Page 9 of What Alex Wants…He Gets

He pushed his fingers through her slick folds and toyed with her clit.

Her shocked gasp sounded close to his ear but her fingers tightened on his arms a moment before she pushed out a no.

Her wet skin and mewling responses beckoned him to her opening where he teased her mercilessly by rimming it a few times before thrusting inside. With the heel of his hand he massaged her clit, while the two fingers embedded inside sought the bundle of nerves guaranteed to send her over the edge.

Dear God this woman had a hold on him. With his left hand he grasped her ass and pulled her tight. His hard-as-a-fucking-rock dick dug into her hips, seeking relief. It took every ounce of self-control not to lift her legs and impale her right then and there. Everything about her called to him on such a primal level that if he did unleash his control there’d be no stopping for a very long time. Not even her safeword could save her then. That’s the mindfuck he had going and it unsettled him.

As if on cue, Harper’s channel clenched around his fingers, a silent plea for release. He dipped forward and nipped the edge of her neck with his teeth. When her rough breaths against his neck signaled an orgasm, Alex pulled himself free and took two steps away, giving them some desperately needed space.

“Sir,” she gasped.

“As much as I enjoy the breathy sound of respect falling from your lips, there will be no coming until I say so.”

A slight frown formed on her face and a red blush crept up her neck. He’d bet money that she was debating whether to tell him off or plead with him for more. He smiled at her petulance before brushing a quick kiss across her lips. He raised his hands and touched her nipples through her dress once more. He imagined them bared and clamped and then later, raw and tender from his attention.

He wanted to see her like that. So aroused she cried for more of his attention. Maybe even some tears dripping down her cheeks as she begged. Then and only then would she be ready for the explosive orgasms he had planned for her.

Yes, he was that kind of bastard. But above that, he believed in pleasure and every broken gasp and shed tear made it that much more intense.

And if it was that good, and it would be, she’d beg for even more.

She tried to move closer and Alex squeezed her nipples so tight she fought for breath let alone movement. “No.”

“Sir…”

He closed his eyes at the soft word spoken from her lips, savoring the sound. Moments later her spine straightened and he looped her arm in his and led them toward the playroom.

“You have much to learn, little one, but first…” He opened the door for her and ushered her inside. “I have a surprise for you.”

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