Page 101 of Force Play

“Have you met Indie?” Poppy jokes.

“Yeah, maybe not the best idea,” I agree half-heartedly.

When I walk through the door to her apartment thirty minutes later, I find her curled up in a ball on the couch. Her eyes are red and unfocused as ESPN highlights play in the background. I drop to my knees, pushing the hair out of her face.

“What’s going on?” I softly stroke my hand over her head.

She shifts under the thin blanket that’s draped over her, sitting up and making the material slip off down her body, exposing an ivory corset with a sheer panel down the front. “I wanted to surprise you when you got home, but even with this on I don’t feel sexy, just bloated and gross from the injections.”

“May I?” She shivers when my fingers graze her thighs, freeing the blanket from where it’s pooled around her waist, revealing a matching pair of strappy panties. “Fucking stunning. No one else does what you do to me. Don’t doubt that for even a second, but if you’re not feeling it, I’ll run you a bath and thaw out some cookie dough. This outfit…” I bite my fist taking in the soft fabric that hugs her per curves. “Gorgeous just like you, but I’d take you in sweats any day of the week.”

“I just wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done, but then I started crying for no reason and it all snowballed from there. Now you’re here and you should be out celebrating. Instead, you’re stuck home with a whiny version of me that I don’t even want to be around.”

“I’m right where I’m supposed to be. Are you kidding me? I get to come home to a damn vision in lace and mesh on the couch.”

“You like it?” She sniffles scooting forward on the couch, making room for me between her legs.

My hands land on the tops of her knees. “Like it, I more than like it, Baby. I’ve never seen anything more perfect.” She toys with the thin gold ring on her pointer finger, spinning it in circles.

“I had this whole plan in my head. You were going to love it.”

“I have no doubt. Want to tell me about it?” I ask, my thumb rubbing over the inside of her knee in slow, rhythmic circles.

“It might be more fun if I show you.” Her hands come to the side of my face, and she leans forward, kissing me slowly, pressing her tongue into my mouth. Each swipe builds her confidence back up until she pulls back and gives me my first look at the spirited woman I’m used to.

“I’d love that, but I don’t want you to do it for me.”

“This is just as much for me. I need this, Dom.”

“I’m yours,” I reassure her, standing from where I was kneeling at the couch, but when I hold out my hand to bring her with me, she doesn’t take it. Instead, she drops to her knees in front of me. I groan, instantly hard, and about to come in pants at the sight of her on her knees for me in this outfit. She looks ethereal and I can’t get enough of it. “You want my cock in that pretty mouth, Firecracker?”

“I do.”

“Fuck yes you do, and so do I,” some primal part of me roars at her words.

“Then take it out for me.” She looks up at me, her eyes shining with confidence now, and works my belt loose. Her hand covers me over my briefs and I hiss in a breath through my teeth when she squeezes me. “See how hard you make me. I always want you, that’ll never change.” My thumb runs over her bottom lips and I pull it down. “The whole damn world is at my feet right now and it’s so fucking perfect.”

My cock springs free, bobbing against my stomach when she tugs my briefs down. With her mouth open, she sticks her tongue out flat and I grip the base of my aching dick. Looking up at me through her dark lashes she pulls me forward by my hips, feeding herself my cock, inch by inch.

Jesus, this woman is going to be the death of me. No one is stronger, more beautiful, or a better match for me. She takes everything she can until she’s pulling off and alternating working me with her hand and licking around the crown. When I hit the back of her throat, I’m barely hanging on. I try to tug her off, but she shakes her head.

“You’re killing me,” I groan. The need to be inside her is beating like a drum through my body, but she’s not stopping. If anything, she’s doubling down, swirling her tongue and sucking harder. “I can’t hang on,” I say through clenched teeth.

Fucking finally, she pops off, her fingers still wrapped around my shaft.

“If you can’t fill my pussy with your cum, fill my mouth.” Her eyes are filled with wicked delight, and I’m blown away by all of it, but mostly how thoroughly she’s taking her power back. So much has changed in the blink of an eye, and even though we can’t have sex during this step in the process of freezing her eggs, she’s not going to let that stop her from taking what she needs.

“Jesus,” I choke out, pushing her hair out of her face. I have to roll my lips together to stop the stream of words that are fighting to get out. Not because I’m not ready to say them, or even because she’s not ready to hear them, but because right now, with her on her knees licking her lips at the sight of my cock, it doesn’t feel like the right time. “Are you going to let me spill every drop down this pretty throat?” My fingers brush over her cheekbones before anchoring themselves at the base of her neck and giving it gentle squeeze.

Her lips tilt up in a devious smile and she puts me back in her mouth, then places my free hand on the back of her head. My resolve unravels and I give her what she’s asking for, pumping in and out of her hot mouth until my thighs are burning and she’s swallowing all of me. “Fuck, Indie,” I pant out.

When I slip out of her mouth, she kisses my thigh before letting her forehead rest against my tattoo. As soon as I’m steady enough that I’m sure my legs are going to work, I’m pulling her up off the ground and into my arms.

“Let me take you to bed and take care of you now.”

“You just did. You gave me my confidence back.”

“So you’re saying you don’t want an orgasm?”

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