Page 148 of For Cowgirls and Kings
I yelp, eyes snapping open at the movement.
Mateo tsks, his lips brushing against my ear once more. “Naughty girls don’t get relief. Not that easy. You wanted to be a big girl and finish cleaning your house alone,” his tongue runs over the shell of my ear, “then you wanted to be a brat and tease me, challenge me. And then you come storming in here”—his fingers bite into my raised leg, and I try to move closer to relieve the tension building from the way he has me so spread out—“pissy and expecting me to crawl or something.”
“You would crawl if I told you to,” I mumble, the words jumbled through his fingers. He chuckles, the sound reverberating through my very bones like an electrical current.
He presses a tender kiss against my pulse. “You’re right I would. But you don’t want that man right now. You want the one whose going to fuck you, however I want, wherever I want. You want me to claim you, bend you, break you. You want me tofuck you like only I can, because I want to.Because you’re mine.”
My heart, and pussy, flutter at his words and I fight off the overwhelming need to melt against him. He’s exactly right, of course, but part of me isn’t ready to give up the brat act. Not yet—not when it’s getting me exactly what I want.
I lick at his palm and he shudders before lowering his hand to sit lightly around my throat. “You’re not being very friendly, are you?” I taunt, and it’s enough to send him over the edge.
Mateo growls a second before he spins me, my braided hair whipping out in a wide circle. He grips my hips in both hands, and hoists me over his shoulder before I even realize what’s happening.
I yelp, my hands grappling for anything to hold onto, my vision blurring, as he stomps down the still bare hallway of our house—the walls just begging to be filled with frames and memories of the life we’re building together.
That doesn’t seem to be the current mission though, as he steps through a doorway, pausing only to close it behind himself. Oxygen wheezes in and out of my lungs, and I’m so disoriented I don’t know what room we’re standing in.
Not until he flops me down on a mattress, clicking on a warm light which illuminates the space. My jaw unhinges at the sight, and I drink in the various items hanging around the room with a hunger that matches that growing low in my core.
“A sex room? The secret room you’ve been working on is a sex room?” I squeak, my eyes pinging to items I recognize: a couple different style whips hanging off hooks, next to ropes and handcuffs, various dildos and vibrators on a small table, and a leather swing hanging in the corner next to them. And items I don’t recognize: some kind of metal bar with what looks like cuffs on either end, some kind of ball with leatherstraps on either side, and a pole with small leather straps hanging from the end.
He steps into view, blocking the room, and I slowly raise my gaze to his. It’s full of fire, and questions, as if he’s both confident, and nervous—always so eager to please—I can’t help but lick my lips at the sight.
How did I get so lucky?
“Do you like it?” His voice is barely above a whisper.
“It had to have cost a fortune,” I respond and his eyes narrow.
“When are you going to stop worrying about the cost of things I get formy woman?”
I smirk at that, the brat in me flicking her hair in a taunt, daring me to say the words dancing on my tongue. Leaning back on the bed, I spread my legs slightly, and then whisper, “Your woman? I thought I was your friend.”
His body shudders once, eyes closing briefly, before his hands snap out, gripping my ankles and pulling my body to the very edge of the bed.
I fight him,only a little,and he growls, like he both hates and loves my defiance. My core drips with need for him, only contained by the thin fabric of my underwear and the workout shorts covering them.
“Roll over,” he commands, and I do exactly as he says, rolling onto my stomach. His hand lands across my ass with a sharp crack, the sound filling the room. I cry out, but don’t move—having him so unhinged is a high all its own, and I wouldn’t dare wish to come down. “You want to act like a brat? You like to taunt me with that fucking‘f’word, like you don’t damn well know we’re more than that? That it makes me fucking crazy?”
I groan, pressing my toes into the floor to push my ass higher into the air, desperate for him to touch me again.
“Do you like making me crazy, Dale?”
“Yes.”
“Call me your friend one more time,” he hisses, and I shiver at the intensity in his voice.
“You are my friend, Mateo.”
A second spank lands across my ass, before his hand tangles in my braid yanking my head back. “Get on your fucking knees.”
He releases my hair, stepping away, and I scramble forward once more. Once I’ve settled into position, his hands run softly over my ass, gripping the waistband of my shorts, pulling them, and my underwear off in a single motion. Once I’m naked and spread open for him, he presses a single kiss on either cheek, a motion that sends goose bumps to pebble my skin.
“Remember, you always have the control Dale, all you have to say is stop and I will. But unless you do, I’m going to fuck the word friend right out of your vocabulary.” It’s a vow, one that races through my heart and down my spine until I feel myself dripping down my thighs.
“Don’t stop,” I whimper, mindless now with need. The delay’s at this point feel more like torture, andI need Mateo so bad it hurts.
The sound of a cap opening fills the space a second before a cool liquid drips down through my crack. His large finger follows the path, warming the liquid with each swipe through my ass, pressing harder and harder against the puckered hole there. I groan, desperate to be filled by this man, in any way he sees fit.
