“You fell right back into your role as my little whore, didn’t you?”
I blink at him, shocked by his coarse words.
Shocked further by my body’s reaction to them. My hard nipples rub against my bra and I’m so wet between my thighs I swear my leggings are damp too.
“I told myself I wouldn’t let this happen,” he continues, his gaze dropping to my lips. “But then I catch you spying. Staring like you’re starved for me and I cave.” He wipes at the corner of my mouth, drawing his thumb across my bottom lip. “Now your lips are covered in my cum.”
A moan sounds and I realize it’s coming from me. “Spence…”
“Is this what you want? To give up all control? To be told what to do? You’ve lived your entire life like this. Everyone controlling you. You’ve never stood on your own until what? A few weeks ago? When you discovered this place was yours?”
I nod, hating the reality he’s speaking of. Knowing that every word he says is true.
I’ve been controlled my entire life, but never like this.
“You need to learn how to manage your life instead of taking orders from someone else.” He takes a single step backward, his hands falling away from me, and I whimper at the loss. “You need to figure out what you want. I refuse to let you use me. I know how you operate. You’ll only abandon me again.”
I part my lips, ready to protest, but he cuts me off.
“Don’t bother denying it. You know it’s true.”
“Spencer. No. I need you.” My entire body aches, especially my heart. I hate that I’ve hurt him. I can’t erase what I’ve done, no matter how much I wish I could.
“For once in my life, I used you. I fucked your mouth for my own pleasure. I didn’t give a damn whether you liked it or not. And the best thing is, you got off on it. I can tell. You’re aroused. I bet if I slipped my fingers in your panties, I’d find that you’re wet.”
Spencer never, ever talked so boldly to me before. Not like this.
Swear to God, I’m more aroused because of it. My entire body aches, yearning for his touch.
“Are you? Wet?” He arches a brow.
I nod once, too choked up with desire to speak.
“Show me.” When I frown, he rubs his hand across his jaw, the movement so wholly masculine, I nearly collapse to the floor. “Put your hands in your panties and prove it.”
Again, there’s no hesitation. I slip my hand into my panties, encountering creamy wetness. I coat my fingers with myself before pulling them out and showing him. They gleam with my juices and I swear a matching gleam lights up his eyes.
“Look at that.” He grabs my wrist and pulls me toward him, lifting my hand to his mouth. “You are wet.”
I gasp when he pulls my fingers into his mouth, sucking them. Licking them. His gaze never strays from mine, and I am overwhelmed with emotion, my body drawing tighter and tighter at the thought of him putting that magical mouth on other places.
Like between my legs.
“If we have nothing else, Syl, we always have this,” he murmurs, his gaze growing even darker, I swear. “Take off your clothes.”
I pull my hand out of his grip and shed my clothing as if my skin is set on fire. Until I’m trembling and naked in front of him, my nipples so hard they hurt.
He barely looks at me. Just points at the bed. “Lie down.”
“We should go to my bedroom—”
“No.” He shakes his head. “Lie down. Now.”
I do as he says, positioning myself so I’m sprawled across the middle of the bed, my legs spread, open and waiting. The air touches the sensitive skin of my pussy, making me suck in a sharp breath, and when he studies me there, I swear I can feel myself grow even wetter.
How that’s possible, I have no idea.
“Touch yourself,” he demands. “Touch your tits.”