He groans as if he’s in pain. “Jesus fuck!”
“I want you to dominate me, own me, fuck me like I’m your slut!”
His lips are back on mine now, hovering mere inches away as he grasps the back of my neck. “Then don’t see him again!”
I squeeze my eyes shut. My breath grows choppy as I rub my core against his thigh faster and harder. “I’m going to come, Rick!”
Tightening his grip on my neck, he removes his thigh and covers my mouth with his other hand. “I’m not letting you come until you agree not to see him again.”
I can’t respond because of the palm over my mouth, but my nostrils flare as indignation rises up inside me.
“You want me to make you come? You want me to hit you and call you dirty words? Don’t see him again!”
He lets go and stalks out, leaving me throbbing and yearning. My cheek stings more than ever, like a preview or a teaser into the dark things he could offer me. I want it! I want everything he promises and more.
“Fuck!” I groan, my head falling back between my shoulders as the bell rings. My panties are soaked, and my clit throbs with need. Just great!