Page 17 of Under His Command
“Oh.”
“You don’t need to worry. I’ve got you. You’re mine now, Dove. And as long as I breathe, nothing’s going to happen to you. Do you believe that?”
I nod, though it’s hard not to worry. It’s been a hard few years for everyone when the war was at its height. I’ve had my suspicions about the press lying to us, since we’ve been told over and over on TV that the small attacks still taking place in the Ridge were nothing to worry about.
“Not very convincing. Come here,” he says, patting his leg as if he’s calling a pet onto his lap.
I rotate my body to face him, the warmth of his hand sliding off the back of my neck as he follows my movements with his eyes. I get up on wobbly feet and carefully lower myself on his thigh, his hand sliding up to my naked pussy, fingers just barely dipping into my folds.
“Oh,” I echo, as I watch his hand tease me.
A dark smile. “Oh is right,” he says. “What’s your safe word?”
“P-Pink.”
“Good. I want to start training you today, angel.”
Train me? Train me for what?
He senses my confusion and he adds, “I want your pussy wet for me when you hear my footsteps come home or when you smell my cologne in an empty room of this house. I want you wet and needy even when you’re sleeping, so I can use your holes at any time I want. I want your body and mind to understand that I own you now. I mean that literally—in the real sense of the word. Unless, Dove, you want to break this off because it’s too much. I don’t want that, but I would completely understand—”
“No.” I shake my head, my breathing shallow and my pussy throbbing with need. “It’s not too much. I want this—I want you. I’ll do whatever you want. Please, Rowan.”
“Angel,” he coos, caressing my pussy. “You have no idea what you’re agreeing to. But when you start realizing it, please just know that your safe word is always here to protect you. Do you understand?”
“I won’t need it,” I shoot back, spreading my legs ever so slightly.
“You will. Say it. Tell me you understand.”
“Yes,” I whimper when his hand stops moving, getting my attention back on his words. “Yes, I understand.”
“Good girl.” He groans, lifting himself up while he pushes my torso onto his desk, my bare ass now facing him. “I want you to climb up on this desk and spread your knees apart. Show me everything, angel. Show me everything that’s mine, so I can start taking it.”
SEVEN
Ipull my torso higher onto the cold desk, spreading my knees and opening up my pussy the way he wants me. A low hum of approval rumbles from his chest. My face is pressed against the sturdy wood as I try to anticipate where he’ll claim me first. The sound of a zipper coming undone makes me swallow down my nerves. I wish I could see him—naked, raw, and throbbing just like I am.
But where I’m exposing every hole and every imperfection of my body to him, he’s still dressed and controlling me like a puppet master. And I know that even if he hasn’t said it, this is just another way to exert his dominance. That I’m the one who’s been debauched, and he’s the man who owns me.
He pushes a finger inside me, probing me, but it slides in easily. It seems to make him satisfied. The warmth of his cock then cages my pussy from behind, making me shudder when our bodies make contact.
This is the first time I’ve had sex since that stupid one-night stand with Jared to help me get over the idea of ever being with Rowan. It didn’t work, obviously, and now I regret not having waited for him. But at the very least, I understand what’s expected of me with sex.
Jared made sure to tell me that I shouldn’t just lie there like a log because it’s boring and men don’t like it. Remembering that, I arch myself backward, pressing my pussy to Rowan’s erection and wiggling my ass at him. I let out a soft moan as well, wanting to make sure he’s enjoying this too, not just me.
But before I get to do that again—
Smack.
Sharp pain spreads across my ass cheeks as tears quickly form at the backs of my eyes.
Did he…? He spanked me. He fucking spanked me.
“Stay still and take it the way I give it to you,” he growls, wrapping one arm around the back of my neck. “You’re not the one in control here, angel.”
“Y-Yes. Yes, sir.”
My pussy clenches around the crown of his cock, leaking out with arousal from the pain that still courses through my nerve endings. Fresh tears coat my eyelashes, binding them together. I want to wipe them away, but my hands are stuck at my sides, holding my pussy up in offering.
