Page 53 of Brody
“You want to be made to submit,” he finished for me.
My words failed me again, so I just nodded.
“I’m guessing you don’t get many opportunities for that sort of role.” His gaze traveled up and down my body, and I knew exactly what he was talking about. Somehow, the fact that Brody already understood before I’d even managed to speak it out loud made the words easier to say.
I laughed with a sad little puff of air. “Yeah. Anytime I suggest any sort of powerplay in bed, people always take one look at me and assume I want to be dominant. It’s hard to convince them otherwise. I mean, I get it. I’m not the pretty little twink you usually picture when you think of a submissive, but…”
I sighed, and my first instinct was to just say we should forget I’d ever suggested anything. However, I steeled my nerves and tried one last time, looking Brody directly in the eye with all the confidence I had.
“Just once I wish I didn’t have to defend myself. That when I told my partner my preferences, they’d just believe me, and that they’d want the same thing. And… and I was hoping you’d be that person.”
The hand on my chest slid higher until it rested on my collarbone, just under my throat.
“So, you want me to pin you down and own you.”
While technically a question, he said it with the certainty of a statement.
Swallowing again and holding my breath in anticipation, I nodded.
He moved his hand higher until it wrapped around my throat.
“I can do that.”
Just for a moment, his grip tightened, cutting off my air. Then, he shoved me backward, so I fell onto the bed. I barely had time to brace myself and keep track of my sprawling limbs before he was on me.
The last of our clothing was ripped away and tossed across the room where it was immediately forgotten. It was a warm night, but I still shivered under Brody’s gaze.
“Not getting overwhelmed already, are you?” he asked as he ran a hand down my side.
I responded by arching my back enough to grind our hips together.
He chuckled under his breath, creating a deep sound that made all the hair on my body stand on end. “I’ll take that as ano. Now, be patient. I need to get some stuff.”
I assumed I knew what he needed to get. We’d had sex in this bed before, and I’d already seen him fetch condoms and lube from the nightstand before. So, I was surprised when instead of simply reaching over for the nearby drawer, he stood from the bed and completely left the room.
Sitting on the bed, I was left there, stunned. For a moment, there was nothing but silence and I assumed he’d come right back. Then, faintly, I heard the sound of the back door opening.
Brody was completely naked. He couldn’t have left the house. Although, it was his property, and there were no neighbors to spy on him, so I supposed he could do whatever he wanted.
But why?
He seemed eager for what we were about to do. Surely, he hadn’t gotten cold feet and left me.
I debated going after him, counting the moments in my head until his return. When nearly a minute passed, I began to grow nervous and wandered toward the bedroom door.
My hand was almost on the handle when it suddenly opened. Luckily it swung away from me, otherwise it would have smacked me right in the face.
Brody stood in the doorway, nearly filling the entire space and trapping me inside the room without even trying. In his hand, he held a length of cotton rope.
“Getting impatient already?” he asked as he wound the rope around his hand as if testing its strength. “I told you to be patient.”
My eyes tracked the movement of the rope. It creaked a bit when pulled taught, and the sound made something deep in my gut clench with anticipation. “You were gone for a while.”
He gave the rope an extra twist, emphasizing the soft sound it made. “Took me longer to find this than I thought. But still…” He let go of the rope with one hand and reached up to cup my cheek. “When I tell you to be patient, I expect you to listen.”
Then he suddenly grabbed my shoulder and spun me around so I faced away from him. Then, I was shoved harshly toward the bed. It was rare that I found someone capable of pushing me around so easily. Partners had tried in the past, but they usually just gave up and resorted to verbal orders when my size and weight proved too much for them.
Yet, Brody manhandled me so easily, it felt like my flesh and blood body had suddenly been replaced by paper. I stumbled and barely managed to catch myself on the bed, so I was on my hands and knees on the mattress.
