Page 54 of Come for Me
I can’t resist the brat inside me. I close my legs in obvious rebellion. My lips curl into a smile against his hand.
Dax, however, isn’t as amused.
“Oh, baby girl... Did you just disobey me? When are you going to learn your fucking lesson?”
His tone is meant to intimidate me, but I add a shrug to my snarky smile.
“Quit being a fucking brat.” He crawls backward, pulls me down to the bottom of the bed with him by my ankles, and fastens me in with restraints connected to the foot of the bed until I’m spread eagle for him.
Staring down at me, he admires his work. “Mm... I love having you spread open for me like this.”
My smile fades, and I struggle against the restraints. I frown when I realize it’s no use.
“Aw, what’s the matter, sweetheart? You lost your smile.”
Bastard.
Dax chuckles. Pulling his shirt over his head, he tosses it to the floor, and mounts me. “So helpless.” He pushes the gown over the top of my breasts, exposing my hard nipples begging for his attention.
And the underwear I didn’t put on.
He hums in approval, running his hands over the sides of my bare stomach. “Do you normally not wear panties to bed, or did you forget them just for me?”
“I normally don’t wear panties to bed.”
I lie again, but his ego doesn’t need my help.
He raises an eyebrow at me, unconvinced, and smacks my pussy. “Lie to me again, and I won’t let you come for me tonight.”
My body purrs when he tells me what to do.
He thrums my clit with his thumb, and I sigh at his touch.
“I’m going to do whatever I fucking want to you. You understand? This body ismineto worship.”
I nod, wanting him to continue his torture, willing to do whatever he wants.
“Say, ‘Yes, my king.’”
“Yes, my king.”
“Good girl.”
Dax sucks my neck where my mark is, and my neck rolls to the side, closing my eyes. He trails kisses to my breasts, closes his mouth over my nipple, and sucks until he releases my bud with apop.
I open my eyes to watch as he moves to the other side, dragging his tongue in circles around the nipple, gazing up at me.
I clench my cheeks together, desperate for friction. Dax ignores my need, returning to trailing open-mouthed kisses on my chest. The erotic sounds of his breathing and slurping have my pussy throbbing.
“Please, my king.”
“Use your words and tell meexactlyhow you want me to play with you.”
I want to tell him to fuck off, but I let my wolf decide for us to roll over and beg. “Please, my king... Please, eat me out.”
“Mm, yeah? You want me to lick your pussy, baby?” he says between peppering hickeys on my skin.
“Yes, my king,” I pant.
