Chapter 6
Chapter Six
The moment the word no slipped from her lips, it was like getting a bucket of cold water splashed over me. Molly might be saying no, but she wants this. Body language doesn’t lie.
“Why?” she asks.
“Why do you want this?” I attempt to clarify.
“Because you’re always in control. You run an entire empire, Molly.
You want to let go. You want to be able to clear your mind and focus on only the sensations I’m going to make you feel.
You want to relinquish your control to me, because in doing so, you’ll gain more power, more clarity than you’ve ever had. ”
“You think my letting you bend me over that counter and spank my ass is somehow going to give me power?” she snorts.
“I don’t think. I know.”
I’m not going to beg. But fuck, do I want this woman. If she turns me down, I might just drop to my knees in front of her. Something I’ve never done and never will do. I don’t think.
After staring at me silently for a minute, Molly slides the straps of her now-ruined dress down her arms. She pushes the material over her hips, letting it pool at her feet before stepping out.
She’s wearing a matching set of black lace underwear.
And fuck me, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so damn beautiful.
“Okay, show me,” she says with her shoulders back and her head held high.
Mentally, I’m doing a fist-pump in the air at this win. Externally, my expression is unchanged. I hold my hand out towards her. She places her palm on mine and then I pull her over the counter. Pressing her front against the cold marble.
I stand behind her with my lips next to her ear. “Anytime you want to stop, we will stop.”
Molly inhales a deep breath. “Okay.”
My palm lands on the middle of her back, bending her forward until she’s lying over the counter.
A tiny shiver runs through her. I trail my fingers down the center of her spine until I reach the curve of her ass.
Hooking my fingers into her panties, I pull them down her legs, bending so I can lift each of her feet out of the lace.
My face is at her ass level. Leaning forward, I press a kiss on her right cheek, and then repeat the process on her left before standing again.
My hands palm the globes of her ass, my cock hard and aching against my pants. I lean forward and press featherlight kisses up her back. Then, taking hold of her hands, I place them flat against the counter on each side of her head. “Keep those there.”
Without warning, my right hand comes down on her left ass cheek. Molly squeals, her body jerking upwards.
“Ow!” She looks over a shoulder at me.
“Give it a second,” I tell her, knowing that the sting is about to feel good. I see the moment it registers with her. Her thighs shake a little as she lies back down on the counter. “Want to keep going?”
She nods her head.
“I need words, Molly.”
“Yes,” she says.
I know she said she’d never beg me, but I can tell it won’t take much to have this woman begging me to hurt her, begging me to fuck her so hard she sees stars.
Rubbing over the now-red ass cheek, I lift my palm before bringing it down again a little harder, and then I slap her other cheek.
I continue slapping my palm against her ass until it’s red and she’s panting.
I can smell her arousal. I can see the shine of her wetness on her inner thighs as she spreads her legs wider.
I pick her up and turn her around. My thumbs wipe at the tears under her eyes. “Good girl.” I praise her for how well she took that.
Molly smiles, her glassy eyes shining with need.
“You need something else, Molly?” I reach around her back, and my fingers flick at the clasp on her bra.
“Make me come,” she says.
Her legs wrap around my waist, and my lips slam onto hers as I pick her up and walk us into the bedroom. Our tongues twirl together, fighting for dominance, a fight she’s not going to win.
I throw Molly down on the bed and stand at the other end. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say, staring down at her as I unbutton my shirt.
“Thank you,” Molly replies shyly.
I remove my shirt, my fingers undoing my belt next and pulling it out of the loops on my pants. I throw the leather belt onto the bed.
“You’re not hitting me with that,” Molly says with wide eyes.
I laugh. “No, I’m not. Not yet anyway. We’ll work up to it.”
I take a string of condoms out of my back pocket and toss them beside the belt, before toeing off my shoes and socks and dropping my pants and boxers in one swoop. My hand wraps around my dick as Molly stares at it.
“Still want me to make you come?” I ask her.
She nods her head.
“Words, Molly.”
“Yes,” she says confidently. “I mean, if you can.” She smiles.
I raise a brow. “Are you doubting my abilities to pleasure you?”
“Well, I’ve dated cocky assholes before. Your type is usually a letdown in the sack so…” She shrugs.
Within seconds, I’m kneeling between her legs, opening them wider. I get my first real look at her pussy. And fuck me, I want to devour it. “You will learn that challenging me isn’t going to end well for you. I’m going to make you come until you beg me to stop.”
“Pretty words, Giuliani. Now prove it,” she says.
Picking up the belt, I look down at her. “Give me your hands.”
Molly holds her hands together in front of me without hesitation. And I wrap the leather around both wrists, tighten the belt, and then lean over her head to fasten the other end to the wooden slat on the headboard.
“Remember, if you want to stop, say so,” I tell her.
My lips press against hers briefly before I’m kissing my way down her body, stopping at her breasts.
I take her left nipple into my mouth, sucking and nibbling on the hard bud.
Molly’s back arches off the bed. Little moans fall from her lips.
I move my attention to the other breast, showing it just as much attention as the first.
Then I’m kissing my way down her abdomen, stopping at the top of her pelvis. “I’ve never seen a pussy I wanted to devour so fucking badly,” I admit and then I do just that. I lean down. My tongue swipes from the bottom to the top, circling around her clit before repeating the process.
Molly’s moans get louder, her hips jerk against my face, and within minutes, she’s coming against my tongue.
I look up at her with a proud smile. “And you doubted me.”
Molly blinks. “One time is a fluke. Proof is in repeatability.”
I laugh at her logic. Pick up the condoms, tear one open, and cover my cock. “You sure you want this?”
“I want this,” she says.
“Good, because you’re going to be walking with a limp by the time I’m done with you.” I shift my knees to one side, then pick up her hips and flip her over until she’s flat on her stomach.
I guide her to her knees until her beautiful ass, covered in my handprints, is on display for me. Kneeling behind her, I line my cock up with her entrance and slowly push inside her.
“Fuck me,” I grunt as the walls of her pussy suck me in, doing their best to hold my cock hostage. I pull out and shove back in again. She feels fucking amazing, and if I’m not careful, I’m going to come too soon. My thumb presses against her asshole. “You ever been fucked here?”
“No,” Molly says.
“Good,” I tell her. “I like uncharted territory.”
“Alfie…”
“Relax. I’m not going to do it tonight.” I thrust into her again while my thumb teases at the entrance to her ass a little longer.
Molly’s hips push back into me. She’s trying to lead the show from underneath and that’s just not going to work for me.
Taking a fistful of her hair in my hand, I pull her neck backwards, arching her spine in a way that stops all of her movements.
I continue to fuck her, harder and faster until I feel her pussy convulsing around my cock again and we’re both coming at the same time.
I pull out and roll her over. “Still doubting my abilities?”
“Mmm, I might need to experience that again just to verify.” She smiles, and something in my chest cracks.
Choosing to ignore that feeling, I lean down and fuse my mouth with hers while reaching up and freeing her hands from the confines of the belt.