“You think I’m going to let another man have the chance to get near you?” he asks, his demeanor shifting. His hand comes between my legs, his palm lying flat against my sex and his fingers push between my lips again, recapturing the moment from earlier, and I feel my mind fall back into the blissful state as his fingertips begin to enter me.
But I want more than this. I want more than the disturbed foreplay we had earlier.
“You said that once and I let Lorenzo try and fill a void,” I say, with only the means to rile him.
There’s a low growl that emits from Zane’s chest, feral and predatory all at once. I know I’m being mean, but I’m working to what I want. My need to feel his greedy hands on me is all too consuming and I’m willing to provoke him until I get what I want. It might not be him making love to me, but it’ll be a moment with him I won’t ever have to take back.
“Yet you still came back to me,” he states, wryly, the irony hitting all the right places. “Even with him falling all over you, it was me who got you in that closet, it was me who was buried between your legs, and it was my name you stuttered as I made you come. Not Lorenzo.”
“True,” I award him that awareness. “But now’s your chance for a new initiation into my life. Prove to me that it’s only you who can ever please me.” I place a hand on his chest, the other around his neck. “I want you to fuck me until I can’t breathe, and when I’m so breathless from what you’re doing to me, I want you to fuck me some more. I want you to show me that you’re really where you want to be.”
“Is that what you really want?”
“Zane,” I begin, playing it ever more teasingly. “I always love you most when it’s me in pure heaven because you’re buried balls deep in me. I always love when you’re the only man I admit defeat to and allow to have total control of my body. I’m only happy when it’s you owning every orgasm.”
"Your mouth's much too dirty for you to be a princess," he tells me, wickedness assuming position. “Does your father know you have a filthy mouth?”
“No, and he won’t,” I say, my tone tight as I look up at him. “Now fuck me before I go and finish myself off.”
Zane chuckles as his hand comes up to my face. “Did you even think that’d be an option?” he asks, shifting his hand up my jaw and into my hairline. “Are you sure you want me to run the show?” he questions and I just nod, unable to respond with the eagerness of what’s to come. “Okay, go over to the bed and face it, but don’t get on it just yet.”
I obey with curiosity and take myself to the side of his bed. I don’t wait long before I feel his domineering stature come to stand behind me. As his hand comes to my shoulder, my eyes close and I let out the tiniest of gasps. With little power, he pushes me forward until my chest and head is against the bed, my ass up in the air. When he releases me, it’s only to move backwards and force my legs apart and make sure I’m ready for whatever he’s about to be bestow upon my begging body.
My hands move to my sides, clinging onto the bed sheets as his hand comes to grab onto my hair. I feel him lower his body, and his penis sticks in me, forcing my body instinctively to move so it goes between my legs and my breathing becomes even more bated than ever.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this, sweetheart?” he whispers into my ear. With his grasp in my hair, he turns my head a little, forcing me to look at him. “Because once I’ve done this, there’s no getting rid of me.”
I don’t know why he’s treating this like it’s our first time because this moment for me is serving as a reminder why I trust him to be rough and heavy with me. This is forcing life back into me when I allowed it all to drain away while in Italy. He doesn’t even know that when I was with Lorenzo, I had to force orgasms and lie about my affection.
I just want to rekindle that spark that Zane and I had from the moment we first kissed. I want to be reminded of the girl I used to love being and Zane is the only key to that.
“I like the silent submission,” he muses with amusement and slips his hand away from my hair, tracing it up my back as he stands behind me, rock hard and ready to make him his victim.