Chapter 13

“You’re perfect,” I told her, my lips skimming her clit.

She jolted, her legs tensing beneath me.

“You want more?” I asked, some of my dominance finally returning.

She must have sensed it because she dutifully replied with a breathy “Yes, Sir.”

I moved my mouth away from her alluring center to nibble her inner thigh. “Maybe I want to make you burn hotter, baby.”

She moaned in protest, her hand leaving my head to drop to the comforter beside her hip. I smiled as her fingers dug into the white fabric, her colorful tattoos flexing with the movement.

And calling my attention.

I left her sweet heat and pressed my mouth to her hand instead, my tongue dancing along the flowery designs. She’d woven in shells as well. Jenica had always enjoyed the beach. There were also swirls that tied it all together, the pattern delicate and beautiful, just like her.

She watched me from beneath hooded eyes, her cheeks pink.

I placed a final kiss on her hand and set it back down before returning to the glistening arousal between her thighs. She was practically weeping for me. “Are you about to explode, Jenica?”

She swallowed. “I think I might come the second you finally touch me, Sir.”

I smiled. “I appreciate your honesty, sweetheart. But you don’t have my permission to come yet.”

Her lips parted. “Wh-what?”

“You heard me,” I replied, adding a hint of reprimand to my tone. “You will not come until I give you permission to.”

She appeared ready to argue.

“Don’t test me,” I warned her. “I told you I wanted you teased and ready to explode. Then I want a heartfelt apology for how badly you’ve tortured me with your pert little ass and perfect tits. Only then will I decide if you can come.”

The pink in her skin bordered on red, sweat gleaming across her brow and stirring a little sheen on her chest.

“Tell me you understand me, Jenica.”

“I understand, Sir,” she replied, her voice lacking the bite I suspected she’d intended to use. But she was too far gone to argue now. Her pupils were fully dilated, her skin pulling tight across her breasts, her breaths coming in needy little pants.

I almost had her where I wanted her.

I just needed to tease a little more to truly push her over the edge.

My teeth grazed her hip bone on my way to her mound, where I gently traced every inch of her soft flesh before exploring the lips of her pussy.

Her scent wrapped around me, begging for more, but I merely took hold of her thighs and spread them wider to continue my sensual torment.

Jenica groaned, her grip tensing so severely on the comforter that her knuckles turned white. “Please, Pierce.”

I moved my lips to her clit and corrected her with a stern “Sir.”

She arched, begging for more, but I pressed her down again with my palm, then held her there while I licked her deep from her entrance to just below her swollen little nub.

“You’re soaking my beard,” I told her with a chuckle, loving how wet I’d made her.

Her legs trembled around me, her orgasm clearly right there, waiting for me to edge her into oblivion. I loved this part, where the woman was so sensitive from being licked and touched everywhere except for the place she desired most.

But Jenica just made it that much more intense. That much more exciting.

“No coming,” I reminded her as I took her clit into my mouth and rolled it with my tongue.

She froze, her body tense with exquisite need. “Please, Sir.”

“No,” I said, circling the point of her pleasure before sliding my tongue down to her entrance once more. I speared her twice, groaning as more of her arousal coated my tongue. It was an aphrodisiac that had me nearly exploding in my pants.

Every part of her was trembling now, her legs covered in goose bumps, her nipples even harder than before.

And that sweet little part of her looked painfully swollen.

I took in her tortured expression, her blown pupils, and her reddened cheeks. Then I settled my lips right at her clit again and said, “You can try apologizing now.” The words vibrated her slick flesh, causing her to tense even more.

“Oh God…”

“That’s not an apology,” I whispered, my tongue flicking out to torture her even more. “Perhaps this will help.” I inserted two fingers into her channel and hooked them upward to stroke that spot deep inside—the one that drove all women crazy.

She screamed, her body again trying to come up off the bed. But my opposite palm remained against her stomach, holding her down.

“Start apologizing, Jenica,” I said, aware that I’d pushed her into a new state of existence. She wasn’t even seeing the room anymore, her mind so lost to my domination that she couldn’t focus on anything else.

“I’m sorry.” It came out on a sob. “Oh God, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please, Sir. Please… Pierce…”

I almost chuckled at the way her words garbled together in incomprehension, but seeing her shattering from the need for release was enough for me.

This had never really been about believing her apology; it was about ensuring she reached this point.

And she was there.

The fact that she couldn’t even articulate what she was apologizing for said everything. In her mind, she knew. Just as she also knew I wasn’t really upset with her for it.

“Hmm,” I hummed, right against her clit. “You do sound very apologetic.”

“I am,” she promised, her fists shaking from clutching the comforter so hard. Her legs were also so tense that it had to be almost painful. And her abdomen was clenched as though she were fighting the impulse to fall into her climax. “Please, Pierce. I’m sorry. I’m—”

I closed my mouth around her clit and sucked her deep.

She screamed, her body unable to take the pressure. Every part of her locked up as she fought the urge to orgasm. “Pierce!”

I didn’t correct her this time.

Instead, I gave her the word she desired. “Come.”

Her head tilted back as she released the most alluring sound, her body falling apart beneath me as I laved her little bud and worked her over with my fingers.

She was entirely gone, her body mine to care for, mine to fuck, and mine to please.

It made me feel powerful. In charge. Dominant.

I wanted to thank her profusely for that trust, for giving me this irresistible gift of submission.

I sucked her clit, forcing her into another orgasm within minutes of her first one, totally in control of her and her body’s reactions.

She was panting.

Crying.

Writhing on the bed.

And I needed to be inside her.

I pulled out a condom before kicking off my pants, boxers, and socks.

She barely noticed, too out of it to even see straight. Subspace.

It was exactly where I’d wanted her to go, back to that plane of existence she’d flirted with in the main part of the club. The one where she’d put all her faith in me to lead her. It was a reward every Dom craved, especially me.

“You’re stunning,” I praised as I knelt between her sprawled thighs and rolled the condom onto my throbbing shaft. She still wasn’t seeing me, her eyelashes drooping low, and she fought to catch her breath from her last orgasm. I slowly aligned my body with hers, ensuring she felt me on top of her.

She responded by wrapping her arms around me, her mouth tasting mine. “Mmm,” she mumbled, her tongue darting out to lick some of her arousal from my bottom lip.

I shuddered, her reaction causing my balls to tighten in anticipation. “You’re fucking exquisite, Jenica.”

“Pierce,” she breathed, her mind caught somewhere between reality and our scene. “Sir.”

“I’m going to fuck you now.” I guided the head of my cock to her entrance.

“Please,” she whispered, lifting her hips in invitation.

I didn’t bother correcting her with formalities. I merely slammed into her instead.

She gasped and I growled, her tight sheath hugging my cock so damn perfectly that I nearly came on the spot. “Wrap your legs around me.”

I knew she was still recovering from her orgasm and finding her balance once more, but I needed that connection. I needed her.

And she obeyed.

Because she was meant for this.

Meant to be mine.

A dangerous concept. A forbidden desire. But I didn’t care.

I wanted her. I needed her. I had to ensure she felt every inch of me, that she would realize just how flawlessly we fit together.

It was edging on hazardous, this intensity between us.

But fuck if I cared anymore.

I took her to oblivion, driving into her over and over, stamping my name into her goddamn soul. Because I owned her now. Every bit of her. Mine.

This wave of foreign possession made me dizzy, my control threatening to snap as I continued to drive us both toward that cliff of no return.

Some part of me warned that I should pull back, that I shouldn’t be doing this. However, a louder part of me overruled the other, telling me to take, take, take.

I threaded my fingers through her hair and kissed her, fucking her with my tongue just like my cock drilled into her below. She moaned, her nails dragging down my back and marking my skin in a way that made me wonder if the possessive instinct had taken hold of her, too.

She thrust up to meet my hips, fucking me back just as harshly.

I released her hair to palm her nape, causing her to arch her head back just a little more for my bruising kiss. She groaned, accepting the dominating thrusts of my tongue while I slid my opposite hand down to where our bodies joined below.

I pressed my thumb against her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to send her closer to orgasmic bliss.

She shook, her eyes blowing wide in shock.

Her expression told me she didn’t think she could come again.

I proceeded to prove her wrong with my cock and my thumb.

Stroking.

Fucking.

Pounding into her sweet heat until all she could see was stars.

She came apart with my name on her tongue, her body slick with sweat as she clamped down around my shaft, demanding I follow.

I almost denied her, merely to prolong the torture of our union, but I couldn’t do it. I was too consumed by her rapture to pull back.

So I tumbled over the cliff with her and lost myself to one of the most intense orgasms of my life.

It ripped through me, tightening my balls and tunneling right into my shaft to explode inside her. It was so fucking overwhelming that I worried I might have broken the condom.

Which led me to forbidden thoughts of her carrying my child.

A fantasy-style image I’d never considered with anyone else but found myself craving for her.

I buried my face in her neck, consumed by both the pleasure still thundering through my veins and the intense need to claim.

I wanted to mark her. Tattoo my name on her ass. Inform the entire fucking world that I owned this woman.

It was an insane urge.

One night with her, one lesson, one measly fuck, had led me to this point.

Except she wasn’t just anyone. She was Jax Roberts’s little sister.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I pulled back to stare down at her, noting the way her eyes had shut as she’d fallen into the tender oblivion, one that required me to focus on her and not us right now.

I palmed her cheek and pressed a kiss to her swollen lips. “You were amazing, Jenica,” I praised before running my fingers through her hair. “You did everything I asked. And you came apart so beautifully for me.” I nuzzled her nose, then kissed her again.

She reciprocated lazily, her body completely shattered beneath mine.

I was willing to bet she’d never felt this way before.

Which pleased me immensely because it meant I’d done something for her that no one else had. Just as she’d done the same for me, though in an entirely different manner.

But I wasn’t going to think about that right now.

She deserved my focus.

I gave it to her by rolling off of her and running my hands over her, massaging her tender muscles and helping to loosen her limbs. Her hips were a little red from my harsh thrusts. However, she didn’t seem to mind. When I brushed my fingers over them, she moaned and opened her eyes, giving me a drowsy smile. Then she shifted to her side and nuzzled into me, clearly on the verge of sleep.

I took care of the condom—noting that it hadn’t broken at all—and tied it off before tossing it into a bin beside the nightstand.

She didn’t stir.

So I pulled the blankets up around us and held her the way a Dom should while a sub came back from this unique state of existence.

We were in so much trouble, perhaps me more than her.

But we’d discuss it when she woke.

Until then, I would be hers.

And she would be mine.

Even if just for the night.