Chapter Thirty-Nine
Phoenix
Shaking and frantic, she unzipped my pants.
Then, like a beautiful little submissive, she sat back on her heels and waited.
The depth of my depravity was waiting. “Remove my shoes.” Santoni Genji leather oxfords, not MEBs.
My tactical boots she’d never touch. Undressing me, period, I had no intention of allowing.
But tonight? My custom-tailored Zegna cashmere suit, the dress shirt tailor-made by an Italian shirtmaker, wearing the very cologne she’d stolen—I was going to make a meal out of this woman’s submission.
Without hesitation, with her small hands that were practically a caricature next to my size thirteen loafers, she pulled off each shoe as if it were a race, tossing them aside before frantically ripping off my socks.
I yanked her hair.
Her head fell back, a sound of duress escaped, but she instinctively lowered her hands to her thighs. Then she looked up.
“Do I have your attention now?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” I circled my thumb against her scalp like it was her clit.
“I said remove my shoes, not throw them aside.” I didn’t give a damn about the shoes.
My command, however, was inflexible. This was my hard limit.
The fucking, everything leading up to it, I controlled.
The little intruse had topped me on that terrace a month ago, again in the Canary Islands, and tonight, when she’d walked into the dining room.
I’d allow her to trespass into my life, but not in the bedroom.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
I taught her the lesson now. “There’s no allowance for apology when you’re at my feet. You listen to my commands. You follow instruction. You answer when I check in. You communicate your hard limits. Any deviation, and we’re done. Understood?”
Shaking her head once, she answered in the affirmative. “Yes.”
Releasing her hair, I stepped back.
Alarm widened her eyes. “Wait.”
“I have zero tolerance for miscommunication in the bedroom, Isla. If you can’t answer a straightforward question truthfully, this stops now.”
My little trespasser came out. “I wasn’t being untruthful. I understood, except you said any deviation and we’re done, but that’s not fair. I don’t know how I’m going to respond to all of your commands any more than you know how I’ll react to everything you do.”
There she was wrong. “I know exactly how you’re going to respond.” I was going to control every breath of it. “Last time I’m going to explain this, Isla. My requirements. Simple terms.” Complex dynamic. “You listen, submit, communicate.” And fucking fall apart for me. “Do you understand?”
“As much as I’m able to understand an unknown situation, yes.”
“Truthful.” Good. “Thank you.” Logistics. “Are you still not taking birth control?” Taking off my suit jacket, I tossed it over a chair as I watched the color drain from her face.
“I….” She shifted on her knees. “You remember that?”
“Yes.” I didn’t have my hands on her. I hadn’t reclaimed the step I’d taken. I didn’t order her to answer. All were on purpose.
“No, I’m not on birth control.” Her gaze drifted.
Mine zeroed in. “When was your last period?”
“I don’t keep track.”
“Estimate.”
She looked up. “Why?”
Unlucky for us both, this little trespasser had awakened a breeding kink in me. “I want to fuck you without condoms.” I wanted to fill her cunt, then feel my seed as I fucked her again. But I did not want her pregnant.
Her breath caught, a flush hit her face, and her nipples pebbled. “I—” She swallowed. “I practice safe sex.”
“Is that a protest to no condoms or a declaration of health?” I unbuttoned my cuffs.
Her entire body shifted with nerves, then her gaze dropped. “I won’t get pregnant.”
“I need more intel than that.” I’d had a taste of this woman. It was enough to make me fucking fixated. So much so, that I’d bent a hell of a lot of my protocols for her, but pregnancy wasn’t going to be one of them.
My little submissive looked up to me like she needed direction. “Why?” She drew in a quick breath. “Why do you want… that? With me?”
“Because I do.” It would feel fucking phenomenal, she wanted it as much as I did, and I knew the psychology behind it—power, control, dominance, symbolic intimacy. “You?” She’d trespassed. Now I wanted her to bond. To me, to how I could make her come.
A flush bloomed on her chest, her hips shifted, and she nodded. Barely.
It wasn’t enough for consent. “I’m safe.” Two words I’d never strung together. “Would you like to see my latest test results?”
“You needed test results?”
Not for the reasons she thought. “You don’t?”
“I’ve never had sex without a condom.”
Oh, ma petite intruse. She should not have told me that. “On your feet,” I demanded, unbuttoning my shirt.
She rose, but not with grace. Not how she’d gotten up the first time she’d kneeled for me.
Stumbling, her hands landed on my chest, but I’d already grabbed her by the waist to steady her. “Easy, intruse.”
Her short laugh was all nerves. “I have a feeling nothing about you is easy.”
“You agreed. Me, for your agency,” I reminded, letting her know exactly what she signed on for because I hadn’t fucked a woman in a long time.
This, in no way, was going to be easy on her.
I already knew her cunt was tight. My cock was large.
It would feel punishing to her, and I couldn’t fucking wait.
Yes, I wanted tears. I wanted her to regret running that night, running from me.
I wanted her to know that lockpicking and stripping in front of my men had consequences.
But my depravity ended there. My pound of flesh was, sophomorically, almost literal.
Fuck her hard, extract the same libertine desire from her that she provoked in me. Control the narrative. Control her.
Simple. Complex. Base.
I didn’t want to hurt my intruse in any other way. But I wanted that sweet cunt of hers aching with need.
Sitting her down on the edge of the bed, I checked in. “Are you going to have a problem relinquishing control?”
“Are you going to have a problem taking my word for it that I’m safe?”
Oh, little trespasser. Keep testing me. “No.” I didn’t need an invitation to extract intel, in general or while fucking her. “Assuming we forgo condoms, I do not want you getting pregnant. Thoughts?” I pushed a strand of hair behind her ear to both touch her and give her the semblance of intimacy.
She leaned into the gesture. “Good, because that’s not going to happen.”
Surprisingly, her answer didn’t sit well. Pushing past my unexpected response to her good, I mentally stacked facts against reason. Then I grasped her chin and tipped her face up. “Anything else I need to know regarding your irregular periods?”
“No. Except that I have always been this way.”
I watched her face. The woman wasn’t lying, but I wasn’t looking for that.
I absolutely did not want her pregnant. And yet, the idea now hung like forbidden fruit.
Dismissing it, attributing her certainty that she wouldn’t get pregnant to fertility issues I’d ask about later, I aimed for confirmation.
“Are we in agreement on unprotected sex this evening?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” I stroked my thumb across her cheek. “Other limits? Oral? Anal?”
She sucked in a sharp breath when I mentioned the latter. “I’ve never tried the second one and have limited experience with the first.”
My cock fucking wept with anticipation. “Then it’ll be my honor to remedy that.” Sliding my thumb over her lips before pushing into her mouth, I lowered my voice. “Anything else I need to know, ma petite intruse?”
Sucking my thumb, she looked up at me with need.
My interrogation was over. “That’s it,” I praised. “Suck with pressure, just like that.”
Swirling her tongue, she moaned.
I slid my free hand into her hair. Fisting the soft strands, I gave instruction. “Take my cock out, intruse. Bring the head to that eager little mouth, but don’t suck. Not yet.”
Impatient, fumbling, she pulled my boxers down and grasped my shaft with both hands. Then she opened her mouth and leaned forward.
“Wait,” I ordered.
Gaze down, she froze.
I pulsed.
She licked her lips.
I bit out a command. “Close that mouth.”
She stroked me.
Then the minx brought the head of my cock to her mouth, and rubbed my slit against her defiant half smile as she looked up at me.
This little intruse.
My grip in her hair tight, my cock leaking precum all over her lips, she wasn’t getting her taste yet.
Not until I addressed one last thing—her fucking transgression tonight, which I hadn’t forgotten about, not for a second.
“Do you know what’s going to happen the next time you undress in front of one of my men? ”
I didn’t give the little seductress a chance to reply.
I shoved my cock into her mouth.
She gagged. Beautifully.
“I’m going to remind you, ma petite intruse, exactly who you belong to.
” Grabbing her jaw, squeezing to make her open wider, I pushed in deeper.
“And I’m going to keep reminding you until you choke on the only cock that belongs here.
” Letting go of her hair, I palmed her throat. “Blink twice if we’re clear.”
Tears fell down her face, saliva dripped from her mouth, and she let out a strangled moan.
“That’s not a yes, Isla.”
She blinked twice.
“Good.” I stroked her neck. “Now relax those reflexes. Open wider.” I pressed the head of my cock against the back of her throat. “Swallow as I push deeper.”
The little intruse swallowed.