Page 18 of Dominated

“I want that to be part of our deal.” She nodded toward my body, her stare eventually dropping to my cock.

“What do you mean?”

“I want more than just your tongue, Bale. I want”—her finger rose in the air, outlining my body—“all of it.”

A smile moved across my mouth as I danced around her statement. “You saw my crown in your private room. You knew exactly what was underneath these boxer briefs. So, you shouldn’t look as surprised as you do right now.”

“I’m not just talking about your crown. I’m talking about the whole package.” She connected our eyes. “Every single inch of your body. I want it. I want it to be mine.”

About two feet of space separated us, and I closed the distance, handing her the foil before I surrounded her hips with my hands. “Take it then. Show me how it’s yours.”

She tore the corner off with her teeth, and once she pulled out the latex, she aimed the tip of the rubber against me, rolling it over my shaft. “Make me scream.”

“I believe I already did that.”

“So expertly, yes.” She traced my mouth with the pads of her fingers. “But I want to do it louder. I want to come even harder. I want this cock”—she guided it toward her pussy—“to give me orgasms I’ve never felt before.”

“That I can do.”

“I know.”

I brushed my crown across her entrance, spreading her wetness, preparing her for the pounding I was about to give her.

Pleasure wasn’t just about speed.

If Pepper didn’t know that, she was about to.

It was also about power. Control. The way I could mentally and physically coax her toward an orgasm.

This wasn’t a job for a novice. Someone who didn’t know their way around a woman’s body. It was a job for a man who listened to what women wanted.

Needed.

Who put their requirements first.

That was me.

And one thing I knew for sure was that when Pepper woke up tomorrow morning from the right side of my bed, every single part of her body was going to feel satisfied.

And she was going to remember this evening for the rest of her life.

And she was going to crave this—me—every night that followed.

I gripped the top of her ass, and I pulled her toward the very edge of the counter. The height couldn’t be more perfect. I didn’t have to bend. I didn’t have to raise myself higher. She was in a position where I could slide right into her.

But I went slow.

I was careful.

I was aware of my size and how it could work against me if I didn’t take my time.

“Yesss.” She eyed my mouth, like my parted lips were penetrating her. “Fuck, you’re big.”

I held both sides of her face, holding her lips close to mine. “And you’re so fucking tight.” That was the moment I ravished her mouth, my tongue sliding in much faster than my cock.

Because I wouldn’t hurry this.

I wouldn’t force my way into her.

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