Page 17 of Carnal

I retreat, keeping my lips an inch from hers. I want her full submission, and it includes this. In a firm tone, I order, "Tell me."

"You do," she squeaks.

"Say it again and call me Sir," I demand.

She hesitates, her eyes watering.

"Pina—"

A tear rolls down her cheek. "You do, Sir!"

I kiss her tear and move my hands to her ass. Stepping away from the wall, I kiss her while carrying her to the bedroom. I flip her on her stomach and order, "Lie flat and don't move. If you do, I'll tie you up and leave until tomorrow morning."

She obeys, and every dominant part of my soul sings louder. I wait a moment at the door, making sure she doesn't move. Then I go to the other room, grab my pants, and remove my knife from the pocket. I return to the bedroom and cage my body over hers. I kiss her neck and murmur, "Stay still, or you'll get hurt."

I could just unzip her leather outfit, but everything in me wants to keep displaying that I'm the boss in this situation. In one fluid move, I slash the back of the gold leather then toss my knife on the floor. I push the material to both sides of her body until it rests on the bed then force her legs apart.

She turns her face toward me, the spark in her eyes brighter than I've ever seen.

"Face toward the headboard, hands pressed against it," I demand.

She hesitates.

I add, "Or I can leave."

She exhales a deep breath then presses her palms against the brown suede. Her tongue swipes across her mouth, and she turns her head as instructed.

I leap over her, nudging her legs wider, then pressing my skin to hers. Her floral perfume flares in my nostrils, and I breathe deeper. The tip of my cock teases her wet heat, and I kiss the back of her neck, deciding there's no way this is a onetime event. She's more perfect than I anticipated. This isn't an itch that can quickly get resolved. I'm going to have her past tonight. I state, "I require your full submission. Not just tonight but going forward. Do you understand me?"

She tries to look at me.

I hold her head in the forward position, asserting, "When I order you to do something, you do it. And I never permitted you to move, did I?"

The sound of her short breaths gets louder.

I push, "Answer me. Did I permit you?"

She replies, "No."

"Then you're ready to submit fully?" I question.

She closes her eyes and inhales deeply.

I drag my hand down her spine, and she shudders. "You want me to stay or go? I need a clear answer," I declare.

The internal fight within her continues. She stays frozen, not saying a word.

Everything about her reaction increases my excitement. This is the Pina I know, headstrong and always trying to be in control. I threaten, "Three. T—"

"I understand," she cries out.

"Good girl," I praise, then suck on the curve of her neck, hold her hands against the headboard, and thrust inside her.

Her moan echoes in the air. Every time I pound into her, the muscles in her arms strain from her pushing against the headboard, which helps me go deeper. Endorphins rip through my body, creating so many sensations, I have a hard time keeping it together.

Pina's whimpers get louder. The smell of her arousal swirls with her floral perfume. Her sweat mingles with mine as my body slides over hers.

It doesn't take long before she climaxes. Her frame trembles underneath mine. And there's no more holding out. I release into her, harder than I ever remember. My orgasm pummels into hers, creating a euphoria so powerful, I could die happy right now.

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