Page 42 of Scorned Beauty

Mine.

Sloane once complained about her curvy ass, but I debunked her of that notion by leaving possessive marks on it with my teeth and fingers. After sex, it was one of my favorite activities to do while I recharged and then fucked her all over again.

The Lava room was two doors from the elevator. A floor-to-ceiling window overlooked the celebration below. With the change of plans, I was restrategizing the many ways I was going to worship her body. I entered the room, kicked the door closed, and lowered her.

I checked my watch.

Five minutes until midnight. I sauntered to the ice bucket of chilled champagne. “Take off your underwear and face the window with your legs apart.”

Sloane crossed her arms. “Make me.”

Electricity pinged between us.Oh, baby, wanna play? I’m game. Amusement curved my lips as my gaze shifted to hers. “You want it rough?”

“I got all wet when you surprised me from behind and covered my mouth.”

My movements froze while the predatory instincts I’d been harboring toward her all evening heated my veins. I lowered the champagne and prowled toward her. Her throat bobbed.

“Do we need a safe word?”

“Or I can just kick you in the balls.”

That sass. I would take pleasure in choking her with my cock, but I was desperate to have the walls of her cunt strangling the life out of it instead. Tense need stiffened my posture.

“Just so we’re clear, you want me to force you?”

“Yes. It’s called consensual nonconsent.”

I occasionally went to sex clubs and became familiar with this kink. I chuckled and her mouth was forming a smile when I surprised her and spun her around. Pushing her toward the couch, I shoved her to her knees and bent her at the waist so her upper body was splayed across the couch. Capturing her wrists in one hand, I unbuckled my belt and whipped it off. She tried to buck me off, but having people in this position was second nature to me and it wasn’t always a sexual scenario. I leaned over her. “If I’d known you had the rape kink, I would have prepared better.”

“Fuck you.”

She continued to struggle, and I lined my erection between her shapely ass, letting her feel how much she aroused me. “Soon, baby.”

I looped her wrists together behind her back. I was so hard for her, I could rub myself and come right there, but why deny her a fantasy?

I got up to get the champagne.

Sloane knee-walked a turn so she could glare at me.

“What?” I smirked. “I was getting the champagne.”

Three minutes to midnight. “You look so pretty on your knees.”

“Go to hell.”

“Tsk, tsk, such language.”

I tipped the bottle and drizzled it all over her.

“Ahhh…shit, Dom, that’s cold!”

“It’s not. Stop being a wimp and you’re supposed to be scared or pissed.”

She glared up at me. I lowered my hand and thumbed her fat bottom lip.

“Baby, how I want to shove my cock in your mouth right now and have you gagging, but that’ll have to wait. I’m going to lick every inch of you, starting with your cunt.” Then I yanked her up. “Now, let’s welcome the new year while you scream my name.”

I positioned her against the window. It had a reflective coating that wouldn’t allow anyone from the outside to look in, so anyone in the celebratory room who looked up wouldn’t see Sloane spread-eagled with me feasting on her from behind. But with her hands bound behind her back, it presented me with a problem.