Page 52 of Twisted Proposal

This time, when she tried to slap me, I grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them to the wall.

"And I told you, you belong to me. The sooner you learn that, the better."

I kissed her again, sliding her wrists up the wall, stretching her body out beneath me, until the swell of her breasts was almost visible from the neck of her shirt.

They tasted so good. The other night, those tight little buds practically begged me to suck and lick them until she was mindless with pleasure.

I kissed her neck and trailed my lips down to her chest, as she melted into me for a second before trying to fight me again. The only thing her struggling did was press her cunt into my cock as she tried to wiggle free.

"I don't belong to anyone," she ground out until I thrust against her core and her eyes slid shut on a low gasp.

"What's wrong, princess, did riding my thigh not do enough for you last night? Beg me and maybe I'll fuck that sweet pussy until you're satisfied."

"Go to hell," she bit out.

"Trust me, I'm already there." I thrust against her again.

She arched her back, pushing her breasts in my face while she so desperately tried to get the friction she needed.

"Let me go," she growled.

"No, and I don't think that's what you really want."

I leaned down and bit her nipple, already hard and peeking through her shirt. "I think you came up here to see if you could start a fight and earn another punishment. Is that it? Are you here to beg me to bend you over my desk and spank you again? Did you want my belt again, or my palm? Or do I need to put you on your knees and show you what that smart mouth of yours is really for?"

"You wouldn't," she said between clenched teeth.

I let go of her neck just to grab her chin and press my lips to hers, squeezing her jaw until she opened for me.

Her protests would have been so much more convincing if she wasn't kissing me back. Even her kiss was a fucking battle. She fought for control and I loved it.

I loved knowing that she wasn't going to give me anything. She wasn't going to submit to me willingly. I was going to have to earn her obedience, to take it, and my inevitable victory would be that much sweeter because of it.

Viktoria pulled her wrists from my grip and laced her fingers in my hair. At first she was pulling me closer, trying to control the kiss again, then her fingers tightened as she tried to pull me off of her.

Fucking brat.

If that was the way she wanted to play it, fine.

I grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her across the room to the large oak desk in the corner.

She kicked and clawed at every single step.

Then I slammed her down on the table, careful that her torso hit hard, not her face or head.

"What do you think you are doing?" she screeched.

"I think we are going to play a little game," I purred in her ear as I leaned over her, pressing my cock against her perfectly tight little ass. "I think you like this. You don't want to like it, but you do."

"No, I don't."

"Then let's make a bet instead of playing a game. If I reach down into these pants and feel your pussy, are you going to be wet for me?"

"No," she said.

"Well then. There is our wager. If you're wet, then you move in here, and you will spend your days in school and your nights in my bed, learning how to be a good girl. If your pussy isn't weeping, begging me to fuck it, then you go back to the dorm. Is it a deal?"

I knew she was wet. I could feel the damp heat radiating through the fine material, could smell the heady scent of her arousal in the air between us. My mouth watered at the thought of tasting her, of burying my face between her thighs until she screamed.