“Better than I expected, if I’m honest.”
A satisfied smile ghosts across his mouth. “But I will point out that you broke position.”
I blink. How had I not realized that?
“I’ll collect on that transgression later.”
Deep inside, fear and arousal twist together. “But?—”
With a sharp shake of his head, the cuts me off. “Rules are rules. They will be obeyed.”
What have I gotten myself into?
“For now…” He helps me up and holds me steady while circulation returns to my legs.
When I’m recovered, he leads me to the couch.
He clamps his hands on my hipbones, holding me upright as he sits. Then he offers me a condom. “Please put it on me.”
My fingers waver, and I’m not sure how I manage not to drop the package, but I finally manage to get the latex protection in place.
Perfect.” He’s hard, his cock angling toward me. “Now you’re going to kneel over me so that I can ensure you’re wet enough to take me without a problem.”
“I’m fine, Stryker.” Better than that actually. “I promise you.”
In that maddening way of his, he quirks a brow. “Did I ask you?”
Closing my eyes, I sigh.
He tweaks one of my nipples, making me yelp.
“Answer me.”
“No! You didn’t ask.”
He tips his head to one side, as if waiting for me to go on.
Then I realize I need to correct myself. “You didn’t ask, Sir.”
“Does my command need to be repeated?”
I hesitate. “What if it does?”
“Oh my sweetheart of a vixen. If you don’t hear me or comprehend what I’m saying, that’s one thing.”
And…
“If you’re being willfully obstinate, pushing, testing, behaving like a brat to get my attention or hoping for a punishment, that’s another.”
I wrinkle my nose.
And suddenly I’m feeling a little reckless. “What was it I was supposed to do again?”
A slow grin crosses his face, but he doesn’t behave the way I expect.
Instead, he repeats himself, enunciating every word. Then he guides me onto the cushions, my legs on the sides of his thighs.
Blinking, surprised there were no repercussions for being sassy, I remain where I am, kneeling slightly above his cock. Waiting.