Page 4 of Jurassic Submissive

They reached the house and walked inside. She still looked scared and nervous, so he told her to sit on the couch while he made her a cup of tea. When he came back from the kitchen with a mug of chamomile tea and a warm blanket, she hadn’t moved.

“Talk to me,” he said softly as he sat next to her on the couch. He tried not to think about the way she smelled, how arousing her fear was. He tried not to think of how he could still see the goose bumps on her arms or how she was still shaking a little bit. He couldn’t let himself go that far. He needed to be in control of this situation. He needed to conquer her fear.

Bianca didn’t say anything at first. She set the tea down on the coffee table and shifted beneath the blanket. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, then she placed her hands in her lap. After a very long minute, she turned to Patrick.

“He was going to eat me.”

He nodded.

“But he didn’t.”

“Because you saved me.”

“Because I saved you.”

Bianca looked at Patrick curiously, like she was noticing him for the first time. They’d known each other for a long time, of course, but he’d always kept his distance. He knew what he needed in a relationship and he wasn’t sure it was the same thing Bianca needed. Now, though, as she sat on his couch, her arousal and excitement and horror pulsing through her veins, he hoped more than anything she would take what he was offering.

“Thank you.” Her words came softly and she closed her eyes as she said them, not meeting his gaze anymore. The gesture was demure and submissive and made him instantly hard. He wondered what she would look like on her knees with her hands bound behind her back and his cock thrusting into her mouth.

He tried to brush the image from his mind, but it was of no use. Bianca would be forever embedded in his memory, but honestly, he didn’t mind. It had been a long time since he’d felt this way about a woman, since he’d had the desire and the need to keep a woman safe, to protect her.

“What will happen to Hank?” Bianca asked suddenly. Patrick wasn’t surprised at her concern. She was one of the most thoughtful women he knew. Of course she would want to know what would happen to him and if he would be all right.

“The medics know what happened,” Patrick said simply. “Justice will be swift.”

She gasped.

“Are they going to kill him?”

“What? No. He’ll likely just be banished.”

“Oh.” Bianca breathed a sigh of relief. Patrick was amazed, once more, at her tender heart. “That’s good, I guess. I mean, he doesn’t really deserve to die.”

Patrick grabbed her chin and forced her face to his. Her brown eyes went wide as she stared into his. Patrick’s body trembled slightly as he fought the desire to shift, as he pushed back the urge to show her just how big and protective he could truly be when it came to hurting someone he cared about.

“He deserves it, Bianca. He deserves that and more.”

Before she could say anything, Patrick crushed his mouth down over hers. He kissed her hard and fast and deep: the result of a year of waiting. Bianca’s body arched into his and she let the blanket fall from around her shoulders. She placed her hands on either side of his face as he ravaged her mouth, all the while wishing he was ravaging the rest of her body, as well.

He stopped after a minute, but it was far too soon.

Judging by the way her breathing had gone ragged, he knew she felt the same way.

“I’ve wanted you for a long time, Bianca,” he told her. “But not like this.”

“Because I almost was hurt?”

“Yes. You’re still in shock. You’d fuck anyone right now.”

Suddenly, her playful mood was gone. She glowered at him.

“You’ve known me for a long fucking time, Patrick,” she spat. Her voice was venom. “Is that really what you think of me? That I’m loose? Well, fuck you!”

She stood and started marching toward the front door, obviously set on heading back to her own apartment, but Patrick stood and stopped her. He grabbed her arm and when she turned around, she continued yelling at him.

“I haven’t fucked anyone in over two years, I’ll have you know! When my Dom, Jeremy, died, I knew I couldn’t replace him, Patrick. You really think I’d just go fucking any ol’ dinosaur, any ol’ man, just because I’m sad? Do you have any idea how sad I am every damn day because of what happened to me?”

She stared at him, her chest heaving as she breathed. She was frustrated and angry. He guessed it was from both the situation and from her outburst, but his cock was hard at her words. Her Dom? Is that what she’d said? She had once had a Dom? As in, Bianca was a submissive? He tried to control himself as his mind raced. Did she have a need to submit the way he had a need to control? Was she attracted to him as fiercely as he was to her?

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