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I comply, unsure of his next move. Snaking an arm behind my back, Finn smoothly slides us back onto the center of the bed, readying us to get lost among the sheets.

Chapter 15

Finn

Once I’ve settled us in the middle of the bed and have more room to dedicate to pleasing her, Lena hesitantly moves her hands to explore. I hold myself above her with my hands on either side of her head. Her nails dig in as she squeezes the muscles of my arms. Her pupils dilate when I flex my shoulders. Feeling admired by her is unexpected. Despite her hesitancies, maybe Lena wants me the same way I want her.

I drop to my elbows, and our chests meet in a steady rise and fall. Lena moans as I tease her, pressing between her wet folds. Her grip on my shoulders increases, pulling me closer to her desire. Needy little whimpers tell me she’s close, too close. Teasing now is too cruel.

I deliver what she needs and press my cock into the tightly clenched walls of her pussy. She moans, throwing her head back, squeezing hard. I fuck her hard and deep as she writhes in pleasure. The trust she’s given me by embracing each of my thrusts rivals nothing I’ve ever felt before. It’s pure and honest.

“Come on my cock, Kathleen,” I command a breath before she comes undone, screaming.

It’s intense. She’s perfect.

Panting, she shudders under me as aftershocks of her orgasm rip through her. I slow my thrusting, moving her through the climax that’s broken her fever, for now.

“More, please,” Lena begs. Her body curls forward. “Hard.”

As much as I want to, I can’t deny her while she’s in heat for commanding me in such a way. I don’t. But I won’t make it easy for her to find that next orgasm. Sliding myself from deep within, I pull myself from my place on top of her. There’s no need to punish demanding behavior, but a little correction may help her learn her place.

Lena snarls in angry denial. Her eyes are hard, locked on me as she lies on her back, propped up by her elbows. The glare she gives me is icy despite the desire I can smell.

Fierce faolan. I smirk as I untangle myself from her.

“Finn,” Lena growls as I walk away from the bed. I reach for my pants on the floor, and she objects again. “Fuck you, Finn.”

Her little temper tantrum draws a laugh from me. Oh, faolan, you’re in so much trouble. The correction quickly turns into a small punishment.

Picking up my pants, I slide my belt from them. When I look back, Lena’s eyes widen, but a battle wages within her. The slightest nibble on her bottom lip is a telltale sign of her arousal.

“You’ll remember not to speak to me that way,” I warn her, focusing on her. “I am your Dominant. I am your mate. That will be respected even if you’re begging and desperate for my cock. You don’t make demands here, faolan.”

There is no fear in Lena, as made evident in the way she rolls her eyes upon my approach. Is it because she’s never been struck before, or because she doesn’t think I will? The implication that she’s been with other Dominants leads me to think neither is true. Little masochistic, faolan? What has the kink lifestyle shown you?

She analyzes me, trying to anticipate my next move. The challenge to keep Lena guessing is one I’m ready to meet. Grabbing hold of her ankle, I pull her toward me. Her body skates across the bed, elbows falling and no longer supporting her; she’s flat on her back. Wisely Lena tries to pull her legs together, but I have other plans.

Using her ankle, I roll her over on the bed.

Lena yelps, shocked as the tail end of the belt’s leather cuts across her ass. It’s a sweet sound, and my cock throbs.

“Ass up, Kathleen,” I order.

My little temptress obeys with a large sway of her hips, putting her knees tight together, taunting. She keeps her chest down to the bed, supporting her weight on her elbows. It’s a near-perfect presentation and a better view of that sweet cunt. Any doubt that she has little experience in a Dominant and submissive relationship goes out the window.

Stepping closer, I fold the belt in my hand. I run the loop up her calf and along the back of her thigh. Lena squirms and clenches.

“Anticipation killing you yet, Kathleen?” I growl, running my hand down her back.

I’m rock-hard. I want to fuck her again, take her right here, right now.

Lena breathes deeply but doesn’t answer me. I push her knees apart with my hand, opening my access to her. Sliding my belt up between her legs causes Lena’s body to jolt at the misdirect. Slowly, I pull it up around the curve of her ass before smacking it down on the opposite cheek.

Startled, she yelps.

“What do you want?” I ask her, running the belt back the other way. “Tell me, faolan.”

“Fuck me,” Lena groans as she pushes out her hips and ass, hoisting slightly higher.

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