Page 80 of Dance of Defiance

Mine.

“Open your mouth, wreckage,” I growl through clenched teeth as his tongue sends ripples of pleasure through my belly. “Open your mouth and put your hands over your head.”

He looks up at me, shivering, questions in his hooded eyes. When I just nod, he flushes and slowly does as he’s told. His arms raise, hands moving over his head.

“Cross them at the wrist.”

Blood hums in my ears, my muscles twitching with a consuming need. My cock pulses, precum dripping from the swollen head as I loop Roman’s belt around his wrists and pull it tight. Roman shivers, and when I give the belt a sharp yank, a moan spills from his throat.

“This is what you’ve been waiting for, isn’t it,” I growl. “For me totakewhat I want. Your control. Your submission. Your fuckingmouth.”

Roman’s muscled thighs squeeze together, and I groan, seeing thehugebulge in his pants as he squirms like my greedy little cock slut.

“Open,” I command.

Like I said, I’m usually a top. But this is quickly moving past anything I “usually” am.

And it’s all. His. Fault.

He makes me want to break him, utterly. To take full control and fuckingusehim. And every step I take further into that dark, consuming place in my head, he’s clearly eager to follow me.

Roman's mouth opens, and he chokes out a gasp as I cinch the belt tight, keeping his hands crossed above his head as he looks up at me with those big, sexy eyes. I roll my hips forward, and when my thick head glides between his lips and sinks into his mouth,Romanmoans even before I do.

Jesus fuck.

I can feel my size forcing his mouth to stretch wide, but he does itso fucking willingly…

I drown in the heat of his mouth as I choke back a groan.

Holy shit.

His jaw widens, and when his lips wrap around my swollen crown, Roman groans again—an eager, loud hum that sends vibrations through my dick. His tongue swirls around my head, teasing the hole at the tip and making my precum leak all over his tongue.

No. We’re pastteasingnow.

I tug at the belt, stretching his arms above his head. He whimpers when I press my fist to the wall, pinning his arms in place. He hums even louder around my dick, fluttering his tongue over the slit.

I want more. I fuckingneedmore.

“Open wide, wreckage,” I grit through my teeth. “I’m going tofuckthis greedy little mouth of yours now.”

His eyes snap to mine. For half a second, they blaze with what I can only think are the last shreds of that stupid fucking voice inside him desperately trying to hang on to some semblance ofheterosexuality. The last remnants that hesitate at the notion of being “fucked” in any capacity.

But then, just as quickly as the look flashes in his eyes, I see it melt away. It's as if the more I push him and take away his control, the stronger, wilder and more powerful his need for me becomes.

Roman moans deeply, and when I rock my hips and slide my dick deeper into his mouth, he groans even louder. I do the same, my jaw tight, my eyes locked with his as he takes my cock into the back of his throat like a fucking greedy slut.

I hiss and draw back, watching his lips eagerly trying to keep me inside his mouth, my shaft glistening with his spit. I grunt and thrust right back in, burying myself in the back of his throat, my dick throbbing at the sight of his saliva dripping out the corners of his mouth.

I pull the belt tighter, yanking his arms even higher, forcing him more into a position of submission. When his eyes lock with mine again, they’re on fuckingfirewith raw, dark, need. His hands stretch up. Not fighting me.Reachingfor me.

What thefuck.

A possessive wildness takes hold of me. I keep the belt tight but twist my wrists at the same time, reaching down, letting my fingers tangle with his.

Holy shit.

He grips me tighter, his eyes blazing as he groans around my swelling, pulsing cock.