Page 17 of Power Struggle

And then, his lips crash into mine.

Chapter Fourteen

I suck in a shocked gasp at both his words and the feel of his mouth on me. This kiss–it’s the kiss. I already know it, and it’s just begun.

His fingers tangle in my hair, digging into my scalp as he controls our movements. He’s demanding and forceful, but his body is soft. Guiding. Encouraging. I moan, sinking into him as my hands find his hard chest. My fingernails dig into his skin, raking against it like I’m trying to burrow my way deeper into his body until he consumes me. I want to lose myself in Jackson Lowell until I don’t know where he ends and I begin.

His tongue glides across the seam of my lips, demanding entry. Entry I want to fight him for but quickly lose the battle. There are two parts of me at war when I’m with him. The part that’s bold. That dominates and demands. The one that keeps me safe and in control. The one I’m used to. Then, there’s another part. A part I didn’t even know I had until I met Jackson. The one that wants to give in completely, trusting that he has me. That he’ll keep me safe while bringing me to new heights of pleasure. Pleasure I’ve never felt before, like earlier, at the glory hole. I trusted him to keep me safe. To take control and demand my obedience. It was hard, but when I finally gave it to him–holy shit. I’ve never felt pleasure like that.

Until now.

His hands slide down my body, exploring, learning. All the while, his mouth moves against mine as he devours me thoroughly. His fingers find my hard nipples. He twists and soothes before pinching roughly.

I moan loudly.

He groans and pinches harder, tugging them until they’re throbbing. I bite his lip in retaliation, pulling it away from his mouth before letting go with a pop. Jack barks a laugh. “You’re gonna pay for that, you little cock tease.”

I giggle, unable to help myself. “In your dreams, you big baby.”

He grips my breast and palms it harshly, squeezing once before soothing the hurt. His other hand comes down on my ass cheek. He slaps it once, twice, three times. I screech with each stinging blow. “You and that mouth of yours,” he growls, slapping the other cheek, this time even harder.

I dig my teeth into his pec to stifle the scream and show him what my mouth is really capable of. Jack leaves my ass and wraps his fist around my ponytail, yanking it roughly, causing my back to bend. I snarl at him. “That is not a fucking leash,” I snap.

He chuckles darkly, cocking a brow. “Isn’t it, though?” His eyes leave mine before landing on the far wall. He smirks, bending me further until I’m looking behind me upside down. Jesus fuck. Thank God I’m flexible. “Would you prefer a real one?”

My eyes lock on an assortment of exactly that. Pet collars and leashes. My pussy throbs, and my thighs rub together awkwardly. Jack releases me enough to let me stand, never letting go of my hair. He thumbs the choker on my neck and licks his lips. His eyes dart between mine and the necklace. “I noticed this the second I saw you tonight. You know what this is, right?”

“Jewelry,” I hiss, ignoring his implication.

He shakes his head, smirking. “Liar. You knew what you were doing when you wore this tonight.” His jaw works, and his Adam’s apple bobs. “A collar tells people you’re taken. It’s also for subs.” His thumb trails across the thick diamond band again before slipping between it and my skin. He tugs, yanking me forward. “Tell me, Pet,” he purrs, using my name for him. “Did you wear this to scare people off of you? To let them know you were taken and already have a master at home?”

I swallow, glancing away. I hadn’t. Not at first. But then, the idea of really hooking up with someone–with allowing someone else into my heart, my world–made me sick. “No,” I deny.

He barks a laugh, pulling harder. He drags my mouth back to his, and his lips ghost over me as he speaks. “But, Princess, I thought you were a Domme.” I shiver at his condescending words. “Why would you want to be collared?”

I exhale roughly, deciding to just go for it. If I’m going up in flames tonight, I might as well enjoy the burn. “There is only one man I will ever allow to collar me,” I whisper. My eyes meet his, and from this close, I can see the desire burning in his green orbs. “The same man who is willing to bend for me just so I can feel safe. He is the only man that I will ever submit to.”

Jack growls. “That’s fucking right, Princess, and he doesn’t share.”

His lips come down on down mine, and the pressure on my hair and throat is released. His hands wrap around my thighs, lifting me. My legs tangle behind his back, and my hands clench his hair. This kiss is all teeth and tongue. It’s a battle of dominance. A power struggle.

My back slams against the wall. I gasp. My head drops back as I catch my breath. We’re both panting. My vision is foggy. My head is dizzy. His cock is pressed against my belly. Denying me what I want, just inches from where I need him. A spike of vulnerability hits me, telling me I’ve done too much, said too much. I need to get control again.

I lock eyes with Jack, finding his lips red and swollen. He’s panting just as hard as I am as his hips grind maddeningly against me. “Get between my thighs like a good boy, Pet. Right where I need you.” I demand, running my nails down his chest and leaving red stripes behind.

Jack grunts. His hands grip my asscheeks, pulling them apart as he continues to thrust his hips against me. His mouth drops to my throat, and he bites down hard, murmuring against my skin. “Get on your knees like a good little whore, Princess. Right where you belong.”

“Fuck,” I cry out. His words are like gasoline on a match. I palm his cock, feeling his hot flesh for the first time. He’s too big, and it takes both hands to grip him fully. God, he’s going to feel incredible inside me. “Please, Jack. Please.”

He chuckles, licking my burning flesh. “Already begging, and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“Then fucking touch me,” I snap.

He sucks a chunk of my skin into his mouth, leaving mark after mark along my shoulders and throat. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” He thrusts hard, pinning me to the wall.

“You promised,” I whimper, pulling at the last threads of my sanity. “You promised we’d do this my way.” He pauses, looking up at me, questions in his eyes.

“What do you need, Mistress?” he mumbles, licking his lips.

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