Dropping my head back, I slowly begin to stroke and play with my cock the way Scarlett does during foreplay, and I’m transported into the memory of our first time.
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“This is our third date, and I swear we’re going to have to start having at-home dates if you can’t control your jealousy,” Scarlett playfully scolds me as we enter my penthouse. I’m behind her, my fist balled in my pocket with rage-induced lust. Tonight, I went to take a call from a post-op client with complications and came back to find a man in my seat, trying to seduce Scarlett into a date.
My jealousy hit a new high, knowing no bounds. I nearly ripped that man from the seat by his throat and threw money down on the table, took Scarlett by her hand, and brought us here.
“Gideon? Hello? You basically went full caveman mode. I wasn’t going to give the poor man my number. Why would I do that, when I have you as my date?”
“I don’t want to be a fucking date,” I growl, and within two strides, I’m on her. Cupping her face, I claim her lips with such ferocity it has her stumbling, losing her footing, but I catch her with one arm around her waist. At first, she stiffens, as if she can’t tell if she wants to fight it or give into it, confused by my sudden attack on her. But when I bite her lip and soothe the skin with my tongue, I feel her go limp in my arms and kiss me back with mirrored want.
Moaning, she pushes her breasts into my chest, her spine curving over my arm, and I take advantage, letting my hand roam. Reaching down, I put my palm on the back of her thigh, just under the dress she wore tonight. Slowly, savoring the feel of each smooth inch of skin, I go under her dress. When my hand reaches her ass, I squeeze it so damn hard I’m convinced my handprint will forever stay marked there.
“Mmm,” she moans into the kiss. The battle of our tongues is still going strong.
Reaching between her legs, that’s when I feel it. She isn’t wearing any panties. No, she went without, and that only fuels my jealousy. Who is this woman, and what is she trying to do to me—kill me?
Finding her wet slit, I play with the smooth lips, and this breaks our connection as she throws her head back, crying out.
“Oh, Gideon! Please.”
I smile devilishly. Her moans are better than I could have ever anticipated or imagined.
“Please what? What do you want, baby?”
“You. God. I want you. I can’t stop wanting you. I don’t want anyone but you. Touch me. Please,” she cries, unashamed.
“You want me to taint you? Take you? Ruin you? Fucking own you, baby?” I play with her clit, and she shivers, jerking back. Gripping my shoulders, she peers up at me. Her eyes are dilated, our bodies ready to take and give, take and give. “You don’t understand what this means. This is your last chance. You give me you, and you don’t get her back, Scarlett. I will own you. You run, I’ll follow. You try to leave, I’ll convince you to stay. You want someone else—don’t even ask what I would do.”
Scarlett gasps. “I want that. I’ve wanted that since our first date. I just didn’t want you to think I was crazy.” Biting her lip, she blushes.
“You don’t think I knew that? You shouldn’t be ashamed of wanting to belong to someone. As long as it’s what you want, then there is no shame in letting me be that man.”
Nodding, she leans in and kisses my neck, sucking and biting, eager for me. I revel in it, enjoying her desperation.
“Fuck. Come here.” Bending, I reach both hands under her dress, and with a boost, I lift her. She wraps her legs around me, and I let her keep nipping and tasting my neck and jaw. It’s erotic and just like I like her—desperate and needy for me, so much so that she isn’t ashamed to show it. Moving us to my bedroom, I kick open the door and take us right to the bed. Laying her down gently, I untangle her from me. Scarlett cries out in protest.
“It’s okay, baby. You’re getting me back in all the ways you want, but you have to do it my way.”
“Anything. Please, just tell me,” she begs, sitting up and practically pleading for me to fuck her with just that innocent look as I step back.
“You will worship me first. You say you want to know what it’s like to be owned, controlled, and possessed. You’re going to get it. I’m going to lie on this bed, and you will get naked and please me.”