Page 32 of Prince of Control
The hard points of her nipples brush against my ribs.
I kiss her hard. My lips move over hers, not teasing–punishing. Claiming. My tongue lashes into her mouth. My dick presses insistently against her soft belly.
I meant what I said, though. Even though I’m asking about birth control, I’m not going to fuck her if she doesn’t want it.
Right now, she seems agreeable, but if she says no, I’ll respect that boundary.
“I’m on the pill,” she gasps when I finally break the kiss.
Jealousy spikes through me. For him? For Brash?
No. They didn’t seem that intimate. She still hasn’t taken his call or texted him back.
“I’m clean.” I kiss her some more. Without breaking the liplock, I reach for the soap, rolling it in my palms to build a lather then stroking them across her shoulders. Around her tits. Down the sides of her rib cage. I slide them around her ass, circling.
“Let me see this gorgeous ass.” I turn her around to face the far shower wall, so her face is out of the spray. “Hands against the wall, printsessa.”
She doesn’t obey.
I smack her ass. It’s still pink from the spanking I gave her in the bedroom, and the water makes my slap stingier–I know because it stings my palm.
She gasps and whirls to glare at me over her shoulder.
I crowd in close again, gripping her nape to kiss her thoroughly. “Show me your pretty ass,” I murmur, more coaxing this time, while my hold on her is firm. I turn her to face the wall again, catching her left wrist to press her palm against the tile. “Other hand,” I prompt.
She lifts it then stops herself, pausing midair, as if she obeyed automatically then wanted to show me I’m not her master.
I wrap my larger palm over her hand slowly, and interlace my fingers over the tops of hers. I kiss her temple, her jaw, the side of her neck, and I ease her second hand into place against the wall. “Good girl,” I murmur against the shell of her ear.
A shudder runs through her.
“Did you just come, malyshka?” My voice is a low rumble against her skin. I bring my fingers between her legs to feel what’s going on. “Are you clenching down here for me?”
Her pelvic floor lifts and lowers, fluttering with a small climax.
“That’s good, angel. You’re so perfect.” I kiss her shoulder. “So responsive.”
I pick up the bar of soap and get more lather then soap her back, her waist, the crack of her ass.
She moans, pitching forward more, arching for me.
“This is what I wanted to see.” I stand to the side and stroke a loving hand over her plump ass, exploring every centimeter. “Fucking gorgeous.”
When I slide my hand over her pussy again, she moans.
“That’s it, pretty girl. I like it when you let go.” I crowd against her, grasping her breast with one hand as I tease her clit. My teeth graze her shoulder as I pinch her nipple hard enough to make her gasp and her pussy clench.
“Turn around.” I’m suddenly rough. Commanding. I spin her and push her back against the tile, then squat and lift one of her legs over my shoulder.
“Oh!” She clutches my head for stability as I bring my mouth to her dripping core.
I penetrate her with my tongue. “You need me here?” I demand, my voice rougher and deeper than normal.
“Oh!”
I reach up and pinch the other nipple. “Answer me, Lara-Love.”
Her core squeezes. I know she’s beyond turned on. Deep in the physicality. Almost in sub-space. Or maybe she’s there now. She offers no resistance other than not speaking, but loss of language can be a result of sub-space.
