She pursed her lips and rolled her eyes yet again.
“Oh, baby, you have got to stop rolling your eyes at me. If you do it again, I’m going to take you over my knee. And I’d rather not do that until your ass is fully healed.”
Her eyes went wide, but her breathing also got loud and ragged. His words affected her. In a good way.
“Good. So we’re clear on that. Now, for the rest of the night, I want you to submit to me. You do as I say, and you’ll find yourself well rewarded. You fight me on this, and you’ll go to sleep very needy. Got it?”
She inhaled slowly and then nodded.
He smiled. “She’s catching on.” He lifted off her and hauled her to stand in front of him. “You don’t speak unless I ask you a direct question that requires an answer. Your job is to do as you’re told. My job is to make your body hum.”
She visibly shuddered. He liked that.
Zane leaned back against the couch. “Please take off your clothes.”
She tucked her lips inside her mouth and stared at him.
“Don’t think. Don’t hesitate. Just obey.”
Her hands shook as she lifted her T-shirt over her head and dropped it on his coffee table. When she popped the button on her jeans, he watched her closely. Her cheeks were red. It embarrassed her to strip for him, even though he’d seen her entire body already. Her timidness made him rock hard.
He almost moaned when she wiggled her hips back and forth to shrug off her jeans. He gripped the back of the couch where he’d spread his hands as she squirmed out of her panties and then popped her bra and let it fall from her arms.
“Turn around.”
Abby slowly shuffled her feet until she faced away from him.
He wanted to see her wound, make sure she wasn’t exaggerating when she said it didn’t hurt any longer. A small red line marked the spot that had been stitched. Except for about an inch of pink surrounding the mark, it looked good. Zane set his hands on her hips and stroked his thumb over the wound.
Abby didn’t flinch.
“It looks good. No pain?”
She shook her head, twisting around to look over her shoulder. “No. And I kinda forgot about it after my car accident.”
Satisfied, he spun her back around. “Sit on my coffee table, baby. Tall. Hands behind you, shoulders back, legs spread.”
She eased her ass onto the table and followed his directions. Her gaze even lowered to the floor. Fuck she was submissive. She was so fucking perfect, he had to pause before he could speak again.
Her tits stood out in front of her when she pulled her shoulders back. Her nipples pebbled even though he hadn’t touched her. And her pussy… “Baby, you’re wet.”
She flinched, but that was all.
“You might note you’re always wet when you submit to me. I know you didn’t previously consider yourself submissive, but you are, baby.” He leaned forward, forcing himself not to adjust his cock as he put his elbows on his knees. “It comes natural for some people.” He stared at her for a long time, taking in her gorgeous body. Her skin was smooth and pale. Delectable. He wanted to run his tongue over her. He had done so. He wanted to do it again. “It comes natural for you. And it turns me on more than you can imagine.”
She made a soft sound. Maybe a moan. His cock pulsed against his jeans. He wanted her lips wrapped around him again. Was it too soon to command her to suck him? She’d done it this morning on her own and seemed to love it. But taking that last step and directing her to suck his cock was huge. Not every woman found it fulfilling. Few did in fact. However, a submissive by nature sometimes could do anything and find it arousing simply by pleasing their Dom.
He decided against it. He didn’t want to push her.
Another tactic.
Zane stood. “Let’s move to the bedroom.” He headed down the hall, hearing her soft footsteps behind him. When he reached the bedroom, he tugged the comforter off his bed and pointed at the sheet. “Climb up. Lie down. Spread yourself open for me.”
Abby did as he said, situating herself sideways on the bed so he had the perfect view of her from his stance at the side.
“Touch yourself, baby.”
Abby sucked in a breath.
“Show me how you masturbate when you’re alone.”
She lifted her hands from her sides and cupped her breasts. That wasn’t entirely what he had in mind, but it was smoking hot, and for all he knew she always stroked her tits first.
Abby bucked into her own hands when she pinched her nipples. She moaned. Zane fought to keep from doing the same.
“That’s enough nipple action, baby. Lower your hands. Stroke your clit.”
Her hands shook as she spread them down her belly toward her pussy. When her fingers tentatively landed on her clit, she held the hood back with one hand and flicked a finger from the other over the distended nub.
Zane leaned against the side of the bed, pressing his cock into the mattress as he watched the best porn ever. “That’s so sexy, baby.” His voice sounded foreign to him, deep, too low. “Reach inside now. Gather your wetness. Spread it around.”
Abby released her clit and dug her heels into the bed as she stroked one finger through her folds.
“Pull your lips apart. Let me see your pussy better, baby.”
She used both hands to do so, and the view of her pink parted lips, her arousal nearly dripping from her core, made him inhale sharply. He’d meant to command her to orgasm for her benefit, not his. But at this rate, he might come inside his jeans before she ever got off.
“What gets you off, Abby? Clitoral? Or G-spot?”
She tipped her face to meet his gaze. “I— Um, I—I’ve never come with my fingers. I use a vibrator.”
Zane smiled. He set his hands on her ankles and held them open wider. “Until now.”
She stared at him, her mouth agape. She let her head fall back finally, her fingers dangling between her legs, wet with her juices, no longer touching herself.
“I’m going to direct you. And you’re going to come.”
She didn’t acknowledge him. If she didn’t believe him, all the better. It would make her orgasm that much sweeter in the end.
“If I can make you come with my fingers, I know you can do it with yours. Hell, you know better than me what you like and where you need the contact.”
Her belly dipped. He loved when she did that.
“Drag your wetness from your pussy to your clit and flick your finger over the bundle of nerves, baby.”
Abby stroked two fingers through her lower lips and did as he told her. When she flicked her clit, her legs shook.
Zane moved his hands from her ankles to her shins and held her steady. “Lick your fingers, baby.”
Abby stopped touching herself and met his gaze. She hesitated. But only for a moment. And then she sucked two fingers into her mouth, sticking out her tongue and teasing him. Her gaze held his.
Zane leaned forward, making sure she heard him well. “Abby, I’m the Dom here, not you. You will not tempt me with your sultry looks or your tongue when I’m instructing you. Understood?”
She froze, her tongue sticking out to swipe over her pointer. Her gaze lowered, and she released her fingers.
“Good girl. Use them on your clit.”
Her face turned red, as though she’d been caught doing something she shouldn’t have done. And essentially she had. She just didn’t know it. She would learn. He would teach her everything there was to know about pleasing him, submitting to him, making herself complete. Because in the end, that’s what this was all about, ensuring his sweet submissive was fulfilled. Her needs would be met. Her needs would be way more than met. And getting to that place… Getting to the point where she was a true submissive… Zane could barely contemplate the course of travel—it made him so fucking horny.
Abby set two fingers once again on her clit, but she watched Zane while she touched herself.
He knew what she was doing. She was showin
g him she couldn’t get herself off. She thought she might prove the point so he would give up the battle.
She thought wrong.
“Abby, baby.” He met her gaze. “You won’t win.”
She looked shocked, as though not realizing he was on to her.
“If you want me to fuck you at some point tonight, you will orgasm first at your own hand. And don’t even consider faking it. I’m way too astute for that, baby.” He smoothed his hands up over her knees and grasped her thighs. That might help. It would at least give her the impression he was participating. The pressure on her thighs would keep her from having to concentrate on anything besides getting herself to orgasm.
Abby hesitated and then pressed her thumb against the base of her clit. Hard. She held it there while she lifted her hips off the bed and moaned.
Ahh, so that was the caveat. “That’s it, baby. Do what you need. Show me your gorgeous pussy when it pulses with your orgasm.”
Still pressing on that spot, she wiggled her finger back and forth. Her other hand came down to reach inside her. She pressed two fingers in as far as they would go and thrust them in and out. He could see they were curled upward. They would be stroking across her G-spot with each pass.
Zane pursed his lips and pressed his cock firmer into the bed. He watched closely, his gaze switching between her pussy and her face. When her mouth opened, her ass lifted, and her finger stilled at the base of her clit, he knew she was close.
Her thighs stiffened. Her head tipped back. And the sound she emitted as she came was so raw and beautiful, he needed to be inside her.
Before she was done, he halted her. “Stop.”
Abby froze.
“That’s enough, baby. Move your fingers.”
She didn’t move fast enough. Her expression was stunned. “Zane… I…”
Zane grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand from her clit. “I know, baby. But this is my show. My rules. You aren’t to question me.”
Her legs quivered. She swallowed hard. Her eyes were wide. She licked her lips. She whimpered.
“Flip over. Get on all fours.”
Abby struggled to follow his direction, but he watched as she found her arms and legs and did as he commanded.
Zane shrugged out of his jeans. He’d never needed to come so badly in his life. He yanked open the draw of his nightstand and grabbed a condom, not bothering to shut the drawer. He tore the foil with his teeth, tossed the wrapper to the floor, and donned the condom in record time. Seconds later, he was behind her, holding her by the hips and nudging her across the bed some. He needed more space. Her ass was so fucking sexy. The spot on her upper cheek where she’d been impaled was barely noticeable.
“Lower to your forearms, baby. Rest your head.”
She complied.
He separated her knees with his and lined his cock up with her entrance. “Brace yourself, baby.” And then he plunged into her, spreading her thighs wider with his hands. He wouldn’t last long. And he wanted her to come hard.
Taking her lead, he reached around her body and planted his thumb below her clit. He pressed into her while he thrust with his cock.
Abby moaned, her body rocking forward and backward with each thrust.
“That’s my girl. Let it go, baby. Give it to me.”
Abby came, her clit pulsing under his finger, her pussy gripping his cock. He wasn’t there yet himself, but he didn’t care. He wanted to witness this, watch his submissive swaying beneath him totally out of control. She needed that. And he loved seeing it.
When she was finished, he released her clit and gripped her hips again. He increased his pace and closed his eyes as he brought himself to his own orgasm.
Pure bliss. Sweetest pussy ever. And the woman attached to it was a dream come true.
Abby collapsed.
Zane landed half on and half off her, his leg between hers, his hand on her back. His heart beat rapidly. He kissed her shoulder.
Minutes passed before he could speak or move. “Have I told you how amazing you are?” He brushed her hair off her shoulder to give his mouth better access as soon as his hand was able to move.
“You might have mentioned it,” she mumbled into the pillow.
Zane rose above her and flipped her onto her back. “I mean it.”
She gazed into his eyes. “I thought you wanted to watch me masturbate. You cut me short.”
He grinned and then shrugged. “I did, but then I wanted to make you come myself even more. I’m allowed to change my mind. The important thing is, you were right there. Now I know two things.”
“What are those?” She grinned.
“You indeed can make yourself come without the aid of a vibrator.” He kissed her nose. “And that spot right below your clit is the key to everything.”
She moaned and tossed her arm over her eyes. “It’s not good for you to know so many of my secrets.”
“Oh, baby. It’s fucking awesome. I want to know all of your secrets. Tell me another one.”
∙•∙
Abby stared into Zane’s face, seeing a truly deep interest in knowing everything about her.
Should she tell him? She had told so few people about her little side project working on the next great American novel. “Hmm. I think I should save a few for another day.”
He shook his head. “One more.” He wrapped his fingers in her hair and held her gaze.
She had hardly caught her breath, and he wanted to chat. He meant it.
“I’m a writer,” she blurted.
“A writer?” His eyebrows rose high. “Like books?”
She grinned. “Well, I guess. If you can call a person who hasn’t published anything but indeed taps on a keyboard in her spare time a writer, then yes.”
“Awesome. Conner’s fiancée is a writer also. And an editor.”
“Really? Can’t wait to meet her.” Though the idea of letting anyone see her words yet was daunting.
“Hopefully she’ll be able to get out of the house more soon. Apparently after the first trimester, she’s supposed to feel better. Though I think Conner has his doubts at this point.”
“What does she write?”
“Romance is what I hear. That’s what she edits. Their house is covered with books.”
“That’s so cool. I don’t know anyone who writes. I’ve been an island so far.”
“Why haven’t you joined a writing group?”
She shrugged. “I’ve only been here a month, and I’m still a little embarrassed to show anyone my work.” A lot embarrassed.
He leaned down and kissed her lips, taking her by surprise. “I’m sure it’s wonderful. When can I see it?”
She shook her head. “Not in the near future, so don’t even ask.”
He rolled his eyes. “Have a little faith. I bet it’s excellent. What’s it about? What genre?”
She swallowed and thought about how much to tell him.
His look was eager and sincere. Two minutes ago, she’d been ready to pass out after the best fuck of her life. Now, she was perking up as the man she’d just had sex with showed a genuine interest in her passion. A warm feeling spread over her body.
“It’s a mystery.”
“How much is written?”
“A lot. I’m almost done with the first draft.”
“Awesome. That’s so cool. Then what do you plan to do? Do you have a publisher?”
“God, no.”
His brows furrowed.
“I was planning to sit on it for about ten years and talk myself out of humiliating myself.”
Zane sat upright, threw one leg over her body to straddle her. He grasped her hands and held them over her head. His gaze was serious. “You can’t do that. What’s the point in doing something you love if you aren’t willing to share it with the world?”
“You haven’t even seen it, Zane. For all you know, it’s awful.”
“I don’t believe that for a minute. You’re smart, funny, witty… I bet it�
�s the bomb.”
A flush stole over her cheeks. It felt good for someone to have a little faith in her. The truth was she hadn’t really talked to very many people about her writing because her parents had mostly poo-pooed the idea, and her high school friends had thought she was crazy to entertain such a far-fetched dream.
In fact, Zane was the first person to light up and show interest without insinuating she was completely fucked in the head to think she could ever make it as a writer. Her feelings for him went up ten notches.
“So, when do you work on this novel?”
“Whenever I’m not at the casino. And when my head isn’t concussed. I’ll get back into it this week.”
“So what’s the goal?”
“To become rich and famous and quit my day job, of course? What’s everyone’s goal?” She grinned and tugged on her wrists.
He held her steady, glancing at his hands. “So, I should hang on to you and become a kept man as soon as you get rich and famous.”
She gave a sharp chuckle and rolled her eyes, tugging on her hands again. She felt exposed, trapped in his grip with him hovering over her naked body so intimately now that they were no longer having sex. “I wouldn’t hold your breath.”
“Stop pulling. I like you pinned beneath me.”
“Why?”
“Captive audience.” He glanced at her chest.
Her nipples jumped to attention as he let his gaze linger over them. “You’re staring.”
“You’re gorgeous.”
She lifted her gaze from her own chest to his. Now, that was beauty. Incredible. Impossibly solid male pecs that made her want to groan. The claw marks on his pec were stunning.
Next thing she knew, his lips were on hers, scrambling her brain as he devoured her. Her unease quickly evaporated as he flattened himself on top of her and scooted down the bed to take her nipple into his mouth.
Chapter Fifteen
On Monday morning, Abby rode to The Crystal Palace with Zane. He’d insisted on driving her and picking her up. They hadn’t heard a peep from Yenin or anyone else, so Abby figured the man was done bothering her. After all, he’d let Lauren go. Why would he care about either of them anymore?
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