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He smells divine—like Scotch on ice with a hint of smokey leather for added spice—and it sends me into an altered state of mind before I process what’s happening between us.
His hands roam down my arms until he reaches my wrists, squeezing them gently yet firmly before lifting my arms over my head and locking my wrists above my head. He leaves just enough room to escape, if I want to.
His aggression and dominance stir something powerful within me. I become something else the moment he crowds me and holds my wrists in an iron grip overhead. The move commands and controls. It conveys power and dominance. But it’s what this display of dominance draws out of me that makes my head spin with arousal and need.
His lips smile against my ear as he presses his body against mine. There’s no doubt in my mind he reads my reactions clearly. With the pounding of my heart, the deepening of my breath, and the overpowering scent of my arousal flooding the air, I’m fiercely aroused and aching.
His lips lightly smile against mine.
“Fuuuuck.” He grinds his erection against my ass while his voice vibrates with the power of his need. “You’ve set limits in our relationship since we started. Limits I’ve respected. But you don’t get to decide when this ends without me. So, I’m going to say this once, and that’s all.”
“Alec…” My voice cracks with the husky tones of desperation and need.
“Stop.” He takes a step back, still securing my wrists over my head. His hand comes down sharply, cracking over my ass.
I gasp at the sharp, tingling flare of pain, then moan as a rush of wanton need flows through me.
Alec spins me around. He grabs my wrists once again, pressing me back against the wall. He leans into me as if he’s a part of me and we’re a single entity that wants to be united in every way possible.
“You’re mine.” Dominant, yet full of love and adoration, Alec reads me like a book, and if I’m lucky, he’ll be the one to tame my wild spirit.
I tremble beneath his gaze, feeling utterly helpless, but acutely aware of his passionate possession over me—or rather our shared passion.
“You know nothing about what I want with you, how deep I want this to go, but I will say this here and now…” He takes in a deep breath. “Fuuuuck, I smell you. Your arousal coats the air.”
“Alec—I’m…” I try to respond but find thinking nearly impossible with him standing over me with such a display of dominance.
“If I feel between your legs, will you be wet for me?” Without warning, Alec reaches between my legs, cupping my pussy with his broad hand. He leans into me again.
“Yes.” I can barely breathe, but I can answer his question.
He spins me around again. This time, instead of pinning my hands over my head, he yanks down my pants and shoves his hand between my legs. Like I said, and as he guessed, I’m wet for him. Wetter than I ever imagined.
“I’m going to fuck you, take without giving.” He slips a finger between my folds, making me cry out as a wave of intense pleasure courses through me. “Consider it a punishment for that text. For ending things the way you did.”
Alec steps away, just far enough to unbuckle his pants and free his cock. Then he’s back, his powerful body pressing against mine. The evidence of his arousal hard and thick between us.
“You and I have only scratched the surface when it comes to sex. We haven’t discussed dominance and submission. If you were mine, in that way, one slap of my hand isn’t nearly what you deserve.” He rocks his hips against me, pressing his turgid length against my ass and spine. “I’d bend you over my knee, redden that ass until you couldn’t sit for a week, then I’d force you to write lines about why that kind of behavior isn’t tolerated.”
It’s as if he sets off a nuclear bomb with his words. The rush of heat licking through me sends me right to the edge until I’m a whimpering mess. It’s as if he reached into my head and pulled out my deepest fantasy. Only, with Alec, it wouldn’t be a fantasy.
It would be real.
“If you ever call things off between us again, without having the decency of talking to me first about what’s going on. What you need. What I want. I’ll redden your ass with far more than a single strike of my hand.”
I moan as he moves ever so slightly closer.
“I mean it.” His breaths, throaty and deep, work magic on my mind.
“I’m sorry.” My apology trembles on my lips as I shift my hips, pressing my ass out in a blatant invitation. I want this with every fiber of my being. “I never should’ve…” I take a deep breath and curl my lower lip between my teeth.
A charged silence fills the room as I close my eyes, unable to meet his gaze while finally confessing my fantasies. That his dominance excites me.
The seconds drag on and on until his heavy presence looms over me. His breathing comes in shallow bursts until, all at once, he smacks both my ass cheeks hard with two echoing claps.
It’s like fireworks in my veins, a mixture of pain and pleasure that surges through me. Leaving no doubt about where our night is headed.
Alec presses my wrists overhead while wrapping one arm around my waist. He leans in close. “If a few smacks on the ass are too much for you… If this isn’t what you need, what you crave, tell me now. Because I’ve had weeks to think about what I want, what I need, and what I crave. What I want is to take that step and bring this into what we share. If you want that as well, speak now. Say yes, and I’m going to show you exactly what it means to be mine. Say no and I walk away.”