For The Love Of Sir (Doms of Decadence 3)

Alex lifted his mouth away from her pussy. He studied her for a long moment.

Her beautiful body was covered in a light sheen of sweat. He’d tied her ankles and wrists to the bed so she was spread-eagled, completely at his mercy. He’d been torturing her with pleasure for the last forty minutes, taking her up to the peak of orgasm then backing off.

Her cries had turned to yells, her begging to curses. While he was angry that she hadn’t called him, most of his anger was self-directed. This was his fault. He’d made it very clear to her that he didn’t want to get emotionally involved.

If only it were that simple to turn his emotions off.

He couldn’t be cold and removed when it came to Tara. He thought about her constantly, wanted her with an ache that never seemed to disappear. When he’d arrived at the apartment tonight to find she wasn’t here he’d been frantic. The thought of anything happening to her…of someone hurting her…it made him feel ill.

She needed to learn to that he took his role as her Dom seriously. Obviously, he needed to keep a closer eye on her. Trouble just seemed to follow her around.

“No, don’t come yet,” he told her.

He returned to her pussy, licking and sucking until loud whimpers of need were torn from her lips. Reaching up, he pinched and tugged both of her nipples, delighting in her groans.

Abruptly, he moved, untying her quickly. He sat on the side of the bed.

“Straddle me,” he ordered gruffly. “Face away from me.”

“Alex? Are you okay?”

Christ, he needed to get his act together. He turned around and gathered her close. “I will be.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“Shh,” he told her. “So am I. I’m sorry you didn’t realize you could call me for anything. That was my fault.” He kissed her. “Straddle me.”

She placed her legs on either side of his. He widened his legs.

“Bend down and rest your hands on the floor.”

She bent forward and damn her naked ass was a sight to behold.

Alex parted the folds of her pussy, then wrapped a hand around his cock, guiding it into her pussy.

“Ohh,” she cried as he filled her.

Alex gritted his teeth, barely able to hold onto his control. He felt like a damn teenager. He clasped her around the hips, moving her back and forth on his cock. His breathing grew short and labored.

Tara clenched around him and he knew she was close.

He hit her on the ass. Smack!

“Ow!” she cried out.

“No coming yet,” he ordered. He raised her up slowly, then slammed into her.

“I can’t take any more,” she told him.

“You can,” he countered, smacking his hand down onto her ass again. “No more holding things back from me, understand?”

Smack! Smack!

“This is just a taste of what you’ll get if it happens again. I’ll keep you tied to this bed for days, torturing and spanking you in turns, understand?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.” There was a desperate note in her voice and he decided that he’d made his point.

“You may come,” he said as he slammed into her once more.