"Sure." I pass him the bottle and he swigs out of the bottle, too. Together we work through the wine, passing the bottle between us. By the time we're halfway through the wine, I feel my nerves melting away and being replaced by something that scares me even more - lust. Desire for Dex to stop all pretenses and take me right here. Prove to me we belong together.
I shake my head to get the thought out. His influence over me is there, try as I might to deny it. I hate Dex for the havoc he's wreaking on me, but I also don't want to fight it, and when his hand brushes my hair over my shoulder, I let out an involuntary gasp, making Dex chuckle.
"Still so easy, aren't you, toy?" he whispers in my ear, his breath tickling my neck. "No matter how many times you say no after, you want this. You live for it."
I close my eyes, forcing myself to count to three as I take deep, long breaths. I won't let him get to me. I won't let him break me. I won't let him between my legs again.
But Dex shatters all of my intentions when he begins to kiss my collarbone. His teeth dig into the tender skin there, and he bites and sucks me. My head cocks to the side of its own accord, enabling him easy access to whichever part of me he wants.
Dex slips on the floor next to me, his hand wandering between my legs and cupping my pussy over the lace panties I'm wearing.
"Just as I thought," he mutters against my hair. "Wet like always..."
"Fuck you." I sound helpless despite the curse word, and Dex chuckles gravelly.
"Oh, you will, Pandora. You will soon enough."
But then, unexpectedly, he picks himself up from the floor and takes the bottle of wine. "You've had enough of this."
"What?" I glare at him. "Who are you to decide how much I can drink?"
He gives me a stern look. "I'm just watching out for you, toy."
"Since when?"
He doesn't answer, heading into the kitchen with the bottle while I fume silently. Once again, he's proven how much control he has over me, and I hate him for it.
When Dex returns a moment later, I'm ready. I'm not letting him use me like the toy he wants me to be, not anymore. Now, I hold the strings, and I'm going to make him dance the way I want to.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"Showing you what you've been missing," I purr, sliding my dress straps down my shoulders. My right breast pops free and Dexter's glare turns troubled as he watches me pull the top of the dress down, exposing my chest. "Remember, Dex? Remember how much fun this was? How you used me?"
"Don't," he hisses. "I'm not fucking you."
"Why not?" I pout, twisting my nipple between my fingers and whispering. Dex's hands form fists at his sides and I laugh with excitement. I've got him eating out of the palm of my hand - just how I wanted it. Now is when the real fun can begin. "Come here, Dex... please..."
He approaches me warily, staring me down.
"Maybe you should kneel this time," I suggest innocently. "Come on, on your knees."
"Excuse me?"
I point to the spot on the floor between my legs. "Come on... taste me..."
He struggles with his decision, but does what I've asked him to do a moment later, dropping down and looking into my eyes with silent, pitch-black eyes.
I push my tits together and lean forward, teasing him, but before I can get away, he's captured my nipple between his lips, pulling on it to bring me closer.
For the first time since I've met him, I don't feel like Dex has all the control. No, this time we're sharing it - passing it from one to the other.
"You want it to hurt?" he grunts, and I find myself nodding before I can stop myself. Dex bites into my skin and I whimper as he sucks a love bite onto my breasts. I throw my head back and allow him in fully, giving him more and more of myself as he marks my skin.
Forgetting what happened, I allow my hands to wander his back, making Dex hiss as I slide my nails against his skin.
"Forgetting something?" he growls.
"You hurt me, I hurt you," I whisper. "Simple."