My heart is thumping loudly in my chest, but if I said it wasn't in excitement, I'd be a liar.
Chapter 13
DOM
We walk on the beach and Cassidy takes off her shoes, dangling them from her hand. She keeps sneaking glances at me, and I end up laughing out loud while she blushes.
"What is it?" she asks self-consciously.
I shake my head, a smile still playing on my lips, and she stops, crossing her arms in front of her body defensively. "Are we playing or what?" she asks stubbornly.
"Sure, you can be my plaything," I tell her, and she almost trips when she starts walking again – on flat ground I might add. I chuckle low in my throat.
"Truth or dare?" I ask her next.
She hesitates for a second. "Dare."
I stop, a few inches away from the water lapping at the shore. We've put a good distance between us and the people at the bonfire by now. "Come over here," I order her.
Her eyebrows shoot up. "So simple?"
I shrug. "Let's see you do it, and we'll see how simple it is."
She steps up bravely until she's a step away from me, and I shake my head unhappily. "Closer."
Another small, tentative step brings her almost face-to-face with me.
"Closer."
Finally, she steps right into my arms, but I make them stay at my sides, grinning at Cassidy who is refusing to meet my eye. I assume it's because our lips are almost touching.
"Next," I tell her in a low growl.
"Truth," she says, her voice shaking as she looks at the ground. But I'm not about to let her get off that easy.
"Do you want me to fuck you, Cassidy?" I whisper, and she flutters those long eyelashes, looking at me for just a second.
She hesitates, stepping from one foot to another, but I don't like waiting. I am not a patient man.
Tipping her chin back, I make her look me straight in the eyes, and the answer is clear in them. "Say it," I order her and move my hand away from her face, knowing she won't be able to break eye contact. I drop my hand next to my body, but she surprises me by reaching for it with her own hand. Our fingers entwine together.
She bites her bottom lip. "Yes," she whispers.
"Yes what?" I demand more.
"Yes, I want you to… fuck me."
She curses all the time, yet hearing her use the F-word in this context makes me hard as a rock.
"Show me," I dare her, my eyes dancing with flames. "I wanna see how badly you want it, darlin’."
She moves closer, and it's fucking torture. She's inches away from me, the girl I want more than anyone up to this point in my life. But I can't touch. I know it has to come from her – she has to make the first move.
Cassidy is looking down, our fingers still entwined together. Slowly, she raises her eyes to meet mine, her irises sparkling through thick black lashes. Fuck me…
She stands on her tiptoes, pulling my hand around her waist. My arms wrap around her hips like that's what they were meant to do, and I inhale her sweet scent. It's pure summer, lime and coconut. I need to taste it.
She hesitates, inches away from my lips, my hands wrapped around her waist. I pull her closer, desperate for her to make up her mind. I know I shouldn't initiate the kiss. But I can still play the game.
"Truth or dare?" I ask, my voice rough.
Our bodies are pressed so close together, her breasts tight against my chest. I can feel her heart, and I'm sure it's beating so fast because of me.
"Dare," she half-whispers, half-moans. I can feel her hard nipples, naked under the dress, just like I ordered her.
"Take my hand," I tell her, and she does as she is told obediently, pulling my hand closer. "And show me that you were a good girl who followed my orders. Show me you're not wearing anything under that dress."
She blinks once, twice. Then she slowly brings my hand to rest on her hip, her fingers trembling as she does so.
"No," I say. "Put it between your legs."
I'm fighting every urge in my body to take matters into my own hands. She tugs on my hand, her free arm raising the fabric of her dress. I make my eyes stay on hers, even though I want to look down.
But next thing I know, she presses my fingers against her slick pussy, already moaning, already wet for me.
"Good enough?" she asks, her voice raspy.
I touch her, my fingers slipping between her lips and teasing her just enough to make her gasp. I find her clit, flicking it between two fingers as she moans.
"Fuck," I curse softly against her lips. "Cassidy."
Feeling her smile against my cheek is sweet torture, but then she steps on the tips of her toes again and our lips touch softly. She wants to taunt me, wants to play, but I'm done with the games.