33. Tomas
33
TOMAS
S he doesn’t remember the men trying to abduct her. I should tell her the truth, and I will. But not now. I’m not proud of myself, but when Ali drops her towel, every good intention of mine goes flying out the window. I’ve fantasized about this moment for a very long time. And now that she’s naked, I’m not strong enough to resist.
She was drugged last night, asshole, my conscience says.
“How are you feeling?” I ask again. “Given what happened last night, it’s probably not the best idea for us to?—”
Ali’s gaze travels from my face to my crotch. I’m obviously hard. “I don’t know what you’re telling me. Are you saying that you don’t want to have sex with me?”
I laugh disbelievingly. “No, I’m not saying that. But given your reaction to the alcohol…”
I don’t want to use the word drugged—that’s going to open up a whole can of worms. I should tell her that she was drugged and almost abducted, but I skate around the topic because I’m a selfish bastard who wants to sleep with her. Who wants everything she’s offering and more. My conscience just wants to be reassured that she isn’t feeling the effects of the drugs in her system, and then, all bets are off.
“Of course, I want to sleep with you.” I throw off the sheet and get to my feet. My erection is straining against my briefs. “That should be pretty obvious. I’m just trying—desperately—to do the right thing.”
She huffs impatiently. “I’ve already told you. I’m not hungover, I’m not dizzy, and I don’t have a headache. Stop being so goddamn chivalrous and fuck me.” Her eyes meet mine. “Or do I have to beg?”
Fuck, yes. My arousal ratchets up several notches at that suggestion. I push the last of my reservations aside. “What an excellent idea,” I say silkily. “I would very much like you to beg.”
A shiver runs through her body. “It’s a good thing I’m in an obedient mood,” she replies in a whisper. She looks up at me, her eyes luminous. “What would you like me to do, Sir?”
I can’t take my eyes off Ali. She’s so fucking beautiful. Her hair is a little damp from the shower, and it hangs down her back, the tips beginning to curl as it dries. Her breasts are full and high, and her dark rose nipples are hard. Her pussy is mostly shaved, with the exception of a tantalizing landing strip that begs for my mouth. My cock aches for her. I can’t wait to thrust into her sweet, hot cunt. I want to hear her breath catch as I slam into her. I want to hear her plead for more and beg for permission to come.
“Be sure,” I say harshly, trying one last time. “Soft and gentle is not for people like us, Ali. When I fuck you, it’s going to be hard and relentless. Before you say yes, be very, very sure.”
“That’s good,” she replies pertly. “If you treat me like I’m breakable, I will knee you in the groin.” She straightens, the effect lifting her breasts out and forward. Toward me. “Do your worst. I can take it.”
My conscience has heard enough to be satisfied. She’s here, she’s willing, and she’s naked. And I want to see just how obedient she can be.
“On your knees, Ali.”
A small smile touches her lips. “Yes, Sir,” she says.
She sinks to her knees, slowly and gracefully, and sits back on her haunches. My throat goes dry. “Stay there,” I order, my voice hoarse. “I’ll be right back.”