“Do you have faith in me, trust?”
His question was something I was just as terrified to answer, but it came more easily than I’d expected. “Yes.”
The change in his eyes was immediate, his chest puffing up like he’d described before, but for an entirely different reason.
“I want you,” he growled.
“What are you saying?”
“I mean right now. I’m going to fuck you right here. Right now.”
A flush of embarrassment and humiliation roared through me until he shifted me on his lap, forcing me to straddle his legs. The second he pulled me down against his trousers, the feel of his thick cock pressing against the thin lace of my panties sent a shower of shockwaves through me.
“I need to be inside of you.” His command floated into my ears, pulling at every fringe of hunger and need I had for the man. He fisted my hair, likely destroying the beautiful wave of curls I’d taken a full hour to achieve, but at that moment I couldn’t care less. Nothing mattered but the heated touch of his fingers.
Using my hair as a harness, he yanked, exposing the vulnerability of my neck. When he lowered his head, licking around my rapid pulse, my heart fluttered. He sank his teeth into my skin, taking his time to swirl his tongue back and forth.
Panting, I eased my hand down his chest as stars floated in front of my eyes.
“What do you want,gatita?” I obviously didn’t answer him fast enough, and his hold tightened. “Tell me.”
“I’ve already told you. Everything.”
“Not good enough,” he muttered as he bit my skin a second time, biting and sucking in a way that was certain to leave a bruise. That was what he wanted to happen, a mark of possession. “Tell me exactly what you need.”
He loved toying with me, creating an explosion of red-hot need, forcing me to face the intensity of my longing.
“An orgasm.”
“That’s better.” He brushed the fingers of his other hand across my jaw, singing my skin. There was no way to hide my body’s reaction, a betrayal I’d once hated but now simply expected with every touch, every kiss. “I own you, Sierra. Every inch, every breath you take. Especially your sweet pussy.”
He was right, although I’d yet to admit it to myself.
“Do you crave my cock buried deep inside of you?”
“Yes.”
“Do you long for the strike of my hand, the pain from my belt slicing against your bottom?”
Breathless, at this point my words were almost inaudible. “Yyyeeesss…” He had that kind of effect on me. I ached inside, the longing harboring such intensity I could barely breathe.
“I crave you writhing underneath me, your juices soaking the sheets. Is that what you want?”
“Please. Yes, please.”
“You can be such a good girl.”
My nipples ached, the thin material of my dress shifting across them keeping both fully aroused.
“I need to be inside your tight little pussy.” He bit down again, sucking for several seconds before releasing his hold. The light rushing by highlighted the crazed look in his eyes, the need that had become more than just obsessive.
And for me, the man was a temptation I couldn’t resist.
I slid back against his knees, my fingers shaking as I fumbled with his belt. It was suddenly as if we were in a vacuum. There was no one sitting in the seats in front of us, no fear that we’d be seen by anyone trying to peer in through the dark glass. I wouldn’t care if they did. I was consumed with the same desire, desperate to have him inside of me. I yanked the leather strap away, noticing the sly smirk on his face.
He’d used the belt to punish me on two occasions, both of which had left me in a euphoric state, my pussy aching to have him inside of me.
Just like I felt at this moment.