Page 9 of Cruel Promise
“Don’t argue over this,” he says, both hands now massaging my ass. “You need to talk to someone.”
I want to deny him, but my body betrays me, relaxing under his touch. Dominique trails his fingers lower, closer to my aching center as he massages my skin. I hold my breath, waiting for the moment when he touches me in the place I so desperately need him to. God. Why won’t he just shut up and fuck me already?
“I’m not suggesting you confide in me or a shrink, but someone, Kasey. You have friends. People in your corner who want to be there for you.” One hand now holds me in place—not that I’m struggling any longer—as the other toys with my clit, but Dominique makes sure to keep his touch featherlight.
“Do we have a deal?” he asks, teasing me as though his hands on my body are enough to force me to comply.
“You’re not the boss of me,” I grumble, but it comes out more like a groan.
Dominique increases the pressure, rubbing my clit harder and faster until my thighs shake and my stomach tightens. A needy moan escapes me. Yes. Yes. Yes.
Toes curling, the blunt end of his erection brushes along my bare skin as he climbs further onto the bed, using his knees to widen my legs while pressing forward, shoving me deeper into the mattress. My back arches as far as it’ll go, my ass as high in the air as it can possibly get, and despite the awkward position, I can’t help but close my eyes and give into the sensations thrumming through me.
I should feel self-conscious, bent over like this. With anyone else, I would be. But not with Dominique. I might be uncertain about his behavior outside of the bedroom. I never seem to know what he’s thinking or feeling. And I sure as hell hate it when he does shit like this and tries to manipulate me to get what he wants. But when we’re like this, I know without a shadow of a doubt that Dominique wants to fuck me just as badly as I want to be fucked, even if he is holding himself back in a twisted attempt to force my agreement.
Why does everything he does always feel so good? His cock brushes against me again and I press back, blindly seeking him out. I’m desperate for him to sink into me, but being the frustrating bastard that he is, he doesn’t.
“I’m close,” I tell him, my release barreling toward me, and as soon as the words pass my lips, I know they’re the wrong ones to say.
His fingers slow, the pressure on my clit getting softer. “Dom!” I cry out.
“Those are my terms, baby girl.”
I twist, trying to catch his gaze before he jerks both of my wrists behind my back and presses them with one large hand to the center of my spine. “It’s a take it or leave it offer,” he says, his voice laden with desire.
I squirm beneath him, rubbing my ass against whatever part of his body I can reach. His chest vibrates against my back and he grunts, jerking his own hips as far away from mine as he can get while still keeping me pressed to the bed. It’s no easy feat.
“You’re being unreasonable,” I whine.
Proving he’s not bluffing, he leans back, and I immediately miss the heat of his skin. With my wrists still in his grip, I can’t move as he kneels behind me, waiting for an answer I don’t want to give him.
“I’ll return to class,” I concede, silently cursing him.
“And?”
Grinding my molars together, I bite out, “And I’ll answer your stupid phone calls.”
He rewards me by shoving two fingers deep into my pussy and curling them until he finds that incredible spot that makes my breath catch.
“And?”
“And what?” I all but shout. “I agreed to what you wanted. Make me come, already.”
He makes a sound of disappointment behind me and withdraws his touch from my pussy.You have got to be fucking kidding me!
“All or nothing.” His voice is devoid of emotion.
I don’t know how he does it. How he locks himself down like that. I know being hard and not finding satisfaction can’t be any more pleasant than what he’s putting me through right now. Urgh. He’s infuriating.
“Fine.” I snap. “I’ll talk to someone.”
Between one breath and the next, his bare cock slams into me, spearing my soaked pussy in a single, hard thrust. I cry out his name, his grip on my wrists disappearing in favor of grabbing onto my hips and using his hold for leverage as he plows into me again and again.
“Shit.” I moan. “Fuck.” Yes. Yes. Yes. “Right there.”
Dominique fucks me like a man possessed, drilling me into the mattress. “You want to come?” he asks, a snarl in his voice.
“Yes. Please, please, please.” I chant, desperate for my release.
