Tully (Dangerous Doms 7)

“Whatever will you do with me?”

It’s a dance between the two of us, back and forth. She’s just stepped back into my circle.

I nibble at her earlobe, gently biting until she squirms. “Whatever the fuck I want, McKenna.”

I slide the pad of my thumb along the thin skin at her wrist. I can feel her pulse quickening.

“So you’d better behave yourself, lass. No backtalk. No mouthing off. None of those little fits of rage you have from time to time.”

She gasps. “I do not have fits of rage.”

A beat passes between us. I lean in and speak in her ear. “Are you talking back, then?”

She swallows and shakes her head. “Of course not.”

I slide my hand from her lower back to her arse and give her arse cheek a good, hard squeeze that makes her come up on her toes. I chuckle, and she shivers ever so slightly at the sound.

“You’ve wanted this, haven’t you?” she whispers. “Me. At your mercy. Unable to escape.”

I feel my lips twitch up as I whisper in her ear, “You have no fucking idea.”

“What do you want from me?” she asks, and I can tell she’s somewhere between curious and aroused, just at the sound of her voice. She knows she can’t get away.

I run my fingers through her hair until I come to a hard plastic clip. I release it, letting her hair cascade down around her shoulders.

“I want you here, with me. I don’t want to fight you. I want to know you’re safe, and that you won’t let your hot head or temper fuck with your safety.”

She doesn’t talk back or get all huffy like I expect her. Instead, she sighs a little. “Why, Tully? Why me?”

How do I explain my attraction to her? The men of the Clan don’t find it that difficult to find partners, or at the very least women who are interested in spending the night with him. Finding someone who's interested in more than that is definitely a little harder to do.

What appeals to me about her? I can't really say. There's something about her that's innocent, despite her sharp wit and quick temper. Hell, it's even the sharp wit and temper that appeal to me. She is no meek little lamb, though she might seem like one. She's not very experienced, and I like that. So many women at the clubs that I go to have been around. There's an innocence about McKenna that no one can replicate.

She’s also smart as hell. I've never been with a woman like her before, and I like it. There's nothing we can't talk about. Nothing I can't ask her, and I know that she's so capable of taking care of herself she isn't using me or the Clan. But how the hell do I say that? I don't. I'm not the kind of guy that speaks these things easily. Is any man?

“I like everything about you,” I finally say, even though I know it's a cop out.

She grins. “Everything?”

I smirk. “Could get rid of the smart mouth.”

“Oh, really?” she asks. “You’d like it if you didn’t have to fight me anymore?”

I pull her hair, and she squeals.

“It’s a lie,” she says, baiting me. “You wouldn’t like it if I suddenly became all meek and submissive.”

“Not so. I’d love submission from you.”

She laughs. "Oh, you love that all right. When you have to wrestle it from me, or spank it out of me. Don't you? "

“Aye, lass. I do.”

I walk her backward to the bed, intent on making her mine tonight. Uniting us again. Showing her that on this property, with me. I'm the one in charge.

"Strip."

Her eyes are focused on mine and she obeys, fumbling to remove her clothes. I stand, my hands anchored on my waist, as I watch her. First, she removes her skirt, then her stockings and shoes. Next comes the blouse. She takes everything off carefully, folding it, and placing it gingerly on the corner of the bed. She watches me as she takes off her panties and bra, her eyes never leaving mine, until she’s completely naked, and the little folded pile of clothes bears testament to her obedience.

For now.

“Lie back on the pillows,” I instruct, my eyes never leaving hers. “Stroke yourself.”

Her eyes widen, but she does what I say. I watch her, fully clothed, as she drags her fingers through her pussy. She moans a little, and her eyelids flutter, as she gently strokes and circles her pussy.

I’m envious of her fingers right now. I want my fingers to be between her legs, my tongue bringing her pleasure. But I need to watch her obey me.

My trousers tent with my erection as I watch her hips jerk, and she pants. Her movements grow more hurried.

“Stop.”

She starts at the loud sound of my voice and scowls at me.