Page 4 of In Control

I yank at his jacket as he circles my clit. He’s teasing me. No plans to get me off quickly despite my needy little pleads.

“Make me come,” I order, pulling him toward me and claiming that mouth of his. His stubble is rough against my cheek, in contrast to his surprisingly soft lips.

There’s that growl and I’m debating what else I could say to make him do it again, when the pace of his fingers quickens. He’s flicking me now. Harder. With more precision and more authority.

The alpha is going to make me come. Like I asked. Like I demanded.

I smile against his mouth. Liking the way that makes me feel powerful.

Alphas, they’re all about the power. The dominance. The control.

It’s a kick to have the tables turn.

However, they don’t turn for long.

As my legs begin to shake and my core tightens, my kiss turning sloppy against his lips, he stills.

“No,” I stutter, my eyes flying open. I was so close, so achingly close. I stare straight up into those dark eyes of his.

“You forgot to say please, little one.”

I frown at him. He flicks me and I buck, chasing that feeling. A little more of that and I’ll be crashing over into the abyss.

“Don’t frown at me. Where are your manners?”

“I’m not into games.” I scowl at him.

“I think you are. I don’t think you’d be here right now if you weren’t.” He rubs his finger tip against my sensitive nub. “Now come on, ask me nicely.” He leans closer, his breath warm in my ear. “And I’ll give you what you want.”

“Please,” I mutter through clenched teeth, wanting his clever fingers to keep moving in that insanely good way.

“Please … Alpha.”

Shit. Is this what alphas are like? They like their games. I know that. I’ve seen it in classrooms and faculty meetings all my life. They are predators and they like to tease their prey.

But his fingers are stroking around me now, refusing me their pleasure where I need them most. So I’m prepared to play his little game. For the moment, anyway.

“Please Alpha.”

He chuckles and then his fingers flicker against my nub so quickly, so powerfully, it rips the orgasm from my core and shoots it through my body, right to the very tips of my fingers and my toes.

“Oh God!” I cry out against his shoulder, his jacket muffling the sound.

When I stop shaking in his arms, he sweeps his finger back to my hole.

“Wet,” he says. “See that’s better. You’re ready for me now.”

I wonder how long we’ve been in this dark room. Will my mother have missed me yet? Is she looking for me? Perhaps the performance has already ended.

“Going to fuck you now, little one,” the alpha says, hands gripping my arse and lifting me up.

“‘Please’,” I say with as much sarcasm as I can manage after an orgasm that rearranged my senses. “You forgot to say ‘please’.” Another growl. I squirm in his arms. “It’s only polite,Alpha.”

“You like playing with fire?”

“Only when the pyromaniac in question has good manners.”

I hear the zip of his fly and he wraps my legs around him.

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