Feral King (The Dominant Bastard Duology 1)

“Show me what you do when you think about me.”

She rolled her eyes.

“What?”

Sighing, she tapped the corner of her eye and then rolled her eyes again. “That’s what I do when I think about you.”

He leaned closer and bit the inside of her thigh, making her cry out as the pain leeched into her body and made her squirm. Ugh. And his mouth was so close to where she wanted it!

“So I’m not allowed to play with myself, but you’re ordering me to play with myself. These mixed messages are going to make me a poorly trained service human.”

“You can play with yourself if I give you permission to. If you want permission to, you have to ask. Nicely.”

“And will you say yes?”

“Not unless I’m around to watch.” He grabbed the bracelet he’d given her and used it to drag her hand down where he wanted it. “Now do as you’re told.”

He had that dickish dommy glower she couldn’t resist.

“Yes, Mister Leduc,” she said, almost wincing at the sex kittenish tone she’d been helpless to stop from using. She held her index and middle fingers up in front of his mouth. “A little help here?”

Glaring, he closed his mouth over the tips of her fingers. He sucked and nipped at them, using his tongue in ways she hadn’t thought he’d figure out so fast. She gasped, and her hips bucked. Now that she’d felt what he could do with his mouth, all she wanted was his mouth on her...but orders were orders.

Regretfully, she pulled her fingers away and slid them downward. Her clit ached so bad that she couldn’t even touch the hood without wincing.

“It hurts?”

“When I’m too turned on, it gets overly sensitive.”

He crouched between her legs and spread her pussy with his fingers as she sucked a breath in at the contact. She propped her free hand under her head so she could see him – she had a decent view through the valley her breasts made. She touched herself, exploring, feeling strange and hot about him watching so closely. A rough finger prodded her clit and she squeaked.

“That’s it there?”

“My clit? Yes.” Her voice was several octaves higher than normal. Damn him and his ability to learn quickly. “But everything feels too intense right now.”

“Don’t stop,” he commanded. “You’re going to show me how to make you come.”

More heat trickled through her. His orders shouldn’t arouse her like they did, but he just intuitively knew how to make everything sexy to her.

“But I thought you didn’t like me anymore.”

His laugh was more a derisive exhalation of air than a vocalization. “You’d be better off with Rodrigo.”

“I just met the man. Besides, he doesn’t scare me like you do.”

“I scare you, do I?”

“In the best way.” She arched her back in invitation and touched herself, focusing on the threatening look in his eyes and knowing that was the last thing that should be turning her on.

“There’s a good way to be scared?”

“Of course. The thrilling kind of fear – like being on a rollercoaster and being pretty sure you won’t die.”

“So you’re pretty sure I won’t kill you?”

“Depends on the day.” She winked.

He trailed his fingers over hers. Ugh. So close, and yet nowhere near close enough.