Page 93 of Give In

But Damien was having none of it. Releasing my breast, his fingers speared into the back of my hair and fisted, holding me in place. Holding my eyes—mine clouded by lust but his sharp and intense. Holding my secret darkness.

“Don’t fucking move unless I say so.” His jaw clenched. “Understand?”

Without thinking, I nodded, but he didn’t loosen his hold on my hair or move with me. The resulting tug made my scalp sting.

His ministrations on my clit stopped. “Say it.”

“I understand,” I breathed, practically vibrating from restraining myself.

He didn’t resume his heavenly torture, and just stared at me expectantly.

“I won’t move unless you tell me to,” I tried.

His hand left my pussy, and my hips lifted to follow, breaking the agreement I’d made less than ten seconds before.

Thwap.

It took me a moment to realize Damien had slapped me between my legs. Not hard, and if I were honest, more pleasurable than painful, but the unexpectedness made me jolt. Self-preservation had me releasing his cock and scurrying back even as desire pooled where his hand had connected.

Thwap.

I thrashed.

Thwap.

I tried to close my legs.

Thwap.

I froze.

That time when he took his hand away, my hips didn’t shift an inch. I barely even breathed.

“That’s my girl,” he rumbled again, the pride in his tone outweighing the sting from his touch. Tugging my gathered hair, he tilted my head back and lowered his face to mine. I could feel the heat from him, taste his minty breath as my own came in short bursts. “Say it.”

“I won’t move.”

“What do you call me?” he bit out. His tone was harsh, but he wasn’t mad.

He was desperate.

It seeped into his voice. It shone from his eyes, wild and manic. It tightened his body, his muscles so tight and cut, he had to ache.

Iached.

“I won’t move, Damien.”

Thwap.

My clit pulsed, a current of pleasure knocking out any hint of pain as I convulsed, so close to the edge it hurt. My desperation matched his as I frantically cried, “I don’t know what the fuck you want. Tell me and I’ll do it.” My chest heaved, tears burning in the back of my eyes.

“What doyoucall me?”

Realization dawned, and the current of pleasure became a tidal wave, powerful and dizzying. “Professor Caine?”

He didn’t answer verbally, but his cock jumped and his fingers returned to my pussy, gentler than before.

I don’t want gentle.