“About what?”
The muscled plates of his now exposed abdomen still wedged between her thighs, and the dark voice that seduced her mind— both combined to cause chaos within the compartments of her unsettled thoughts. Her head began to spin as a result. Jordan felt herself losing control and found it difficult to keep track of what they were discussing. All she wanted was to feel his hard body pounding every inch of that thick, venous length to the hilt inside her.
“You’re not just a submissive, little one. You are a sassy brat whose petulance is going to get that ass of yours tanned more often than not.”
Brock grasped her hips and yanked her onto his lap. His fingers brushed across her cheek with a touch that left her skin tingling.
As he shook the water from his eyes, her gaze became fixed on the wide forehead, buttressed with two, strong cheekbones that flared upward from a solid, square jaw covered in a day-old growth of peppery stubble. It wasn’t any wonder that women found him so irresistible. He was ruggedly good-looking with a magnetism that Jordan had been unable to resist from the first time she’d set eyes on him.
“Oh!” Jordan cried as he pulled her against his rippling chest. A quiet smile pulled back the fullness of his mouth as he watched her eyes flash over the remarkable architecture of his muscled shoulders. “Now we’re getting somewhere,” she purred as she leaned into him.
“I have to admit, you fit perfectly in my arms.”
“If you say so.” She traced a finger over his jaw. “I might be tall but you’re a goliath. I always feel dwarfed by your bulk. We’re anything but a perfect fit.”
“Ah, but we do fit and I believe it’s going to be a delightfully snug one at that.”
“Enough! Stop teasing me, Brock. I demand to be indulged. Right now and right here,” she clipped through clenched teeth. “Hmm,” she moaned as he leaned in to nibble on her lips. She moved her mouth against his, gently at first and then sensually and demandingly as she licked the full curve of his bottom lip, only to find them gone in the next second.
“Kiss me, Brock,” she hissed, shifting on his lap in frustration.
“You might be on top at the moment, my pet but I’m in control… besides, I am kissing you.”
“But not the way I… hmmm,” she groaned as he trailed his lips over her cheek to end in a sharp nip on an earlobe.
“You’re delusional if you think I’m after a fling or a quickindulgence.” His lips closed around her earlobe to gently tug on it. “And neither are you, so stop lying to yourself.”
A heightened sense of arousal spiked her loins as a pulse of blood careened into her taut clitoris. She clawed at his shoulders, desperately attempting to keep her wits about her.
Selective in her taste, she loved going to exclusive BDSM clubs, upmarket ones, where she was assured she’d be safe and cared for by whomever she chose to scene with— usually a Dom she could manipulate. She always strove to keep a modicum of control and never got lost in the moment. But now, here withhim,like this,she was losing it, surrendering— failing miserably in her usual modus operandi.
“I’m not lying to myself. I know what I want and it’s you. I want you to fuck me, Brock. Now... ohhh,” she crooned when his meandering lips locked onto the frenzied pulse of the vein in her neck. He sucked hard on it. The hot shard of lust that tore into her loins caused her eyes to roll back into their sockets.
Fisting a shock of her hair, he pulled her head around to cast her gaze upon the dark promise that flashed in the depth of his eyes. Jordan was enraptured and couldn't look away from the masculine features, his torso rigid with anticipation, smoldering against the curvature of her breasts.
“I’m not a youngster looking for a quick fuck, Jordan. Been there, done that… too often to mention. The sooner you get your mind around this concept, the better. You and I… us, that’s what you need to start seeing because, believe me, kitten, wewillbe… not as a temporary solution to assuage yours or my lust. It sure as hell won’t be a casual indulgence as a convenient quick relief and then discarded. No, Jordan, it will be a permanent one with all of the challenges of sharing a life together whether you’re ready to admit it or not.”
His gaze locked on her pouty lips. He leaned in to bite into the lower one, followed by a soothing suck to ease away the sting.
A flash of heat raced through Jordan to unleash a warm flush of essence inside her vagina, forcing her to clench her muscles against a flood of pheromones that left her panting.
She shivered, completely overwhelmed by the rush of sensations that she always blocked out, and yet they were becoming the norm whenever he was near.
The next moment she sputtered as she swallowed soapy water. The bastard had turned the table on her and swapped places. She blinked at him furiously as she brushed the water from her face. Her body felt bereft of the warmth that moments before had permeated her skin. She lifted her eyes to catch the brooding look that now studied her from outside the tub.
“I’m afraid there’ll be no indulgence for you tonight. Your body took a beating, a fucking bad one by the look of the bruises covering your body. Believe me, little one, in your current state, you wouldn’t be able to withstand a hard fuck from me.” He smirked. “I need you to be healed and able to take the pounding you’re going to get. Yeah, Jordan. Believe it. I am going to fuck you stupid, so much so that you’ll beg me to stop. You’ll be cross-eyed and bow-legged by the time I’m done having my way with you.”
He sauntered to the door. “Finish up and join us for dinner. You need sustenance and I’m gonna make sure you’re taken care of from here on out.”
“I can take care of myself! All I want now is a good fuck, damn you!” she shouted after him, still stumped at his passionate declaration.
“Don’t make me come back up here to collect you. Ten minutes, Jordan.”
“Bossy Dom,” she muttered under her breath as she quickly bathed and washed her hair. She was getting dressed when his words echoed through her mind.
“I am going to fuck you stupid, so much so that you’ll beg me to stop..”
“Yeah, right. Like that’s ever gonna happen. It’ll be you doing the begging, Mister. Mark my words. You won’t know what hit you or my name isn’t Jordan Sutton.”