Page 61 of The Billionaire Submissive
“Prove it,” he growled out again. His eyes glittered, his hands fisted at his sides, his shoulders squared belligerently.
“All right. I will.” She unbuttoned her jeans and his eyes just about bugged out of his head. When the zipper came down, he growled again, a low warning rumble. “Did you think I wouldn’t actually do it?” Her jeans were tight enough she had to work her hand down inside her panties.Luckily I didn’t burn my right hand. That’d hurt like a bitch rubbing on all this denim.“You know I love a challenge.” She tipped her head like she was searching for something while she worked her fingers deeper. Deliberately, she let her breath catch on a husky moan. “Ah. Yes. Definitely wet.”
He slammed into her so quickly she couldn’t even think. One minute she was standing. The next, he had her sitting up on one of the sinks, her back against the mirror. “Let me see. Or better yet, give me a taste.”
She hauled her hand out and slipped her fingers into his mouth. He sucked on them greedily, wrapping his tongue around her fingers until she moaned again. “You’re so good with your tongue, lover boy. I don’t think you’d even have to put your mouth on my clit to get me off.”
He pulled back enough to say, “Let’s find out, shall we?” He licked just her fingertips. “Though maybe I can help out just a little.”
His fingers stroked on the outside of her panties, tracing the triangle bared by her gaping jeans. She squirmed against him, working to get him deeper. “I ought to just shove my pants down and let you have at it.”
“Don’t you dare. God only knows what kind of infectious diseases are in this dump. I can manage just fine like this.”
“I’m surprised you haven’t had a hazmat crew out here to clean this bathroom up to your standards.” She tried to keep her tone light, but his tongue… Damn. He flattened his tongue around her fingertip, pushing and rubbing just like he would on her clit. She pushed her finger deeper, in and out, mimicking a good slow fuck that made him tighten his mouth around her. “Someday I’m going to fuck your delicious ass. If you’ll let me.”
He moaned around her finger, sucking harder. His knuckles ground against her clit, making her arch into him. She wrapped her hand around his nape, crooked an ankle around his hips to keep him close and then closed her eyes and let go. Her body quivered, muscles clenching with release, but it only made her hungry for more. She wanted him inside her, all his fury and strength pounding her into the wall. Ravenous for him, she jerked her finger out of his mouth and started working one-handed on his trousers.
“Lilly?”
She pressed her mouth to his, tightening her grip on his hair. Swinging her other thigh up, she trapped him close, though he could certainly break free if he tried. He kissed her back a moment, sucking on her tongue as diligently as he’d sucked her fingers earlier, but then he twisted his mouth aside with a low, desperate sound.
“Mistress, this isn’t…”
She leaned up and bit his lip hard enough his breath rushed out. His pants weren’t nearly as tight as her jeans, so it was easy to get her hand on his cock.
“Glass. Glass!”
Shaken, she froze, not even breathing.His safeword. I drove him to use his safeword. God. What have I done?
“I’m sorry, Lilly, Mistress. Please, don’t do this to me. I can’t make love to you in such a filthy place. I never intended for it to go so far.”
Sighing out the breath she’d been holding, she dropped her head against his chest. She pulled her hand off his cock, even though it made her groan with loss. At least she hadn’t unbuttoned his pants, just unzipped them.He’d probably never forgive me if his pants had touched this dirty floor.“Don’t you dare apologize, Donovan. I’m terribly sorry I took you this far. I know your limits.”
“Don’t be sorry,” he whispered, rubbing his chin on the top of her head. “I love your passion. I love how easily you forget everything but me. I just don’t want to look back and remember this place. Not like that.”
He’s so sentimental. He’s probably been hoarding up memories of me.“Where did I first kiss you?”
“My office,” he answered immediately. “It was also the first place I touched you.”
“I guess that’s an easy question. We haven’t been together too long.”
“I’ll always remember. Every moment. Every kiss. Every touch. The time on the boat. How I almost came the first time at Dmitri’s. Everything.”
Lifting her head, she sighed. “And now you’re going to remember the time you had to give me your safeword in a scary public restroom because I was trying to molest you.”
He laughed and kissed the tip of her nose. “Actually, I’m remembering how you came just from sucking on my fingers and letting me rub against you a bit.”
“You gave your safeword,” she said softly, searching his face. “That’s good. I’m glad you chose to stop me. I want you to give me your safeword whenever you’re uncomfortable.”
He helped her down but drew her against him. “And you listened to me. You were afraid you couldn’t be Mistress and Lilly both, but I think you proved you’ve been both all along.”
Narrowing her eyes, she studied his face, suddenly suspicious. Had he set her up? She’d said before she was worried about being able to stop if she’d given up control.Maybe he came in here and deliberately antagonized me just to give me his safeword to prove a point.“So I did. Hopefully you won’t find it too difficult in the future to bend your massive ego and give it again.”
“Massive ego? Me?” He pretended to be affronted, although he smiled while he tucked himself back in and zipped up his pants. “Massive, maybe, but not my ego.”
She snorted. “You sexy beast. I can’t be mad at you for long when you’re so verymassive.”
A dog barked, drawing her attention to the door. “Someone’s here.”
