Page 94 of Bling

Chapter Twenty-One

Garrett kept an arm around Isabelle the entire ride to his hotel. When he’d first ordered her to the car, he was riding high on rage at his brother and planned to take her to the hotel to fuck her hard. Now, with her soft feminine scent floating into his nostrils and her head resting on his shoulder, he’d calmed some. He liked that she had that effect on him. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to fuck her. After his explosion during his run and in the office, she needed to see that he was still in control and they needed something to bring them together. He was going to dominate her and remind her that she was his, and then he would feed her lunch.

They were alone in the elevator, so he backed her into the corner and kissed her deep. When he pulled back, she was breathing heavily.

“When we get to the hotel you have about sixty seconds to lose the clothes and get your ass on the bed in proper presentation position or I’ll punish you, are we clear?”

She bit her lip and wrapped her arms tighter around his neck.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered as the elevator doors slid open.

In the room, Isabelle wasted no time removing her skirt and blouse, but he still tapped his watch as if he were actually keeping time while she rolled her panties down her thighs.

She chucked her bra and scrambled onto the bed. Her ass was soon high in the air and her legs wide open.

“Are you satisfied with my test results?” he asked as he stripped out of his own clothes.”

She nodded and he landed a hard smack on her bare ass. “Is that how you answer me, sub?”

Her head shot up at the pain of his hand and she whimpered, “No, Sir. I’m sorry. Yes. I’m satisfied with your test results, Sir.”

“Good,” he said as he let his hand drift between her legs. “I’m about to fill your tight little cunt with my cum. What do you think about that?”

She whimpered as a finger fluttered over her clit. “I can’t wait, Sir,” she moaned as he increased the pressure of his finger.

He wasted no more time and climbed onto the bed, settling behind her with his cock at her entrance. “God, you’re soaked. How long have you need for me to take you this way?”

He pushed inside her, and she groaned. “Answer me, Isabelle. How long have you needed my cock inside you?”

She whimpered as he dragged himself almost fully out of her again.

“Since you walked into my room last night,” she finally whispered when he threatened her with another smack on the ass.

“From now on you ask for what you need, Isabelle. If you need me to pin you down and fuck you I will. You need me to be slow and gentle I’ll do my damnedest to control myself and give that to you. Right now, though, I’m going to fuck you hard and I want you to scream for me.”

With no further preamble, he slammed into her with punishing force and began fucking her fast and hard. She cried out as he moved.

He leaned forward and fisted her hair in his hand, tugging her head upward. “Scream for me, Isabelle.” He knew she would be sore and likely bruised by the time he was done, but neither of them cared.

She screamed his name as he slammed against her. The sound of wet flesh slapping against flesh blended with her screams.

“Christ, Isabelle,” he bit out as he thrust into her one last time and came with a groan.

He let her hair fall from his grip as the orgasm shook him.

When he pulled his cock from her, he nearly became hard again at the sight of his seed dripping from her.

“Put your hand between your legs and feel me running out of you,” he commanded.

She took his command a step farther and dipped her finger into her slick entrance, then brought it to her mouth, tasting their blended essence.

“Fuck, Isabelle. Are you trying to get me hard again?” he asked.

She giggled as she collapsed onto the mattress. “That was really hot, Sir,” she said with a grin.

“Roll into your back,” he said, sitting on the bed next to her.

When she did, he spread her legs and let a finger drift over her clit. “Let me make you come, Doll,” he murmured.

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