Yours Forever (Reign 3)

He’d told me once that he didn’t share, didn’t dance around the truth, and he was going against everything in his nature to stand before me and say what was true. I’d taken control from him. And we both knew I couldn’t give it back, because I’d never be able to choose and life would never be the same.

“Say what you need to say,” I told him. Just like he’d told me so many times before when I was finding my own strength. “There’s no room for vagueness here,” I added, and that got his dark eyes to fuel hotter. The hand on my hip squeezed and he looked down at me like a predator.

We both knew I was challenging him, and all I could do was wait to see what kind of dominance he’d reign over me. And I welcomed it.

“You asked me what you could do?” he growled, going back to the original question I’d posed when I first walked in.

I nodded.

His hand slid from my waist, up my breast to my throat, cupping it gently but possessively.

“You can get down on your knees and fuck me with that brassy little mouth of yours.” His hot grip on my throat made me instantly wet and a part of my brain kick on that only Jack had the switch to. Submission. The need to obey, the want to do anything he asked—told—was overwhelming.

His whole body shifted, as if recognizing the change in my demeanor.

“Number,” he said between gritted teeth.

“Eight, hot. Very, very hot.”

Despite his need to control, he still checked my comfort. Always.

“Then you can suck me deep. Show me how much you missed me. Because, baby,” he leaned in, his mouth against mine and said, “We both know you did.”

Keeping my eyes on his, I gripped his belt and slid to my knees. Instinct took over, as if my body was made to follow Jack. Understood that he was some kind of master over me. And I wanted to be mastered by him.

Kneeling, I looked up at him. “Take off your shirt,” I whispered, then added quickly, “Please. I want to see you.”

He pulled it off and dropped it to the

floor. His chiseled muscles looked so sharp that his abs could cut through his skin. He was all strength and sex and dominance, and he was right, I missed him.

His hand threaded into my hair, gripping a handful at the back of my head. He didn’t make me move, didn’t say anything, just held me in his tight grasp, and waited. Dominating and demanding, but reading every expression and giving me the slack to take things at my own pace. Like he always had.

I unclasped his belt and opened his jeans. As I tugged them low on his hips, his cock sprang free and my attention was taken. He was long and thick, and exactly what I wanted. But I liked his domination and wanted to feel it. Feel all his strength and get taken over in a way only he could take me.

“You say I drive you insane?” I asked, then licked the head of his cock. His hot skin throbbed against my tongue, so I trailed it along the crown until a low growl escaped him. Looking up I rubbed my cheek against his pulsing shaft and said, “Prove it.”

With his grip still firm in my hair, he yanked enough to cause my face to look up at him as he shoved his big cock into my mouth.

I moaned.

He clenched his teeth and pumped his hips.

“You like goading me on purpose?” he asked. “You want to be punished?”

I just moaned again around his cock and sucked the best I could. But his thrusts were intense. He was the one fucking my mouth, and I could tell just how much he’d missed me.

My core shuddered, seeking to be filled. I hated the emptiness. With each push of his hips, he went down my throat and spurred my lust on. I wanted more. So much more I could barely stand it.

I gripped his ass and pulled him closer. Sucking deep and flicking my tongue as I went. His stomach flexed when I tasted the underside of the crown, so I paid special attention to that spot and licked it wildly while continuing to take his thrusts.

“Fuck, baby,” he rasped on a strangled breath. Just when I thought he’d come apart, he pulled away and in one quick swoop, had my pants off. “How do you do this to me?” he said, lifting me up and sitting me on the counter.

Ripping my panties away, he spread my legs, and shoved deep inside my core.

“Jack!” I cried his name and held on.

“Say it again,” he demanded, and he fucked me hard. My ass slipped along the counter as my shoulders banged into the cabinets behind me. I looked out to see the living room quiet, the one window showing off the night sky. I closed my eyes for a moment at the peace and pleasure of the moment.