Chapter 4 Sydney
FOUR
SYDNEY
“Excuse me?” he says, his eyebrows nearly touching his hairline.
The corded veins in his neck bulge, and I have to actively will my stare not to follow their path because this guy is fuck-all hot.
His features are sharp, with a deep brown gaze that a less restrained woman could easily get lost in and dark hair that’s a bit longer on top—perfect for grabbing onto.
Wide shoulders lead to defined arms, which are completely covered in tattoos.
The piercings in each nostril and the ones through his hardened nipples make him look edgy, dangerous, and so damn delicious.
I’m not sure how, but he’s all my types rolled into one rock-solid package.
It’s not uncommon for big, strong men like him to enjoy being dominated, but for some reason, his entire aura is throwing me off.
It could be that he’s new to the lifestyle—or maybe he wasn’t expecting a short, young, blonde girl who could practically fit inside his pocket—but I can’t let him rattle me.
I need to keep the upper hand, or this thing will be over before it even begins.
“You heard me,” I say, stepping in so our bodies are nearly touching.
Heat radiates from his naked flesh, soaking through the lace of my corset and making my head spin with desire.
“If I have to repeat myself, there will be consequences. You can either kneel, or I can trade that cock ring for a cage and tease you until you pass out. Choose wisely.”
His jaw flexes, chest heaving with each thick breath he pulls in through his nose.
Every muscle in his large frame is wound taut as he towers over me, firing off under the flawless skin that covers them.
I’d be a dirty liar if I said our size difference didn’t turn me on.
Just the thought of him submitting when he could quite literally break me in half is exhilarating, and the evidence of that is currently soaking through my panties.
“Are you kidding me?” he grits through clenched teeth, his hand shooting out to collar my throat.
I freeze where I stand because what the fresh hell is going on, watching as fire ignites behind his dark, hypnotizing eyes.
His fingertips sink into my pressure points when he flexes them, causing a delicious tingle—one that I definitely shouldn’t like—to spread through my limbs.
“Who the fuck do you think you are, making demands of me? I don’t usually deal with bratty subs, but in your case, I’ll make an exception.
Seems like maybe it’s been a while since someone put you in your place if you’re this comfortable running that sassy mouth. ”
His words hit me like a ton of bricks, and I step out of his hold as quickly as I can, my brows furrowing tightly. “I’m not a sub. You are.”
His perplexed expression mirrors mine. “The fuck I am. What the hell is going on?” He reaches down, quickly swiping his boxer briefs from the floor.
I shake my head, propping my hands on my hips. “No clue. Are you sure you’re in the right room? That would explain why your key didn’t work.”
Realization falls over his features, and he scoffs, muttering under his breath. “Perfect way to end the worst night ever. Hard as hell, and nowhere to empty my load.”
My face twists in disgust, and I huff an incredulous laugh. “Poor baby. Have a great night.”
He gathers his clothes as I make my way back to the armoire, opening the second drawer and pulling out a vibrating dildo. I expect him to be dressed and halfway to the door by the time I turn around, but instead, he’s watching me with a puzzled gaze.
“What are you doing?” he says, following my movements as I cross the room and lower down onto the velvet throne.
“What does it look like?” I sass, holding up the toy. “I didn’t come here to play checkers. I’m horny, and since there’s no scene happening here, I’m going to take care of myself. So, unless you’ve changed your mind within the last two minutes, and you’re ready to kneel for me, you’re free to go.”
I lift a brow as he remains unmoving, daring him to get dressed and leave so I can finish myself off.
After seeing him naked, his beautiful, hard cock practically begging to be edged and explored, I’m needier than I’ve been in a long damn time.
I’ll give it to the guy; he’s built like a Greek god. It’s a shame we’re not a match.
It looks like he’s at war in his own head, his eyes wide and bouncing around from my face to my tits to the toy in my hand. Tension swirls in the air between us, and I bite my lip to stifle the whine that’s threatening to slip out as his deep, mysterious stare begins to give him away.
He wants this, but he’s fighting it.
My heart hammers as I ghost my hands down my body, his attention following the motion until the tips of my fingers are wrapped around the satin covering my hips.
His Adam’s apple bobs as I slide my panties down slowly, giving him plenty of time to leave the room.
But as soon as I toss them to the floor, spread my legs, turn the toy on, and touch it to the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, I know he’s not going anywhere.
“Fuck,” he says, his chest rising and falling rapidly, hands balling into fists at his sides.
His entire frame trembles, but he doesn’t blink as he tracks the path of the vibrator all the way to my apex.
A small moan pushes past my lips when it makes contact with my clit, causing him to finally give in to his desires as he drops to his knees right where he stands.
“Good boy.” The space between his brows bunches like he’s conflicted.
He likes it, but it’s not what he’s used to, and I’m sure it feels unnatural to him.
I’ll give him credit because I’m not sure I could do what he’s doing right now, even with the unexplained pull between us.
I need to go easy on him tonight if he agrees to continue, so he’s not overwhelmed.
The worst thing I could do right now is push him too far, too fast.
I lift one foot onto the chair, widening my legs more and giving him a better look as I drag the head of the toy along my slit.
It feels amazing, the light vibrations slowly beginning to take the throbbing edge off.
I’m desperate for more pressure, my aching bundle of nerves practically screaming for relief, but I hold back, torturing us both because I want him to have plenty of time between each decision he makes.
“Mmm,” I hum. “Why don’t you show me how obedient you are? Crawl to me.”
I expect hesitation—for him to tell me no, or to at least give a little bit of pushback.
Which is why I’m caught off guard when he exhales a shaky breath, leans onto his hands, and begins erasing the space between us.
His eyes never leave my soaking wet center, molten-hot desire burning behind them and lighting me up from the inside out.
I’ve had plenty of guys in this exact position, but it’s never felt like this.
They entered my room as submissives, knowing the score before we even came face-to-face.
But that’s not what’s happening here. This dominant, sexy-as-fuck, powerful man is willingly crawling to me when I’m sure every instinct in his body is telling him not to, and I’ve never been more turned on in my entire life.
I do my best to stay calm and controlled, which usually isn’t a problem for me, but fuck…I’m struggling. I definitely don’t want him to know that, though, so I raise my chin, keeping my eyes locked on his as he crawls the final few feet and stops before me.
“What a good listener you are,” I say, sinking back into the chair as I continue rubbing the vibrator over my swollen clit. “I think you deserve a reward. Do you want to taste me? Or would you like me to touch you, instead?”
He swallows, his stare raising to mine. He looks like he’s in pain, and I almost don’t know which choice I’d rather him make in this moment.
As much as I want to feel his tongue and lips on my desperate pussy, I want to get my hands on him, too.
To run my fingertips along the piercings on his cock and watch it jump in response to my teasing, taunting caress.
“Yes,” he replies, nodding rapidly before shaking his head as though he doesn’t know what he’s even saying.
“I mean, I want both. Please. I’ll do whatever you tell me to.
” His voice is strained, as though he’s barely hanging onto his resolve as he pleads for anything I’ll give him.
Normally, I would force him to pick only one, but the fact that he’s so willing to let go of everything he’s ever known to beg for me makes me want to grant every single one of his wishes.
“Okay,” I say quietly, leaning forward and gripping his chin between my thumb and fingers.
Our faces are just a few inches apart, and I’m surprised by the amount of control it takes not to kiss him.
I’m not against it, per se, but kissing means something to me, and I don’t think it’s an act that should be shared with someone you’re not at least a little bit connected to.
That’s why I usually save it until after I’ve played with someone more than once and know that I likely will again.
It’s too early to tell with him right now, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hoping it got to that point eventually.
Especially with the way his cologne envelops every one of my senses.
It’s a mixture of bergamot, leather, and pure sex, making me hungry in a way I’ve never experienced before.
I want to lick him—to sink my teeth into his flesh—until the hunger in my veins has been replaced with pure satisfaction.
“I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” I whisper, my breath dancing across his lips. “If I’m approaching a line, say yellow. If I’ve hit one, or you just want to stop, say red. You’re in control, alright? No matter what.”