Page 56 of Big Bad Bully
“You want me to pull you across my lap and spank this gorgeous ass until it’s hot to the touch.”
Oh dear lord. I’m going to come again.
He must sense it because I note the smugness creeping into his expression. He goes on, mercilessly. “You want to know what it’s like to be held down while I fuck you hard.”
I find myself breathless, staring into his pale gray eyes. So far, he’s dead on.
He brings his other hand to the front of my hips, between our bodies. The moment he cups me from the front, stimulating both my anus and clit at the same time, I go off.
My hips buck, and I gasp. I’d lose my balance except I’m sandwiched between his strong arms. It’s hardly anything–he’s not moving his fingers. Not rubbing or circling. He’s just applying pressure to both places and making me come like I’ve never been touched before.
He leans his head forward and bites my neck, a little too hard.
I jerk at the sensation.
The bulge of his cock tents his trousers and presses against my belly. I’m about to reach for it and give him pleasure in return, but the smug bastard gloats, “A little over sixty seconds, but still, here we are again.”
I’d push away, but I don’t want it to stop.
Now he starts to slowly slide the fingers cupping my pussy up and down, stroking over my clothes. An aftershock rolls through me like a wave of pleasure washing up on the beach.
“I think you want to have control taken from you so you don’t have to be in charge for a change. You’re a highly capable, intelligent, and creative powerhouse who has been moving mountains all by herself, probably from a young age. You want someone else to take the lead for a change.”
That makes my eyes sting. Maybe he does really see me. Until this moment, I believed he only saw what I wanted him to see. The bad-ass best friend of the girl he screwed over. The one who was going to make him pay for his sins.
Now I’m suddenly exposed. Wondering how and when he peeked past my fortress of defenses to see a real person, not a caricature.
The finger between my ass cheeks presses in with a slow pulse. I grind against his hand in front.
“You want to pretend you’re at my mercy while knowing you’re safe.” He lifts his head and catches my gaze. I suspect my eyes are glassy because it’s hard to focus on his handsome face. “Aubrey, you can trust if you say no at any point, I’ll respect it.”
Now he’s not observing me, he’s offering something.
“I propose a mutually beneficial arrangement. You retain your right to all your scorn and disdain for me while still submitting to pleasure at my hands.” He gives another delicious rub of his fingers between my legs and another ripple of pleasure releases. “I guarantee your sexual satisfaction, your physical and emotional safety, and an absence of any commitment or a relationship.”
Billy
Something in Aubrey’s scent turns sour. I catch a flash of anger in her brown eyes.
I immediately release her, and she stumbles back.
As I watch her expression shutter, my wolf surges to the fore. I almost had her. He’s furious I let the opportunity slip by.
“I sense I missed something that is important to you,” I say.
The more we get out in the open, the better I can negotiate. I need to know what her pain points are. What she wants from me. What she won’t stand for.
What did I leave out? She can’t possibly want a relationship. She would never want to be associated with a man like me. Just like I wouldn’t want to be associated with a female like her. A human. A hippie artist who leaves a wake of chaos and trouble behind her.
I shrug my shoulders in the most casual way I can manage. “This is a negotiation. Feel free to submit your counteroffer.”
The mutt she brought to annoy me chooses this moment to bark. He’s some kind of Shih-poo mutt–still a puppy. Probably the runt of the litter. We have that in common.
“Uh-uh.” I make the reprimand sharp, and he instantly responds, lowering his head and rolling to his back to show his belly. At least he’s smart.
Mastering a dog is easy for a shifter. The pup recognizes my alpha dominance, and we share low-level telepathy as fellow pack animals.
Aubrey’s face is flushed, giving her brown skin a glorious glow. She lifts her chin at me. “I’m the one in charge. You submit.”
