Page 189 of Carnal Games

The need to dominate her.

To rip her clothes off and eat her pussy.

To fuck her raw with a bite of pain.

Her submissive nature is my goddam kryptonite. It calls to my need to control and rule her. I’m powerless against showing her a peek. “Now, Iris, before I punish you.”

Trembling, she submits.

The fabric gives way under a teasing pull of her hands. The ripe tits I remember all too well spill over the neckline. The lens didn’t do them justice.

The loose cami drops to her slim waist, leaving her upper half bare.

No bra.

Does that mean no panties either?

Jealousy blasts through me, knowing she was roaming like this around Nathan. I push it down.

“Good girl,” I praise, glancing back at her face. “Keep going.”

Dutifully holding my gaze despite the red hue on her cheekbones, she grasps the waistband along with her top andlowers it. The rustling noise, her heavy panting, and the desire in her striking eyes threaten to break the thread on my control.

“Step out of them,” I roughly demand. Once she’s done it, I still don’t look down. “I told you I’m not fucking you until you end it with Nathan. I meant it. But in a second, I’m going to stare for as long as I want and you will keep your hands against the wall unless I tell you otherwise.”

A nod. “Okay.”

“Okay, what?” I put a little force in my tone.

Her pupils dilate. “Okay, sir.”

I’m already obsessed with her voice. Hearing her call me sir is going to be the death of me. I didn’t even know it was a need until she uttered it. The first time she said it, I almost bent her over the desk.

Unable to wait any longer, I drag my eyes down the slope of her neck to her collarbone, where her pulse pounds rapidly. They eat up every bit of her warm skin, a mix of light and golden, like she enjoys being in the sun.

Her brown nipples harden before my gaze as I admire her soft tits. They’re more than a handful, but I know they’ll fit perfectly in my palms as I caress them, squeeze, and cup them while she rides my cock. They’ll look stunning with my handprints on them.

“K-Kian,” she says, restless.

“It’s a shame your tits haven’t been licked and sucked. I’m going to enjoy spending my time tasting them. Do you want that, rainbow? Do you want to know how it feels to have a tongue roll around your nipples and the warmth of a mouth sucking them?”

“Yes,” she moans. I bend and blow on one tip. “Ooh!”

“Raise your arms over your head.” She does, causing her tits to bounce and arch. “Don’t move them.”

“Are you going to…”

I flick my eyes to her. “Taste them?” She nods, biting her lip. “Have I finished admiring your magnificent body?” A shake of her head. “Then no. I put my mouth on you, I’ll end up ravaging you. You aren’t ready. And I haven’t seen my favorite part of you yet. One I’m desperate to taste the most. One I’m going to make my home. One you’re going to offer to me anytime, anyplace I want.”

Her nipples pucker, letting me know she loves the thought of being under my control. My mercy. The power exchange.

Dipping my gaze past her full tits, I trail it down her flat stomach to the apex of her thighs. My mouth waters at the sight of the small landing strip. I drop to my knees, beckoned by her pussy.

“Spread your legs,” I hoarsely say.

“Kian.”

“Now!” Not a command, a plea. She parts her thighs, revealing her wet—no,drenched—slit. “Fuck. So pretty.”