Dauntless (Sons of Templar MC 5)

Domination.

He flexed his fingers once more. Then his hand at my neck moved and I could breathe easy. He grasped the bottom of my shirt, his other hand still at my wrists, and rolled it up. I stayed where I was thanks to the fact I was used to gripping poles. The shirt went over my head and up my arms. I expected him to let go of my wrists in order to discard it, but instead he did some sorcery and turned my tee into a binding, fastening my arms together above my head. Both hands moved back to my ass, sinking into it and plastering my body even closer, rubbing every inch of my naked torso against him.

“You’re going to keep those arms precisely where I put them,” he ordered. “They ain’t gonna move until I say so. You aren’t allowed to come until I decide that pussy is going to get its release.” His hands tightened, bordering on pain, and he captured my nipple between his teeth.

I cried out at the pleasure of the pain they inflicted, the perfect cocktail, bringing me to the edge of oblivion without even paying any attention to my soaked core. I itched to bring my hands down, to rake my nails down his back, to clutch him closer to me.

I didn’t because Gabriel was in charge, not me. That knowledge was not only hot as shit but a relief that made it possible to embrace every inch of the pleasure.

“Fuck, Becky, you’re fuckin’ soaked. My girl likes this,” he growled in my ear as his expert fingers delved into my panties.

“I love it,” I hissed, my voice little more than a rasp.

He found the magic spot in an instant and I slammed my head back against the wall, my arms coming down of their own accord.

His hand was at my wrist in an instant.

“I didn’t say you could move these,” he rumbled. He kept my hands in his viselike grip while he worked me with his other hand, capturing my mouth roughly. “You gonna be a good girl now?” he asked against my lips.

I couldn’t speak, could barely breathe with the fire he was building. I could only nod.

He moved his hands from my wrists to circle my neck once more. “Open your eyes, Becky.”

I snapped them open at his command, unaware I’d even closed them. His were liquid and intense on mine. “You’re not going to come, are you, Becky?” he murmured, rubbing his thumb against my collarbone.

I let out a groan as he quickened the pace between my legs.

“Because I didn’t say you could do that either.” He nuzzled my neck, his stubble scratching the skin on my cheek. “Not until I’m inside that sweet pussy and I can feel it tighten around me. Then you can. Then you’ll do it again. Later I’ll taste your fuckin’ climax on my tongue. Now, you will not. You get me?”

All I could do was nod.

“Good,” he growled.

Then his hand was gone, as if he could sense I was teetering on the edge. I was half insane with need, widening my eyes at him in a silent plead. He grinned hungrily, like a predator. “You’ll get my dick soon, firefly.”

One hand went back up to my sagging wrists while the other went to his shorts. The few seconds he took to free himself yawned into forever. The overwhelming craving for him, for release, took every cell in my body hostage.

Then I got it. What my empty body screamed for. Filled to the hilt.

It was a magnificent mingling of pleasure and pain as I got used to his considerable size.

He mistook my cry for pain, and his entire form froze, the cords in his neck pulsing. “Becky, you okay? Did I hurt you?” His mask slipped, the hunger and domination mingling with concern.

I nodded rapidly. “I’m good. Only if you move.”

I barely got the last word out before he heeded my command. Boy, did he heed it.

All concern was gone as he slammed into me, brutal, unyielding, fucking beautiful.

“You’re gonna come now,” he rumbled in my ear.

I wanted to whisper that I was going to come when I was good and ready, but I was too far gone for that shit. My body was at his mercy, and it obeyed his order.

Everything exploded into a thousand different colors, better than any high I’d ever ridden. Cleaner, purer.

Right.

He didn’t stop as I came down. If anything, he quickened his pace, building me up before I even had the chance to come back to earth.

He captured my mouth to taste the last of my cries. Through stars dancing in my vison, his midnight gaze penetrated. “I’m far from fuckin’ done with you, firefly,” he growled, slamming into me.

Oh, he was far from done with me. He fucked me into oblivion, taking me to the stars and away from any coherent thought for hours to come.