“Laney.”
“Yeah?” she replied grumpily.
“You’re yelling.”
“So?”
“So, sweet, you just yelled at me.”
She frowned. “I’ve yelled at you before.”
“Yes, but before you’ve always feared my retaliation, this time you’re not afraid, you’re not freezing up. You’re fighting for me, for us, without being afraid of how I would react!” He swept her up into his arms with a grin as she realized that she’d just well and truly lost her temper without once worrying about him hurting her.
A slow smile blossomed across her face. “So I did. Well?” She wrestled her way out of his hold and stood back, her hands on her hips.
“Well what?” he asked.
“Aren’t you going to apologize for going back on your word?”
“Sweet, I never went back on my word. I could never get sick of you.” He leaned down for a kiss, looking shocked as she stepped back.
“You skunk! You did that on purpose.”
She glared up at him, her suspicions confirmed by his smug grin. She frowned. “You know that this doesn’t suddenly solve everything. I mean, I didn’t freeze or flinch this time but next time I might. It’s not that I don’t trust you, or that I think you’ll hit me. I wouldn’t stay with you if I really believed that. It’s instinctual. I…I can’t help it.” She worried at her lower lip as she stared up at him. He smiled slightly, running his hand over her abused lip before cupping her cheek with his palm.
“I know, sweet, I’m demanding and impatient, aren’t I? It’s not really the flinching that bothers me.” He grinned at her raised eyebrows. “Well, all right, it bothers me, but the thing that concerns me most is that you don’t trust me enough to let me protect you. That you won’t follow what I say when it counts and that you’ll end up hurt or worse. That makes me afraid, and I don’t like being afraid.”
Tears filled her eyes as she realized just how much he loved her, because she knew that there was very little her strong mate feared.
“I trust you. I really do. I will try to do what you ask of me, to open up, to let you protect me.” She patted his cheek. “But as someone once told me, actions mean more than words, so how about I show you how much I trust you?” She took a deep breath.
“I know that you’ve been holding back from me, holding in a part of who you are because you didn’t want to scare me. Don’t think I can’t tell that you’re holding back in the bedroom, Cooper.”
“The bedroom?”
Her chin rose bravely. “That’s right, in the bedroom. You’re holding back and I want it to stop. ”
“Oh, you do, do you?” he murmured softly, reaching down to clasp her waist, lifting her off the floor so her feet dangled in the air, her face now even with his.
“Yes, I do.” She spoke firmly, something inside her calming with the knowledge of her trust in him. “I love you, Cooper, and I trust you. You would never hurt me physically. Please.”
He set her down on her feet before moving to lock the door.
“Strip.” The order was short, sharp, and she jolted in shock.
“W-what?” she asked hesitantly, but he just folded his arms, looking at her sternly.
“Strip. Now.”
This time she moved hastily to obey him, stripping off her t-shirt and trousers but leaving on her bra and panties.
“All of it,” he barked out, heat from his eyes blasting her.
“Here?” She looked around in trepidation.
“Sweet, there’s one thing you need to learn. You don’t want me to hold back? Good. But that means that in the bedroom I’m in charge. Now strip.”
She didn’t waste time pointing out the obvious—that they weren’t in the bedroom. She wasn’t that literal. Instead she hastily stripped off her bra and panties, feeling a tingling in her pussy, his harsh commands heating her blood, building the anticipation.
But as he moved around her in a large circle without a word, she started to wonder if there was something wrong.
“Coop?” she asked hesitantly.
“You know, you are so beautiful. I’m shocked each time I realize you’re mine, all mine.” He moved to sit in the large padded seat behind his desk.
“Come here.” As soon as she was in reach of those long, supple arms he had her clasped around the waist, swinging her until she sat on the desk in front of him.
“Spread your legs,” he commanded softly, and she did, feeling her cheeks blush as he stared at her naked folds.
“Such a pretty, pretty pussy. So plump and moist. I bet you’re already wet for me, aren’t you, baby? Did my commands turn you on?” He rubbed his hands up and down her thighs and she leaned back with a sigh. A sharp slap to her pussy had her sitting back up, her eyes wide open in shock.
“I asked you a question.” His voice held a dark warning and she shivered in reaction but kept her mouth closed.
“Are you wet for me, Laney?”
“Can’t you tell?” she sassed him, taking a chance and pushing him.
Slowly, he leaned back against his chair, his finger tapping against his chin.
“Are you being deliberately defiant, Laney?” His deep voice was thoughtful, strong, and a soft shiver danced over her skin. Not fear, but desire.
“So what if I am?” she challenged.
“Well, you might want to rethink that, sweet, seeing as how you’re already owed some punishment. Adding to it may not be your wisest move.”
She swallowed the slight tingle of fear at the word punishment—either she trusted him or she didn’t. Laney forced herself to relax, widening her eyes innocently as she leaned forward to play with his nipples through his t-shirt. But then he grabbed her hands, stopping her.
“What punishment? What did I do?” she asked as she fought unsuccessfully to release her hands.
“What did you do? What did you do?” His voice rose until he was yelling.
“You didn’t tell me someone was tormenting you. You didn’t allow me to protect you. Then you went off by yourself, allowing someone to hurt you!”
“I’m sorry, Cooper,” she said softly. But he shook his head, almost remorseful.
“Sorry doesn’t cut it, sweet. I’m mad at you, really mad, and you’ve just given me the green light to ensure that you never put yourself at risk so foolishly again. But I need you to be sure, Laney, really sure that you do trust me. Do you trust me, Laney?” He looked at her, his eyes so serious that she smiled softly.
Didn’t he know? “With my life.”
“Then come here.” He patted his lap lightly. She jumped off the desk and went to sit on his lap, but he shook his head. Laney frowned at him, puzzled.
“On your stomach.”
“Why?” She peered down at him suspiciously.
“I thought you trusted me.”
“I do.”
“Then do as I tell you.” His voice was firm, unbending.
She lay down on his lap, feeling his jeans dig into her stomach. Her hands came down to rest on the ground, steadying her.
“Cooper.” She began to voice her second thoughts when his hand caressed her ass softly, gently, his thumb moving in to rub lightly at the rosette of her ass. He moved his fingers to rub lightly on her folds, swirling in the rich liquid he found there. She opened her legs, allowing him greater access to her pussy.
Just as her orgasm began to build, Cooper pulled his hand away and a sharp slap landed on her right buttock.
“Hey!” she screamed out, trying to rise, but a hand against her lower back held her down, his other hand massaging the abused cheek.
“Shh, sweet.”
Again and again slaps rained down on her ass and, although they stung, the hurt quickly morphed into a blinding pleasure. Every few slaps he stopped to massage her bottom, drawing out the pleasure until she felt herself leaning in to each spank, anticipating where it would fall.
“You like this, don’t you, sweet? I can feel you dripping on
to my leg. Tell me, tell me how it feels.”
She whimpered as two fingers entered her pussy, pumping in and out gently.
“Please, Cooper,” she begged, too far gone to care. Here in his arms there were no inhibitions, there were no boundaries, no sense of right or wrong. There was just him.
“Tell me.” His words were stern and enforced with another heavy spank before his fingers returned to her pussy, thrusting into her sharply.
“It feels so good, the pain and pleasure, they mix together into the most incredible, heady feeling.”
“Do you need to come?” he asked, a third finger entering her tight pussy.
“Y-yes please, let me come, Cooper.”
“No.” He pulled his hand back out to rain spank after spank on her bottom while she begged him to let her come.
“Promise me that you will never keep anything from me again.”
“W-what?” she cried out.
“Promise me that you will never keep anything from me again. Promise me that you will never put yourself in danger again. Promise me, Laney, and I will let you come.”
“That’s not fair,” she cried out, so lost in her pleasure that she couldn’t think, could barely breathe for want of him.
“No, what’s not fair is that you kept this from me. What’s not fair is that you didn’t trust me to protect you, to look out for you. I want your promise, or you don’t come.”
“I can make myself come!” But she didn’t want to. She wanted him.
He chuckled darkly. “Oh, I don’t think so, sweet, you only come when I give you permission.”
“Says who?” she demanded, crying out as his fingers in her pussy twisted, sending pulses of pleasure through her.
“Says me. I’m in charge. You disobey, you get punished.”
“Maybe I like your punishments,” she cried out, almost sobbing with her need.
“Oh, sweet, if you think this is all there is, you’ve got another think coming. I can do this all day, take you up and then leave you hanging. Your skin will be so sensitive, your clit so full and pulsing that you’ll do anything to come, but I won’t let you. Is that what you want, sweet?”
“No,” she wailed. “You are such a bastard!” she sobbed as his thumb lightly flicked her clit, not enough to make her come, but enough to torture her erotically.
“Okay, okay, I promise.”
“What do you promise? I want to hear the words.”
Dear Lord, he was asking her to think? “I promise never to keep anything from you,” she screamed.
“And?”
“And to never put myself in danger.”
“Good girl.” His fingers left her pussy and then he flipped her up and over until she sat on the edge of the desk. He chuckled softly as she winced. Laney then found herself on her back, her legs split wide. She scrambled for something to hold on to, to cling to as the maelstrom of furious pleasure threatened to tear her apart.
A cry escaped as his mouth descended on her clit while two fingers entered her passage again. They pumped quickly while his tongue played with her clit. Sucking, licking, swirling, he brought her to orgasm until all she could see were swirling shades of color and light, until she swore her heart stopped.
Laney descended to hear someone wailing aloud, only to realize that someone was her. Embarrassed, she slammed her hand over her mouth, blushing when she heard Cooper chuckle.
“Ass,” she muttered.
“Hmmm, yours is rather delightfully red, my sweet,” he crooned.
“Oh, shut up and strip,” she ordered. Sitting up, she quickly leaned on one hip to take her weight off her stinging butt.
He just raised one eyebrow at her. “Oh no, do you need a little reminder, sweet?”
“A reminder of what?” she asked, wondering why the hell he wanted to talk when they could be doing other things.
“A reminder of who is in charge.” Reaching over, he tweaked a nipple sharply and she drew in a deep breath before narrowing her eyes at him.
“In the bedroom,” she clarified suspiciously as he grinned, shrugging unrepentantly.
“I’m a forceful man, you know that, sweet. I’ve been waiting for your trust and now that I have it I no longer have to hold back, do I?” He stood up and dragged her mouth up for a kiss, a kiss so hard, so compelling that she forgot about her sore butt, sitting back down on it sharply before hissing in pain. He chuckled, lifting her off the desk to stand in front of him.
“Strip me, sweet,” he ordered softly, and she moved quickly to obey.
“You know, just because I might like orders in the bedroom, doesn’t mean I’m going to take them all the time.”
“‘Might’ sweet?” He laughed softly as she crinkled her nose at him. She bared his wide chest, taking her time to bite each nipple softly, reveling in the sharp hiss of pain-pleasure he made.
Impatient, she yanked on his jeans and boxers, pulling them off before she grabbed his cock, moving her hands up and down the warm, thick shaft with a hungry sensuality. She whimpered a protest as he grabbed her hands, pulling them away.
“Too fast, I’d say.” His voice was strangled as he moved to sit back on his chair.
“Come here.” He crooked a finger at her but she shook her head.
“No.” His eyes darkened at her small defiance and a growl escaped him. She bit her lip to hide a grin. Poor baby, he really didn’t like being told no. Especially when his cock was hard and throbbing, as she knew it was.
“Delaney.” Each syllable was drawn out on a deep growl, but she just shook her head again.
“Not until you understand that I won’t be following your orders blindly outside of the bedroom.”
“I am your Alpha.” His voice was dark, commanding, and she almost dropped to her knees in supplication. But he was her mate first, and she was strong—stronger than she’d ever realized.
“Yes, but you are my mate as well. I won’t be a blind little follower, Cooper, I just won’t.”
His eyes narrowed on her dangerously, and she almost caved in the face of his intense will. She knew he wasn’t used to defiance, just as she knew he wasn’t going to simply let this go, not when it came to his protection of her.
“It is my job to protect you. You will do as I say when it comes to your safety.”
She had to move carefully, he was so protective, so dominant, and she didn’t want to spend the rest of their lives fighting him on everything.
“It’s our job to protect both of us.” She held up a hand before he could protest. “I don’t want you to not protect me, Cooper. I love that you look after me so well, you make me feel so safe. But I won’t follow you blindly, Coop. I reserve the right to argue, to discuss, to hear your reasons. I don’t want to be weak, Cooper.”
“You’re not weak,” he growled. His hands were clasped tightly around the arms of the chair, probably to stop himself from throttling me, she thought with a grin.
“You think this is funny?”
“No, Coop. Well, just a little. After all, you’re the one who’s been telling me how strong I am, and now that I’ve begun to believe you, you’re growling about it.” She smiled at him as he snorted.
“In other words, I’ve created this monster so now I have to live with it?”
“Hey, who you calling a monster?” Her hands went to her hips. Another growl rumbled through his chest, but she figured that this one had more to do with arousal than temper.
“Come here and suck my cock, woman, before I explode.”
Grinning, Laney knelt on the floor between his outstretched legs, watching his throbbing cock hungrily. She used one hand to grasp the base firmly while she moved her other hand to cup his balls lightly. Using her tongue, she licked the small drop of creamy precum that decorated the tip. Inserting her tongue into the small slit, she delicately licked, delighting in his moan of approval. Sucking just the head of his cock into her mouth, she heard him groan in reaction.
“Stop playing around, sweet, and s
uck me.” He lightly tapped her cheek and she pulled back to look up at him.
“But I like playing,” she pouted.
“Play later. I want you to suck me off. Now.” He used his hands to direct her mouth back to the tip of his cock.
“Open up and take me, sweet.” One hand clasped her chin while the other guided his cock into her open mouth. In and out he pumped gently, softly, before she took over, sucking him in deep. She slowly slid her mouth over him, gliding down the thick shaft, taking as much of him inside her as she could.
“That’s it, sweet,” he groaned as she took his cock deep and then swallowed. “Do that again, oh hell, that feels good.” She sucked him in harder, faster, reveling in the sound of his panting, his groans as he started to lose control.
“Look at me, sweet, open your eyes and look at what you do to me.” She raised her eyes, humming in enjoyment as she saw the look of intense rapture on his face. Suddenly he thrust forward, his back arching as he threw his head back. A deep, throaty roar left his mouth as his cum pulsed its way down her throat, warm and thick.
When he was spent, she took great satisfaction from licking him clean while he ran his hand through her hair.
“Damn, sweet, you trying to kill me here?”
Laney just smiled, running her hands up his thighs, then up his hard stomach to play lightly with the hair on his chest.
“At least you’ll die happy.”
“I love you,” he said quietly, his gaze warm and soft.
“Do you now?” She grinned as he arched an eyebrow. “I’ll remind you of that when we have a disagreement.”
“I don’t need reminding,” he replied arrogantly. “No matter what, you will remember that I love you. No disagreement will ever change that. No matter how much I yell or get angry, I will never hurt you or stop loving you. Understood?”
“Jeez, you really are a bossy ass.” She looked up at him in mock anger. “But luckily I love you, so I’ll forgive you. Always.”
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