Page 17 of Desire

Chapter 14

I bristled at his tone,but excused myself and started walking to one of the couches in the common area. Connor snatched my hand in his and pulled me along with him toward the rooms in the back. I attempted to tug my hand out of his, but he refused to loosen his grip so I gave up resisting. I didn’t want to make a scene in public, but when we got to our destination, he would be getting an earful. His macho man attitude pissed me off. Besides, I needed to know what he’d found out about Alex.

A sense of déjà vu ran through me as I followed Connor into the second room on the right. I wondered if he’d chosen this room specifically, or if it was purely coincidental. Either way, I stood in the middle of the room like before.

“Strip,” came the same command from behind me.

Unlike last time, I turned to face him, ignoring the command. “What the hell is wrong with you tonight? You were rude to Daniel.”

“Daniel?” he asked in a low tone. “When the fuck did you meet Daniel?”

I crossed my arms over my chest and cocked my head showing him how unaffected I was by his question. “I met him last night when he came by my house. He wanted to ask me some questions about Alex and the phone calls I received from him. He said you spoke to him about the case.”

He huffed in disgust. “I told him everything in confidence. He had no business coming to you about this. I told you I would take care of everything.”

I stared at him in irritation. “He’s with the police, Connor. He has every business coming to me if it involves helping my son. Jesus, you sound jealous or some—”

I stopped mid-sentence when I saw his cheeks flush at the word jealous. I gasped. “You are, aren’t you? You’re jealous of Daniel. Oh, this is rich. The big, bad Dom is jealous of the cop.”

“I’m not jealous,” he argued. “You’re a sub, Bridget. It’s who you are. You need dominance. I highly doubt Webber knows the first thing about the kink lifestyle.”

“Who said anything about him dominating me? I just met him last night, for God’s sake. And what does that have to do with anything? He wants to help me with Alex, not get in my pants.”

Now, it was his turn to laugh. “You have to be kidding me, right? Of course he wants to get in your pants. He’s a guy. Het guys want to get in a woman’s pants. It’s how we’re wired.”

I glared at him. “So, what you’re telling me is that the only reason a man would be interested in me is to get in my pants? He might not want to actually have a conversation and get to know me? You know what, never mind. We’re getting off topic here. Look, he offered to help. I’m taking all the help I can get. I don’t care who offers it. I only care about Alex. And you still haven’t told me what you found out. He should be your first priority, not this irrational jealousy about Daniel. He is willing to help me. I think I’ll go talk to him about seeing Alex. Go beat your chest somewhere else. I’m out of here.”

I stepped to move past him when he grabbed my arm and jerked me around to face him. Without another word spoken, he slammed his mouth down on mine. He devoured my lips like I was his last meal and he would never get enough. The kiss went on forever, and I never wanted it to end.

He fisted my hair and roughly pulled my head back. My gasp was more of surprise than pain. Our eyes met, and I saw his had darkened to almost black with arousal. He was breathing heavy, and I realized my breathing matched his.

“I’ve let you get away with being a brat for too long, Bridget. It stops now. Do you understand?” he growled, his voice deepened with desire.

I half-heartedly struggled against his grip. Then, I did something that always got me in trouble. I opened my big, fat mouth. “Oh, yeah? What are you going to do about it?”

He laughed, low and deep, sending shivers down my spine. “I’m going to give you something to do with that mouth that will keep you quiet.”

He kept his hand fisted in my hair holding me in place. My gaze dropped, and I followed the movement of his other hand as he slowly lowered his pants enough to pull out his cock. He guided me down to my knees so I knelt in front of him.

“Suck,” he ordered.

I stared at the beautiful specimen of manhood in front of me and licked my lips. In my slowness to follow his command, he thrust his hips forward and pressed it against my mouth, pushing it open. “I said, suck.”

My reflexes took over and I began sucking, hollowing my cheeks with each pass as he began thrusting in and out. He fisted both hands in my hair and controlled the speed of my bobbing head. He also pushed himself farther into my mouth, going deeper in my throat with each thrust until finally, I was deep-throating him. I sucked for everything I was worth, and when I ran out of breath the slight popping sound of him removing his cock from my mouth sounded in the room.

“Take a deep breath and be prepared to swallow everything I give you. You better not spill a single drop or there will be consequences.”

I barely had time to inhale before he thrust back into my mouth, and he quickened his previously slow thrusts. I couldn’t resist reaching up to cup his balls and only hoped he allowed it. When he didn't force me to remove my hand, I stroked and played with his sac as I took in his entire length. I felt his balls draw up under my touch and a few deep pumps later, his seed exploded down my throat. I swallowed it all down, working my throat feverishly so as not to miss any. When I drank the last drop, he pulled my head away from him.

“Now, strip. Don’t make me tell you a third time.”

I clumsily rose to my feet, almost on autopilot, and began removing my clothes. He observed me with hooded eyes as he finished removing his pants. When I stood naked he slung me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Oomph,” I exhaled as the breath left me.

He flung me onto the bed, and before I even settled, he was straddling me. He grabbed my hands, placing them above my head. He stared deep into my eyes and I was unable to look away.

“You’re mine tonight, Bridget.”

I shivered at his words. I ignored the sense of dread that sank deep in the pit of my stomach about how everything would change after tonight. Even though I thought I knew where this was leading physically, I knew the road it took me on emotionally would be vastly different than Connor’s path. For him, this was about jealousy and anger. It was about showing me who was in charge. I knew and accepted it.

Yes, I could safeword my way out of it. He didn’t know my specific word, but “Red” was almost universal, and I could use it if I needed to. We still had not discussed negotiations or limits. And that didn’t look like it was going to change any time soon. Nothing was different, except a slight shift in my feelings for Connor since the last time we were in this room, and I knew this was going to end badly. Connor still hadn’t made any effort to discover my wants or needs. He was too focused on his jealousy. I also knew this would be about him showing me that I couldn’t handle what he dished out. Yeah, I definitely didn’t see this turning out well for either of us.

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