Playing with Her

A rush of moisture dampened her panties at his dominant tone. She was well aware of his adept abilities to bend her to his will, along with his wicked methods of coercion. He was the only man who could make her melt and surrender anything and everything to him . . . every damn time.

“So, let’s clear up this little misunderstanding right now, shall we, and remind you precisely who’s in charge.”

“Yes, sir,” she acquiesced, her voice soft and demure.

“Much better,” he said, his gaze dropping to her mouth. “Such a hard decision of what to do with you. Do I force you to your knees and make you suck my cock until your red lipstick is smeared all over my dick and I come down your throat?”

The filthy suggestion sent a surge of heated arousal through her veins. She loved giving Mac head. Loved the sensation of her lips sliding along his smooth cock as he watched her swallow every inch of him. Loved licking and stroking his length with her tongue until he shuddered with need. And ultimately, she loved having that small bit of control over his pleasure as she finally made him splinter apart with the force of his release.

However, she also knew how rough he liked to get sometimes during oral, how hard and deep he preferred to fuck her mouth, and she didn’t have time to redo her hair and makeup. “As much as I would love to suck your cock, sir, your hands will be in my hair and I spent a small fortune getting it styled this afternoon, and it’ll take no time at all for you to wreck it.”

“I want to fucking wreck you,” he growled darkly, and grabbing the hem of her tight dress, he yanked the skirt part up to her hips, making her gasp as cool air feathered across the warm, damp arousal already soaking the front panel of her thong.

His hot, lust-fueled gaze bored into hers. “I am going to wreck you,” he promised. “If not your mouth, then your tight pussy. I want everyone to know, when you walk into the club, that you’ve been thoroughly fucked and pleasured. I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

His confident words rendered her so breathless she couldn’t speak, but her body responded, her sex pulsing and aching for all that he promised.

He stepped back a few inches. “Turn around, brace your hands on the dresser, and spread your legs,” he ordered.

She obeyed, flattening her palms on the smooth wooden surface, giving him a view of her bare ass bisected by her red lace thong.

He groaned but didn’t deliver the stinging smack to her bottom she was hoping he would. “I want to see your tits bounce while I fuck you.”

She swallowed back a moan. Jesus, he was so obscene, direct, and lewd when they were alone together—a complete contradiction to the perfect gentleman he was outside of the bedroom, which made the switch to demanding alpha all the more thrilling.

Reaching for the zipper at her back, he dragged it down and pulled the sleeves lower, to her elbows. The dress had a built-in bra, and her breasts swayed free, her nipples already furled into tight points.

“You are fucking gorgeous,” he muttered in a husky tone, and brought his hands around, palming her breasts before pinching and tugging on the sensitive tips until she whimpered from the pleasurable pain he’d inflicted.

He was still wearing his pants, but feeling the nudge of his erection against the crease of her ass, she felt compelled to remind him of their pact before it was too late. “You need a condom.” Not because they were concerned about birth control. No, it was the one rule she’d established after she’d moved in with Mac, that if he wanted to fuck her right before they went out together for the evening—and he usually did—then he had to wear a condom so she wasn’t a mess the rest of the night.

“Are you issuing orders again?” His authoritative tone rasped against her ear from behind as he tweaked her nipples again, hard enough to make her gasp. “I’m thinking I’d much rather fuck you bare so that you’ll walk into The Players Club with the scent of me on your skin and the slick feel of my come along the insides of your thighs.”

Her pussy throbbed shamelessly, and a whimpering sound escaped her throat. She was beyond questioning why such a filthy statement could make her hotter and wetter than she already was, so she swallowed and added a very soft, submissive “Please, sir,” to her request.

She saw his satisfied smile in the mirror in front of her. “Only because it’s your birthday, I’ll make wearing a condom your one concession right now. However, just keep in mind that you will be punished later this evening for making any kind of demands when I’m in charge.”

She licked her bottom lip, already anticipating his decadent form of discipline. “Yes, sir.”

Briefly leaving her, he went to the nightstand and retrieved a condom while she waited dutifully for him, ass up, tits out, and beyond eager for him to fuck her.

He returned a few moments later and set a familiar velvet box on the dresser, one that contained her favorite pink hand-blown glass anal toy—and one of the larger ones in their collection that Mac used when he wanted to stretch her for the eventual invasion of his dick there. Then, he stood behind her, out of direct view, but the motions and sounds of him unbuckling his belt made her stomach quiver, along with the crinkling of foil and Mac’s deep male grunt as he sheathed his cock with the rubber. Hooking his fingers into the sides of her thong, he pushed the scrap of material down until it fell around her heels.

“Get them off,” he ordered gruffly, and she immediately kicked the panties aside.

His hand gripped the inside of her right thigh, and he lifted her leg so that her knee was resting on the dresser, effectively spreading her wide open for him.

Two fingers traveled down the crack of her ass and slid along the drenched folds of her sex, spreading her flesh and caressing her clit much too softly, deliberately playing with her and making her beyond needy. She tipped her head back and moaned, then sucked in a sharp breath as he speared those same two fingers deep inside her, pumping them in and out and stroking that patch of sensitive flesh along her inner wall until she was gasping and close to tumbling over the edge into oblivion.

Right when she was on the precipice of pleasure, he withdrew, and she cried out at the loss.

From over her shoulder, Mac smirked at her.

“Really?” she said, letting her annoyance slip through. “Orgasm denial on my birthday?”

He chuckled wickedly and didn’t reprimand her for her irritable tone as he removed the lid from the velvet box and picked up the sizeable glass toy. “Imagine how fucking good it’s going to be when I allow you to come.”

Reaching around her, he put the bulbous plug to her lips. “Suck it,” he ordered, pressing the object into her mouth and not giving her a choice. “Make it good and wet so it slides into your ass nice and easy.”