Page 10 of Under His Command
“You ate,” he confirms, dropping his military jacket to the floor and rolling up the sleeves of the shirt beneath it. “You slept. And you waited for me in our bed, just like I asked.”
“Yes,” I gasp.
“Good. I want you to keep doing that. Listen to my commands. Do you think you can?”
I nod, my pussy throbbing with need and begging to be touched.
Like a panther moving through tall grass, Rowan stalks closer to me, until he’s hovering right above me. He found me—the predator found me, and now there’s no escaping his deadly fangs. He looks like he’s about to devour me. And I make no effort to deny him the prey he hunted down.
His eyes roam over my body, darkening with the claws of the demons residing inside… as if they’re now crawling out of him, licking their lips in anticipation to take a bite.
“You shouldn’t have agreed to come here,” he says absently, trailing his knuckles up my bare legs.
“I wanted to.”
“You should ask me to take you back.” His fingers touch the crease between my thigh and my pussy, pushing a trembling exhale out of my lungs.
“You don’t scare me,” I lie, letting out a nervous, hushed laugh.
I might only know Rowan from the news articles I read about him, but he was Cole’s best friend. And he comforted me that day when he gave me the news of his death. He’s not going to hurt me. He’s not—
“Pity.” He presses the tips of his fingers into my warm pussy, through the thin layer of my panties. I showered and changed into new ones when I got to the hotel suite and saw they were laid out on the bed for me. I moan softly, then quickly close my mouth shut. “Though I promise you’ll scream when I start taking what’s mine. Because you are mine now, aren’t you, angel?”
“F-For tonight,” I whisper, feeling my pussy drench my panties in the exact spot he’s touching me.
He peels his gaze off my body to meet my eyes with another one of those stern looks that has me trapping the air in my lungs “We’re going to have to fix that.”
“What?”
“Your self-doubt.”
I close my eyes, my body arching for him, needing him like I need my next breath of air.
“It wasn’t hard to hear it in your voice when you told me you’d come. You think I called you in for a quick fuck?” he drawls, sliding two fingers inside me through my panties, denying me the feel of his skin rubbing against my walls. With his other hand, he squeezes my cheeks together, pursing my lips and making me open my eyes again. “No, no, no, angel,” he smiles.
His fingers scissor inside me, pushing deeper, and deeper, until the panties get so wet I can practically feel the pads of his fingers and the creases of his knuckles sliding in and out. I part my thighs for him while he makes sure there’s no way I can escape his questioning eyes.
My face flushes hotter at the gesture. It’s too intimate—way too intimate for two strangers who got together for just one night. But he doesn’t seem to care about any of that.
“This skin. This scent,” he groans. “I’ve gone years trying to remember every single detail of how fucking good you felt in my arms. My hunger runs deeper than whatever you are willing to offer me tonight. I’ll have you now. And I’ll have you tomorrow. And I won’t be able to let go after that, even if I tried.”
Hand still in my pussy, Rowan’s nostrils flare as he stares me down—raw and vulnerable, and fully at his mercy. My whole body trembles when he slides his fingers out of me, leaving me empty and wanton. I want to beg him not to stop, but I’m scared… ashamed of what he might think of me if I do.
“Besides…” He hooks his fingers behind the edges of my panties, slowly pulling them down to my knees. “I bet this gorgeous pink pussy would enjoy being worshipped more than once. Am I wrong?”
“Please.” The word comes out against my will, as molten need burns through me and through the sheets under my body. I’ve never realized just how much of me Rowan claimed that day when he held me. Right now, it very much feels like he claimed it all.
“Pick a safe word first, angel. I need to be careful with you.”
Christ.
“A safe word,” I nod, biting my lower lip, “Is… is the word ‘pink’ good enough?”
I blush, knowing that the word came from what he said earlier—about my pink pussy wanting to be worshipped.
A moan echoing from his chest tells me the chosen word will do as his attention returns to my pussy. “Say it anytime you want, and everything stops. No matter what we’re doing. Do you understand?”
I nod, though I don’t really understand. I’ll never want him to stop.
