Page 49 of Tamed

His fingertip pressed a little harder, then he leaned in and covered my mouth with his, delivering another of those hot, raw, deep kisses that made every part of me shake. I wanted to put my arms around his neck. I wanted to press my palms against his chest. I just wanted to touch him, for God’s sake, but I couldn’t.

All I could do was glory in that fierce kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth. I tried to return it, tried to kiss him back, but then his finger slid slowly over my clit then around and around, teasing me unmercifully.

I moaned against his mouth, my body arching, my hips lifting helplessly, searching for the friction I needed. The pressure was unbelievable, holding out impossible.

“You’re not allowed to come, little girl,” he warned. “Not under any circumstances.”

Then stop touching me, I wanted to scream. But that’s what he wanted. He wanted me to disobey him. He wanted me to break. And me, being me, I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

I tried. Lord knows, I tried.

But when his finger moved again, sliding through the slick folds of my pussy, and pushing inside me, I was lost. He did it slowly, one finger sliding in deep and then another, and he fucked me with them as he kissed me.

And the pleasure inside me broke like a storm, the orgasm rushing inexorably over me and crushing me beneath it.

I screamed, I couldn’t help it, lost in the relentless tide of pleasure. But some part of me was conscious enough to let him know that I wasn’t totally giving in, because I sunk my teeth into his lower lip and bit him. Hard.

He laughed, the bastard, low and deep as I shook and shook with the aftershocks. “What did I say about claws?” He slid his fingers out of me then pressed them against my lips. Too dazed to realize what he was doing, I opened my mouth automatically and he eased them in. “Suck,” he ordered. “I’m disappointed. You didn’t do what I said. So now you’ll be cleaning up the mess you made.”

I'm sorry, the idiot in me wanted to say. I’m so sorry I disappointed you. There were even tears in my eyes. But I couldn’t say anything because his fingers were in my mouth and I could taste myself on them, the proof of how I’d broken.

But there was some spark of defiance left alive in me and I bit him again, because whatever he’d said about claws and lessons, and doing what he said, I still wasn’t going to give in.

He cursed, pulling his fingers out of my mouth, and as soon as I was able, I said hoarsely, “You cheated.”

He didn’t look even the remotest bit ashamed. “I told you I was in charge, Isabel. And that if you didn’t like it, you were quite welcome to leave.”

I couldn’t get over the unfairness of it. “But you…you still cheated.”

He tilted his head, looking down at me. “You’re upset at disappointing me, I get that. You’ll have a chance to make it up to me, though. I promise.”

Yet more heat swept through me, and the aftershocks of the previous orgasm hadn't even finished with me yet. Upset at disappointing him? Was he kidding?

You were, don’t lie. You nearly cried.

I didn’t want to admit that it mattered so much, but of course it did. Ihadwantedto do what he said. I’d wanted to prove myself to him and I’d failed, and it hurt. It was such a stupid thing to be hurt about that naturally I was filled with rage.

I wanted to push him too, shock him, get under his skin the way he got under mine, prove to him that though he might think he was in charge, I had some power here as well. I wanted to make him lose control.

But how did I do that? How did I, a virgin with exactly zero experience, make a man twice my age, who’d done and seen everything, lose it?

He liked my body, I’d seen it in his eyes when I’d taken my dress off. I’d surprised him and I was pretty sure he liked that. He’d also liked spanking me — he’d been so hard afterward — and he liked fighting me too, because every time I kicked against him, he responded.

He got off on it just like I did, and it came to me in a flash of insight why: I wasn’t afraid of him. He could cow just about every person who crossed his path, but he couldn’t cow me.

A brat he’d called me. He liked me being a brat, I knew he did, and it made sense. He liked being challenged and I guess if everyone was afraid of him, not many people did. Which meant that if I wanted to rattle him, he needed to be challenged and I had to be the one who challenged him.

I looked up into his inky gaze, so close to mine. "I'm not afraid of you, you know,” I whispered. “You don’t scare me, Cal.”

For a split-second something flickered in his eyes, then it was gone. But it was too late. I knew now.

He’d been trying to scare me and was surprised it hadn’t worked.

Stupid man. Didn’t he know meat all?

He pushed himself away from the chair, standing at his full height. “I guess we’ll see, won’t we?” He gave me another long, leisurely survey. “I’m going to give you a chance to redeem yourself. You can’t come unless I say, hmm?” Then he dropped to his knees in front of me and leaned in, putting his hands on my spread thighs, and holding them down. Then he bent his head and covered my pussy with his mouth.

Lightning shocked me, pure electricity sizzling along my nerve endings as his tongue pressed against my clit. I went rigid in the chair, all the breath leaving my lungs in an explosive gasp.

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