Page 16 of We're Not Strangers Anymore

I take her up the marble staircase and down the long hall into our bedroom, laying her on the bed and pinning her wrists above her head with one hand.

“Relax for me baby,” I say softly, “it doesn’t have to be this way.”

“Fuck you-”

I cover her mouth with my free hand before she can even finish.

“Fine. I gave you a choice and you chose to make it a punishment,” I say, my breathing growing heavy, “so now you can take what you asked for.”

I remove my hand from her mouth and unzip my pants exposing my hard cock, still pinning her wrists with my other hand. Rowan’s eyes drop down and widen, her face is immediately ridden with fear. Her little joke at the restaurant doesn’t seem so funny to her now.

“Okay I-I’m sorry I’ll stop talking back, I’ll do what you want you want I-”

“You what? Thought I had a small dick right?”

“I- I’m sorry.” She says, breathing heavily.

“Oh don’t be sorry to me, love,” I say with a malicious grin, pushing her dress up with my free hand and grinding against her. “You’re the one that has to take it.”

She lets out a soft moan, arching her back as I grind my hard cock against the outside of her panties.

I lean down biting her neck “You like this don’t you Rowan? You like me taking what I want from you. Stop pretending.”

“No I-”

“Flirted with the waiter all night didn’t you?” I interrupt her, thrusting my cock against her. “Didn’t you?!” I can feel my anger building as I picture the way she looked at him.

I grip her black lace panties and tear them off of her with one hard rip.

Taking my hand that's holding her wrists, I slowly trail my fingers down her body before reaching her pussy. “Who does this belong to, darling?” I whisper, leaning down and kissing her from her neck down to her nipples that are hard through her dress, while swirling my middle finger just outside her entrance.

“Not you.” She snaps, clutching the comforter of the bed.

“Hm,” I bite down hard on her collarbone causing her to wince before rising up on both of my hands, and towering over her. “Wrong answer. I guess we better change that. Spread your legs Rowan.”

She lays there staring at me with a scowl on her face.

“Did that sound like a fucking question?” I slap her inner thigh and then rub out the sting. “Open. Now.”

She opens her legs for me reluctantly, exposing her glistening pussy. She’s dripping wet. “Look at that,” I grin at her. “You’re wet for me, Row.”

She covers her face with both hands out of embarrassment. She’s embarrassed that she gets off on me punishing her, she’s embarrassed that her thoughts aren’t as innocent as her body. It’s making me harder.

“Now relax for me baby.” I say gently as I spit on my hand and stroke my cock.

“Eyes on me.” I demand.

She opens her eyes, staring up at me and tears spill down her face. She looks fucking gorgeous like this, her wet eyelashes stuck together. I settle between her legs, grinding the tip of my cock against her entrance. Her legs fall further apart for me and she lets out the softest moan.

I lean down to whisper in her ear, still rubbing the head of my dick against her. “What do you want, Rowan?”

She takes in a ragged breath. “I-stop. I want you to stop.”

“Tell me you’ll be a good girl for me then.”

She lets out a shaky breath and grinds against me. She’s loving this right now. She thinks she’s hiding it well but I’m devouring every reaction she’s giving me.

“You have to say it with your words, Row.” I say, my voice almost strained from feeling her hips roll against me.

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