Page 41 of Dominated

Bale

Pepper was thinking with her heart. That was because she’d grown feelings for me.

I could see it.

Feel it.

But at this moment and for the next several hours before I asked her that all-important question, I needed her focused on her body.

And me.

A man who wanted to breathe so hard against her clit until she was fucking screaming to come.

I wanted her to listen to her pussy.

I wanted her to take off her clothes and get on the table so I could tie her wrists and shackle her ankles. Her moaning,Yesss, was the only thing I wanted to hear.

But she hadn’t moved.

She hadn’t voiced anything.

She was so lost in her thoughts and questions that she was locked.

“I know you want this.” I rubbed my hands together, wishing it were her ass, which I’d like to fucking slap right now. “If you don’t … then you’d better stop me.”

I moved around to her side of the table, gripping her waist the second she was within reach, turning her toward me, and pulling her close.

She faced me without a fight.

Without breaking eye contact.

And as I brought her in even more, I watched her breathing increase, I saw her pulse hammer away, I felt the heat rise through the fabric that covered her.

“Are you going to let me give you what we want?” I placed two fingers under her chin and tilted her head up. “Or are you going to disobey me?”

Goddamn it, I missed her lips.

Her fucking smile.

When her wetness was dripping over me, her tightness squeezing my cock.

Most of all, her presence.

The pad of my thumb traced across her mouth, the softness of her lips brushing against my skin.

“Why are you back, Bale?”

She had other questions—I could see them in her eyes.

Hell, she probably had fucking hundreds by now.

“It’s not time to discuss that yet.”

“Give me something.” She scanned my eyes. “Please.”

“I told you—”

“I need more.”

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