twinkled as she unzipped his pants and curled her fingers around his cock immediately jutting against her palm. “Commando? Is it because all the subs here swallow your dick all day long?”
Her ovaries jiggled as his one eyebrow did that sexy crawl upward. It didn’t bother her that her voice portrayed the jealousy at the thought of anyone other than her tasting him on her tongue.
“Get to work.”
Her eyes dropped and her mouth immediately dried up at the sight of the huge shaft she couldn’t wrap her fingers around. Her pussy clenched and she bit back a groan as she felt the telltale wetness pool between her legs.
“Hopefully, I’m going to feel this gorgeous cock of yours pounding my pussy soon, Sir,” she cooed with a throaty laugh as she lifted her eyes to his and leaned forward to wrap her lips around the mushroom shaped tip.
“Master Dragon, little one. Here, I’m Master Dragon.”
Zeke’s breath wheezed from his throat as she pressed forward and in one smooth move, swallowed him down until her lips caressed his crotch. It wasn’t only the unexpectedness of feeling the warmth of her mouth and throat wrap so snugly around his length or the tears running down her cheeks that sealed her fate. It was the way she held his gaze as she began to throat fuck him. The message he read there threatened to undo him. This was what he’d been searching for in a woman. Complete submission with a desire to unleash the protective Dom inside him. But he saw more and it unfurled the desire to be the kind of man she needed. One who understood her need for submission, to be cared for and protected while allowing his feelings to be dominated and controlled as much as she would offer him the same.
A calmness flowed through his soul as he stared into her eyes. The shackles that had kept his heart intact from his eighteenth birthday disintegrated with every spasm of her throat around his shaft, with every blink of her eyes as she struggled to keep her gag reflex at bay. Her lips were spread open to the max to accommodate his girth.
It was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.
“Fuck, little one … you have no idea how sexy it is to watch my cock disappear down your throat.”
He watched as she milked his satin steel length with smooth, long strokes. He was transfixed while she fellated him, his breaths harsh and jagged as he felt the eruptive pivotal tremors begin to unite. The softness of her lips continued to stroke his erection, now swollen, and darkened from her manipulations as she took him deeper into her throat―her eyes absorbing the fullest expression of the carnal lust that plagued his face.
“Fuck, Taylor,” he graveled as her fingers rolled and caressed his scrotum. His loins became more inflamed with every impact of his cock at the back of her throat.
Taylor was visibly blindsided by the feeling of power over his reaction. Her eyes locked on him as she chased the rush, curling her tongue to trace the dark red ramifications that traveled the length of his shaft. Her eyelids flickered as proof that she loved the feel of his satiny strength on her tongue. It was becoming difficult to control his raging lust and not pound her throat.
When she inched closer and clasped her hands behind her back it broke every resolution he ever had to keep his emotions in check. As a Dom trust was key but to offer it in such unconditional gesture was more than he’d expected this early in their relationship. With that one act, she gave him the freedom to take what he wanted, but more than anything, it showed her willingness to have faith in his ability to offer her exactly what she needed.
Guidance to unleash the woman inside her yearning to be taught what pleased him the most.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he rasped as he wrapped his hands around her head and with a grunt, started to fuck her throat. He watched her, learning her reaction with every thrust. He exulted in the long strands of spittle slithering from her lips and the way she opened herself to his possession. The guttural moans rising and veering through her throat at his obvious enjoyment caused a spark of hunger to scorch through him. It was the final trigger that catapulted him over the edge. He let go and ejaculated ropes of cum down her throat. His breathing was haggard as he leaned his forehead against the wall, struggling to bring his body temperature back to normal.