Page 33 of The Bargain (Dalton Family #2)
Chapter Thirty-Three
Ethan
I own you.
Not once has Sofia pushed back on that declaration, but I hadn’t expected her to, either.
I’m aware of how much she enjoys being dominated, at least when it comes to sex.
But I make no mistake in believing I could dominate her elsewhere, nor would I want to anyway.
I like her independence. I like her fire and drive.
I fucking love that she only submits to me.
If I could shut down her instinct to run, we’d be good, but I hope like hell a little bit of trust goes a long way toward ending her inclination to push me away.
Of course, me going around her to her father didn’t help my case, but she’ll get it when he comes around and inks a deal with me to save his business.
And he will. I saw the give in his eyes.
I saw his realization that I was not going to fuck him over when he saw something different in others.
I step in front of the couch and ease Sofia to her feet, tangling my fingers in the soft blonde of her hair, and her lips part as I say, “Hawaii was never going to be enough, but you always can say when it’s too much. Never forget that. You are in—”
“Control?” she questions.
“Yes. Exactly.”
“I don’t feel in control.”
“Because you don’t want to be in control. You like when I own you. You like how I fuck you. Don’t you?”
“Maybe I do.”
I scoop her close and grip her wrists behind her, my gaze raking over her plump, rosy nipples, my cock so damn hard it hurts. I lean in close, my lips at her ears, filling my free hand with her perfect breast. “You have no idea all the things I want to do to you. All you have to do is say yes.”
“But I’m not even allowed to touch you?”
“Oh, you can touch me, baby.” I ease back to look at her. “You can put your hands and mouth anywhere you want, just not until I spank you.”
“And if I don’t want you to spank me?”
“But you do want me to spank you.” I sit down and drag her close, my hands on her hips, my mouth temptingly close to her body, my fingers sliding between her thighs, wet heat dripping over my fingers.
“Oh yeah, baby. You’re so fucking wet for me.
” I dip my fingers inside her, and she leans forward, her hands pressed to my shoulders.
She trembles, and her lashes flutter, settling in dark half-moons on her creamy skin.
“Look at me,” I order softly, my fingers exploring her, teasing her, and when her eyes open and her stare meets mine, her gaze is glazed with arousal, her inhibitions slipping away.
“Good girl,” I say softly, and capture her hips, dragging her closer to press my lips to her belly, my tongue lapping at the soft skin there, but it’s not where she wants me.
Her hips arch with the loss of my fingers, her body aching for my touch.
Her fingers twine around my hair, and I can feel the urgency in her build. “Should I lick your clit or spank your beautiful backside, baby? You pick.”
“Ethan, please.”
“All right, baby. I’ll lick just a little, and then you’re going to lay across my lap.”
Her eyes go wide. “What? I’m—”
I lick her clit.
She pants and twists rough fingers in my hair as if she’s afraid I’ll escape. As if I want to escape.
My lips curve, and I lick her again, suckling her gently, exploring her with my fingers as she arches into me again, but I’m not even close to letting her come.
I pull back, my mouth just out of reach, my breath warm where she wants me, and then I kiss her belly again.
She moans, a soft, sexy sound that has my cock twitching in my pants and wishing I was buried inside her.
Just not yet.
Not yet.
My arm slides around her waist, and I force her to straddle me, cupping her head and bringing her mouth to mine, and I can taste her need on my tongue, taste how much she needs the release she thinks she needs now.
But she’s not ready. She twists her fingers around the cotton of my T-shirt and tears her mouth from mine.
“Ethan.” There is a plea in her voice, as if she is asking for something but doesn’t know what.
But I do.
I dive my fingers into her hair and tilt her gaze to mine. “It’s time. I’m going to spank you now. I want you to lay across my lap.”