Page 36 of Riot Reunion
Slowly, I trail my right hand up her back, all the way up, into her hair. Fast as lightning, I spin my wrist around the column of her neck so that I can feel her breath quicken beneath my palm, my fingers clamping around her throat. Elodie’s eyes widen for real this time. “You know better than that,” I snarl, leaning into her, biting her bottom lip harder than is polite. She makes a stifled gasping sound that instantly has my dick throbbing in my pants. I live for those fucking gasps, the whimpers, the sharp inhalations—all of the vulnerable little noises that she makes only for me. They’re so innocent, music to my wicked, wicked ears. With my left hand, I take hold of her jaw, driving my fingers into her cheeks, forcing her to open her mouth. “You know better than to contradict me when I tell you I’m gonna do something, don’t you?” I whisper into her open mouth.
“Ahhh—” She tries to speak, but I give her head a small shake, tutting disapprovingly.
“I don’t think so,” I breathe. “I don’t think you should be allowed to speak after that outrageous comment. Ithinkyou need a moment to reconsider whether I mean something when I say it, Elodie Stillwater.”
Her eyelids flutter—she’d close them and hide in the dark, away from my intense scrutiny, but she’s not getting off that easily; I give her head another terse shake with my left hand, applying more pressure around her throat with my right, controlling exactly how much air she can pull into her lungs. “Oh, no, you don’t,” I reprimand. “You’re not going anywhere. You think I’m such a sweet, romantic guy, huh?”
Her eyelids flutter again, color rising to her cheeks, her nostrils flaring and dilating as she fights to drag more oxygen in through her nose. Her hands remain loose at her sides, though. This isn’t what fear looks like on her. This is arousal, and we both know it.
“Have I been too gentle with you, Little E?” I bite her lip again, and this time I taste the faintest tang of copper. I’ve made her bleed. “Shall I remind you exactly how cruel Ireallyam?”
She shivers, arching her back, grinding herself into my lap; the movement is involuntary, I can tell. She tries to meet my gaze, to level me with a defiant stare, but her body works against her, telling me exactly what it wants. Her throat bobs beneath my palm, and I ease off a little, permitting her to speak. “You’re not so big and scary now, Jacobi. I know you. You’re nothing but a sweet little ted—dy—bear—” I clamp my hand back around her neck, tighter than before, making it difficult for her to finish that sentence. Oh? My precious, petite Little E has decided she wants to play, has she? Well, I’m not in the habit of denying her what she desires. Far be it from me to refuse her when she’s shown me what she needs.
In a heartbeat, I rocket up out of my seat, hoisting her up with me. I remove the hand from around her throat for a second so I can hold her underneath her ass, supporting her weight as I stalk purposefully toward the bed.
“Wren! Oh my god, Wren! Don’t you do it.DON’T YOU DO IT!” she squeals. When I throw her down onto the bed, enjoying the way her body bounces against the mattress, she unleashes an outraged growl, attempting to scoot over to the other side of the bed. I let out a hail of raucous laughter that has my girlfriend glowering at me with a confused expression on her face. “Why the hell are you laughing?” she demands. “You think you’re gonna make me sweat a little attention from you? Sorry, buddy. I’m officially desensitized to the Wren Jacobi rough treatment. Try all you like, you—”
“I won’t need to try, sweet girl. I’m gonna make youscream. Take off my t-shirt.” She reaches out for the shirt I’m wearing, but I smack her hands away. “No. The one thatyou’rewearing,” I clarify.
It slipped her mind that she’s wearing my clothes. Must have done. She looks down at the black shirt that’s preserving her modesty, her cheeks flushing. Her nipples are already stiff, poking through the fabric; she isn’t wearing a bra. With intentionally slow movements, she plucks at the hem of the shirt, inching it up her thighs a little.
“Today, Stillwater.”
“But…” she pants.
I tilt my head to one side. “But?”
“You do…hateto rush things.” She has the good sense to be nervous when she says this—to be sassy with me while I’m in this kind of mood. Mischief sparkles in her eyes, but there’s trepidation there, too. She doesn’t know if she’s gone too far, or if I’m going to allow the impertinent comment to slide.
Unlucky for her.
I’m not in a very forgiving frame of mind.
I pull the shirt I’m wearing over my head, buzzing with pent-up energy that’s just begging to be unleashed. “You’re going to wish you’d complied the first time around,” I inform her.
She shuffles back on the mattress, a weary light in her eyes. “Wren.”
“Up. On your knees for me. Right now.”
“Wren.”
I rip the belt from my jeans, snapping the leather. “Youreallywanna make me ask twice?”
No hesitation this time. She obeys immediately, popping up onto her knees, her lips parted, a feverish look to her. I set aside the belt. This is playing out very seriously, but itisstill a game. There are rules. Elodie must play along if she wants to reap the rewards of this interaction, just as I must.
It might seem like I’m the one with all the control here, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Elodie has the power to fell me with a word. That’s all it will take. One tiny, inconsequential word out of her mouth, andIwill be onmyknees in supplication toher. All of this ceases the second she wishes it. But she doesn’t wish it. She wants me standing over her, running the pad of my thumb along the line of her jaw, over her bruised lips, forcing it into her mouth.
“Suck,” I command.
She wants me to hook that thumb into her cheek, giving her no other option than to open her mouth wide for me.
She shudders, her eyelids trying to close again.
“Look at me, Elodie.”
She looks, her breath ragged and quick, coming in and out of her nose. Her eyes are watering, causing her eyeliner to smudge, and the look issosexy on her. Holy fucking saints and martyrs above, she is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I have to fight the urge to tear my jeans down, throw her back onto the hotel bed and ram my throbbing cock into her over and over again like some frenzied, rabid animal.
She does this to me.
