Page 47 of Catching Sparks

“Are you asking me to break you in? To teach you how to please me? Is that what you want?”

“How about I teach you how to please me?”

I grin, the first real one I’ve worn for far too long. “What would your first lesson be?”

“I’d start by telling you to crawl up the bed, get between my knees, and lick my pussy until I’m ready for you to stop.”

I sway forward a step, then another. The mattress is soft beneath my hands as I lean into it, suddenly wondering why I haven’t already buried myself inside of her. The glistening cunt in front of me is parted, exposed to not only my eyes but my fingers and mouth if I just inched forward.

“I don’t take orders. Not in the bedroom or outside of it,” I mutter, even as I grip the comforter in my fists and lean even further over it.

“Either do I. What happened last time . . . that was a moment of desperation. I enjoy having my ass spanked, but I’ve never been submissive.”

“This may be a problem, then,” I muse, giving in to the urge to stroke myself again, my grip tighter, harder.

Poppy’s dislike of submitting isn’t surprising. She’s never once given me the idea that she enjoys being tossed around and controlled. Yes, she may have allowed me to command her a bit the other night, but we were desperate then. Two people aching to fuck any way possible if it led to relief. This here, tonight, is very, very different. I’m prepared and excited, just as she is.

We’re ourselves now. And we’ve come to a crossroads.

“It only stays a problem if we don’t find a solution,” she says, continuing to work her clit beneath two fingers.

I swipe my thumb beneath the head of my cock, shivering at the spark of pleasure that has my knees wobbly. Poppy locks on to that movement as those fingers of hers travel further down and sink deep inside her pussy. She curls them and squirms before beginning to fuck herself with them. Each thrust fills the room with wet noises that have me swallowing a groan, aching to drop forward and lick her fingers clean.

“What do you propose we do, then?” I grunt.

“An even split of dominance and submission. For both of us.”

“I’ve never done that,” I admit on an exhale, jerking myself off at a fast speed now, desperation seeping into my actions.

“Would you like to try?”

In one quick move, she removes her fingers and rolls to her front, propping herself up on her knees and elbows. It’s an offering worthy of far more than just me. The fucking Roman gods, maybe. Her back dips, the heavy globes of her ass perched in the air as she watches me over her shoulder, taking in my every reaction.

“Fuck,” I spit, stalling my hand, tightening my hold on my cock to the point of pain just to keep my mind straight.

“That’s the idea,” she purrs.

Her ass sways, knees spreading further apart. The puffy pink lips between them are so, so wet. So fucking inviting. She’s as turned on as I am, and the shine on her inner thighs nearly breaks me.

“You still haven’t shown me your vibrator.”

The corner of her mouth turns up. “I put it away after I used it to make myself come, hoping you wouldn’t notice.”

I break. In two steps, I’m kneeling on the edge of the mattress and taking her ass in my hands, kneading it roughly, fingertips digging deep. She gets no warning before I’m lifting my hand and bringing it back down over her ass cheek, the sound of skin hitting skin crackling through the room.

She jerks forward and releases a high-pitched, needy sound. Her ass stays in the air as she shakes it in front of me, begging for more.

“You’re a fucking brat,” I hiss, angry with her for being so goddamn attractive. Every sexual fantasy I’ve ever had, all wrapped up in one absurdly confident, outspoken spitfire of a woman who I shouldn’t be touching this way. Not fucking at all.

“I am,” she agrees coyly.

I spank her again, christening the other cheek with my handprint. She moans at the contact, burying her face in the comforter and continuing to wave her ass in my face, pushing me for reasons I don’t understand. If she wants me to submit, this isn’t the way to go about it. I want to dominate her right now. Own her. Cover her round, soft ass in my marks so she feels me for days while working that damn pole of hers. Will I be able to see them in those tiny shorts of hers? I want to find out.

“You look pretty submissive right now, Poppy.”

She laughs, but it’s a garbled sound, thick with arousal. “This isn’t submission. I’m allowing you to do this to me because I fucking like it. I demanded you spank me without even needing to open my mouth.”

I smack her ass again, and this time, her breath hitches at the sting. “How many of these will it take to get on your knees for me?”

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