He removed his fingers, stepped around to take measure of her, and kept a good hold on her arm since she swayed. Frustration rested heavy in her gaze but also held a hint of surrender. One wall was coming down.

Ah yes, she was unable to continue, exhausted from fighting against him, but she was also at the brink of handing him control. “You can. You will."

Her whimper didn't stop him from going right back to her splendid pussy.

Staying in front of her, he caressed her clit, moving it beneath his fingertip, and her eyes became hooded. She shuddered, and he thrust his fingers back into her center, groaning as she tightened around him. He wanted his cock right there, strangled by her orgasm.

Her eyes became dark before they shut. Although he would have demanded she look at him, he restrained the order. Baby steps would bring him to a final reward.

To deepen her pleasure, he moved his free hand up the middle of her chest, cupped her nape, and then pressed his mouth against hers.

Lips parted for his intrusion. Her tongue swirled and accepted his. Slowing his movements, he stroked her with a light touch. Tension radiated off her—an obvious fight not to give herself over to him.

Behavior he'd fix. A firm bite on her lip had her cringing, but a deep moan contradicted her body's reaction. He backed away and tangled his fingers in her hair, roughly shifting her head closer to him. “You like control, don't you?"

At her whimper, he added, “What does it feel like to not be treated like a princess that everyone tiptoes around?” Her pussy convulsed, and moisture flooded his hand. He jerked her head again. “To be handled as if you won't break?"

Her breath rushed from her lungs, her gaze wildly ravenous, and her cheeks were bright red. “I enjoy it, Sir."

He had no doubt she did, which was exactly why he upped the tension in the scene. To prove he wouldn't back down and, in fact, would only come harder at her if she refused. This power struggle she wouldn't win.

Tightening his grip on her hair, not allowing her to move, he stilled his hand. “Then enough fucking around, Bella.” His voice was deep and threatening as he intended to push her. “Beg for it."

He thrust his fingers within her, fast and hard, as he called to her release. Demanded it. Made it impossible for her to refuse him.

Everyone bowed to Bella—he'd seen it with her best friends—because of her overpowering personality. Not him. A low sigh from her mouth echoed in the room before her pussy clamped down on his fingers. At the first sign of her approaching climax, he yanked out of her, and she cried out in frustration.

Before she had a chance to catch her breath, he thrust back in, demanding her orgasm to rise. Her pussy seized against his fingers, and his balls grew heavy.

"I'll count to ten.” He stared intently at the struggling woman. “I'd learn to beg, or you'll be left here. Like this.” Her eyes widened, mouth parted to no doubt argue with him, and he'd have none of it. “Ten."

"No—"

"Nine."

She shook her head frantic. “Wait—"

"Eight."

He thrust two fingers into her pussy.

"Seven."

He withdrew; then he pushed back through her heat.

"Six."

He flicked her G-spot.

"Five."

Her deep sigh sent a wave of heat straight to his cock.

"Four."

Her pussy vibrated against him.

"Three."

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