Forever Yours, Sir (Doms of Decadence 2)

“Maybe she didn’t know. Maybe she was trying to protect you.” She stood and went to him, wrapping her arms around him. She nuzzled her face against his chest. “Sometimes you’re so busy protecting everyone else that you forget that someone might want to protect you too.”

He glanced down at her in surprise. She winked at him. Cady needed to do something to wipe that haunted look off his face. Stepping back, she stripped off her hoodie and t-shirt. Then she undid her jeans, pulling them down her legs. She slipped off her shoes, flinging them away, standing before him in just her underwear.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I need you. Take me to bed, Hunter.”

“I can’t be gentle.”

“I don’t want you to be.”

“I’m in a very dominant mood, Cady.”

“When aren’t you?” she replied with a smile.

“I’m feeling more dominant than usual.”

“I can take anything you want to throw at me.”

He stalked forward, his gaze intense. “Really? And if I want to tie you to the bed, to drive you to the edge over and over without release? If I want to spank you for daring to put yourself in danger by challenging a professional wrestler? Can you take that? Can you handle me taking your ass, your pussy, your mouth? Because I want all of you.”

Her heart beat faster as her mouth grew dry. Trepidation mixed with arousal as she stared at him.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I want all of that.”

He reached behind her, undoing her bra and pulling it free. Then he knelt, pulling off her panties. He moved slowly, gently, but she saw the need in his eyes.

“Your safe word is red. Use it if you need to. Spread your legs.”

She blushed, but moved her legs apart.

“Further,” he said gruffly.

She moved her right foot further along. Hunter spread her pussy lips and just stared at her for a long moment.

“Like what you see?” she said finally, unable to stand the silence as he just stared at her.

“Yes,” he replied then he reached around and smacked her ass sharply.

“Ow, what was that for?”

“No speaking unless I ask you a question or you need to say your safe word.”

Pushy bastard. She sent him a disgruntled look but kept her mouth closed.

Leaning in, he took a long, slow lick of her pussy. She gasped, barely able to keep herself from falling back as he continued to lap at her.

“Feel free to whimper, cry out or scream though,” he said as he rose to his feet. Moving to the sofa he pulled off one of the large cushions and brought it back, throwing it on the floor.

“Kneel here. Hands clasped behind your back, knees spread wide.” She moved into position and he stood there, just staring down at her.

She was beginning to feel like a freak show in a carnival when he reached down with one hand and tucked a curl behind her ear. “Good girl. So beautiful.”

A warm feeling built inside her as she relaxed slightly.

“I need to go get some things ready. Did you bring your vibrator with you?”

Her mouth dropped open as her cheeks heated. “What makes you think I have a vibrator?”