Page 35 of Master Debater

A mixture of bafflement and dismay flickered across her features, and I waited to see if she’d admit to it.

“It was nice meeting your friends,” she said, fiddling with her hoop earring the way she’d been doing at the beginning of the night. “Do you think it went okay?”

“They were the ones I wanted to occasionally smack, if that’s what you mean. You were perfection, as usual.”

Bashfulness looked damn good on her, toes turning inward, the blush of her cheeks accented by a half-smile. “Flattery will get you everywhere,” she said. “Then again, you’ve already been most everywhere, so obviously when it comes to you, I’m easy.”

I strode closer. “Are you now?”

She lifted her big green eyes, unabashed desire shining in the depths, and I was sure she’d finally tell me she wanted me to take her to bed. Instead, she bobbed her head and gnawed on her bottom lip with her teeth.

“Say it,” I said.

“Say what?”

“What you want.”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Why can’t you say it then?” I reached up, placed my thumb on her lower lip, and freed it from her teeth. “That’s my job, biting you.”

Her breasts rose and fell with her shaky exhale. “So, get on with it then.”

“Ah-ah-ah. Not so fast.” I looped my arms around her lower back and drew her tight against me. “You thought you got away with it, didn’t you?”

Confusion crinkled the space between her eyebrows. “Away with what?”

“Do you remember what I told you the other night in the shower? About how I was in control, and that you were going to declare me your master?”

She blinked at me, undeniably remembering but playing coy. Then she brought up a finger and bit at her nail. “The thing is, I’ve grown to enjoy arguing with you, regardless of how tiny the conflict. It leaves you a pinch gruff and grunty, and that leaves me a lot turned-on. So, you see, pushing your buttons is a type of foreplay I’m becoming rather addicted to.”

My cock had already been swelling with my plans for her, but that took me from half-mast to full. I reached down and adjusted myself, not bothering to be one bit subtle. “Nuh-uh. Not tonight. I’m in charge.”

“You don’t always have to argue with me, you know. What if neither of us were in charge.”

I grunted, and she bit back a laugh. Unsuccessfully, I might add. Oh, she wanted to play? If pushing my buttons was foreplay, then I might stir up more reasons to fight just so I could carry her to bed and punish her in new and inventive ways. “How can you be in charge when you were willing to let me walk out that door without fucking you? When you couldn’t even tell me that you wanted that? You clearly need a lesson in taking charge of your own pleasure, and lucky you…” I wrapped my hand around her chin, thumb digging into her cheek as I crashed my mouth over hers in a brutal kiss with an added bite, since as I’d told her, that was my job.

Then I placed my hands on her shoulders, turned her around, and pointed her toward her bedroom. “Now, get in there and get undressed so I can get started.”

Attaining control while tied to the bed, face down, ass up, would be next to impossible. In other words, it’d put Willa exactly where I wanted her. I withdrew the cabernet-colored tie I’d stuffed in my pocket, bound Willa’s wrists, and then looped the other end through the cut-out design of her headboard. A quick tug confirmed the knot was secured, nice and tight.

“If, at any time, you want to stop, what would you like to use as a safe word?”

Willa wiggled against her restraints, her hair spilling over her back in a wavy curtain. “Hmm. How about…? The outline of her cheek made it clear she was grinning, clearly pleased with herself over what she was about to suggest. “Mozart.”

I slid my hand from knee to inner thigh, my blood pumping hotter and faster. “Oh, so I’m just supposed to be okay with you calling out another man’s name during sex?” I dragged my hand upward so my pinky barely grazed her pussy. She whimpered, feeding my inner sadist, and I rewarded her with a resounding smack. Nothing was quite as satisfying as leaving a personalized mark on her that was all mine. “Mozart, it is.”

A low noise rumbled through my chest as I took in the tiny scrap of lace dividing her heart-shaped ass. I planned on using that to my full advantage, adding to my pleasure while also amplifying hers. “I bet you thought you were pretty smart in the shower the other night, dropping to your knees like that.” I smacked the other cheek, watching it jiggle as my red handprint formed.

“Is this supposed to prevent me from ever doing it again? Even though I could taste how very much you enjoyed it.”

“Just remember that you did this to yourself. It’s high time you learn how to get yourself off anyway.” I crawled over her body, dragging my arousal across the seam of her ass as I lowered most of my weight onto her and nipped at the shell of her ear. “But only if I approve it. While you and I are partaking in this arrangement, you need permission, and I’ll only be giving the okay if I’m too far to get here and fuck you myself, and if there’s video. You hear me?”

She nodded, her rapid breaths letting me know she enjoyed being bossed around during our steamy sessions between the sheets. Handy for me, as being a domineering bastard came easy.

I rolled partway off her, one elbow braced on the bed and my dick pressed firmly against her hip bone. I slipped my hand between her legs, groaning at the slick welcome I received. “Say it, Willa. I need you to show me you understand, and that you’re ready to be a good, submissive girl.”

“Only if you approve it. Video. Yes. Whatever. Just get me off already.”

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