CHAPTER 6

Maybe I should bristle at his tone, at the command in his voice, at the look on his face that says he expects me to do exactly as he's said. Maybe I shouldn't be so turned on by it all. But I am.

Heat rushes to my pussy as I look him over, cock erect and waiting for me, his arms lazily resting on the arms of the chair, the tip of his tongue sweeping across his top lip.

"Should I make a rule about you doing what I tell you to the first time I say it?" he asks.

I swallow and shake my head. My heels are muffled by the carpet as I begin walking toward him. His eyes devour me the entire time, making me extremely aware of everywhere he looks. My breasts, my stomach, my pussy, my heels. Back to my pussy, where they stay as I get closer to him. Then I'm between his legs and his eyes come to mine again, following me down as I drop to my knees.

I lean forward, running my hands up his thighs, loving the way I feel them jump under my palms. I lick the tip, moaning as the taste of his pre-cum coats my tongue. Then his groan mixes with my own sounds when I close my mouth around him, my lips struggling to fit around his girth. But I want all of him, so I take him in, and in, moving down on his cock until it hits the back of my throat. He hisses and I smile around him. I bob on him, moving my head up and down, sweeping my tongue from side to side.

Suddenly, I feel his hand on the back of my head, pushing me farther down. He holds me there as he arches into my mouth.

"Yeah, right there," he says huskily. Then he slowly brings my head back up, pushes it back down, his words making medesperate to get my hands between my thighs. "Is this how you imagined it? My cock filling your mouth, my hand in your hair, your nails digging into my thighs from how much sucking me off turns you on?"

I nod, tightening my mouth on him.

"Yes." He groans. "Suck me like you want my cum down your throat."

His hand moves my head faster until he holds me down as much as he can, his cock so deep in my mouth that my forehead touches his stomach.

"God, your mouth feels good," he breathes. "But I want more."

He brings my head up so fast, I'm almost dizzy when he tips it back to kiss me. His lips crash down on mine, his hold on my hair tilting my head to the side, angling my mouth until I'm where he wants me. His tongue doesn't peek out, seeking permission, it slides into my mouth, demanding that I give him what he wants. And he groans when I give it to him, meeting his tongue, circling it, arching my neck so I can get more of him.

His hand drifts from my hair, over my collarbone, down my chest, to my breast, and finally, mercifully to my nipple. I gasp when he pinches it between his fingers. His other hand comes up, palming the other breast, squeezing tight as he bites down on my bottom lip, pulling away.

"On the bed," he pants.

I like knowing our kiss left him as breathless as I am. My lips feel swollen, raw, tingly, and already in need of having his mouth on mine again. But other parts of me are swollen too, and I stand with them in mind. I can feel wetness coating my thighs as I walk to the bed. His eyes are like a brand on my ass as I go. When I reach the bed, I turn around, and sure enough he's looking atme, his hand stroking his cock. I sit on the end of the bed, crawl backwards so I can watch him watching me. When I reach the headboard, I widen my legs, making him smirk as he stands.

My clit throbs as he comes toward me, stopping at the table to get a condom off of it. He rolls it down his length, and then, God, just his knee hitting the bed has my breath hitching. What is this man doing to me that the smallest things he does make me want to beg for him to touch me, to kiss me, to hurry up and fuck me?

He crawls up the bed, widening my legs even more so he can fit between them. There’s a pain of bite, but it only turns me on more. He leans over me, bringing his mouth to my ear, biting my earlobe.

"Remember," he says as his hand drifts down my body, over my swollen clit, just the soft touch of the back of his hand making my stomach clench. “Don’t hide any of the pleasure I’m giving to you. I want to hear you screaming my name.”

"You have to earn that." I shoot back, as if my words have any truth to them. As if just the feeling of him positioning himself at my opening doesn't have me already hurdling toward an orgasm. The pressure of the tip alone has me stretching, but he doesn't go any farther.

He backs up, his brow arching, a mischievous smirk on his face. "Do you doubt that I will?"

"Just waiting for you to prove it."

"Well, let me not keep you waiting then. I just have one question. Have you decided yet?"

"Decided what?" I ask, trying to push through the lust clouding my mind to concentrate on his words instead of the need thrumming through my body.

"If you want me to treat you like a whore?"

The word stops all my other thoughts as I stare up at him. Do I? What would that mean? But even as I contemplate his question, my pussy tightens. He must be able to feel it because he gives me a cocky, knowing smile.

"Answer me," he demands, thrusting just a little farther into me, making me arch forward to meet him. But he refuses to give me what I want just yet. Apparently, he needs an answer to his question first. But I'm not quite done with this game yet, of figuring out what I want to be when I'm in a hotel room with this man. Of finding out what he wants me to be with him.

"What are the options?" I ask, my voice low and playful. "A whore or what?"

"Or I can treat you like a slut."

"Those sound awfully similar. What's the difference?"

"One will have me fucking you a lot rougher."

His answer, and the image his husky words place in my mind, sends a shiver rushing through me.

"Which one has me coming the hardest and quickest?"

God, his smile is downright sinful as he replies. "Being a whore."

Another moment before I whisper, "Whore it is."

"Good."

He thrusts forward, every inch of him entering me all at once. What starts as a hiss from the pain of him filling me, stretching me, so completely, turns into a moan when that pain mixes with pleasure. My pussy spasms around him, both from trying to adjust to him and wanting more. He arches his hips, somehow sliding deeper into me, and my hands fly to his shoulders. I hold on to him while also pulling him closer, hoping he doesn't notice the way my body is trembling.

Don't hide from me.His words run through my mind. Surely if he wants my sounds, he wants my reactions. My quivers, my nails running down his back, my legs clutching him closer to me. And something tells me he will get all of that and more out of me. Easily.

Just the thought of it makes my pussy tighten around him. He gives a long, breathy groan, and I lean up to kiss his neck, savoring the shiver that races through him at my touch. Loving that I can feel his pulse beating so quickly under my lips. But then he's pulling away, my hands forced to leave his shoulders as he sits up, his hands going to my thighs to widen them even more.

"Now hold on."

Before I can even fully understand what he means, he pulls out and slams back into me. My hands scramble for purchase, going to the headboard, grabbing onto the poles and gripping them tight as he drives into me again and again. My gasps, the sounds of our bodies meeting, and Law's groans fill the room.

With each thrust, he drives me closer to the edge, his cock hitting all the right spots, all the right nerves, making it hard to even breath with how much my body needs to reach the bliss each stroke from Law promises. Then he's arching my body up, the new angle causing my eyes to fly wide. But then they're drifting closed just as quickly, preparing for the orgasm I feel myself hurdling toward now.

"Keep them open," Law demands. "I want you to be looking at me when I make you come."

And it's only a few more thrusts before I'm staring into his eyes as I spasm around him, as my mouth drops open with a shuddering breath, then stays open with my needy cry for more. Beyond the bliss filling me, or maybe because of it, I can feeleverything. His cock deep inside me, giving short, quick thrusts, making sure this orgasm lasts long and strong. His hands gripping my thighs so tightly, I'm sure the marks will be there for days after this. And those thighs quivering in his hold, as shaky as the moans he's dragging out of me.

And then his eyes. God, those fucking half-lidded eyes, watching me so intently, moving over my face, taking in everything. And in that gray, I find desire, lust, need. Then his eyes break our stare, move down my body, and the look changes. Oh, the desire, lust, and need are still there, burning there, but there's something else there too now. As he watches me beneath him, writhing on his cock, he looks at my body like it's the most beautiful thing, like he never wants to leave it.

His eyes go lower and lower, until they finally settle where he begins watching himself slide in and out of me; his strokes are slower, longer now. But each time he brings us as close as possible, bottoming out inside me, he grinds his body against my swollen clit. The tension building, coiling there makes my body begin to reach for another orgasm, even though it's barely out of the throes of the last one.

My eyes begin fluttering closed again, the feeling overwhelming, my mind in disbelief at the pleasure flooding me to the point that I'm beginning to wonder if it will overtake me. I don't think I would mind if it did, though.

"Didn't I tell you to keep those beautiful eyes open?" His deep, rumbling voice asks me.

My eyes are fully open now, and I'm sure there's a pleading look in them because he's completely stopped moving. And I need him to move. Desperately.

He slides out of me, and a treacherous whimper escapes me. He smirks at the sound of it.

"Turn around. Ass in the air," he demands.

A thrill rushes through me as I rush to do as he's said. The moment I'm on my hands and knees, Law is bending over me, covering me, his front pressed to my back, his mouth at my ear. His hands come to mine, gripping them, the power in them making my breath hitch. I've never felt so trapped... and never felt so turned on as I do in this moment. His weight on me, anxiously awaiting what he's going to say, my body begging for him to slide his cock into me again.

"You're a whore, aren't you?" he asks gruffly, the tip of his cock nudging my clit. "Your body is mine. When I tell you to do something, you do it. If I want your eyes open, they stay open. If I want your thighs wider..." He puts his thighs between my own, using his to push mine farther apart. "You widen them. If I want you to take every single bit of me..." I feel his hand slip between us, then his cock is at my opening. "Then you'll take all of me like a good whore."

I moan as he fills me, slowly this time. His breathy sigh near my ear comes just as his hips meet my ass.

"And if I want you to arch your back so I can get deeper inside you, what are you gonna do?"

I arch my back as much as I fucking can and get a dark chuckle from him. "There we go."

His weight lifts off of me, leaving me feeling cold for just a moment, just until he's sliding out of me and my thoughts are entirely on the feeling of him stretching me. He drives into me, hands gripping my hips to make sure I meet his every thrust. The bite from how hard his fingers dig into my skin only makes me moan louder. Then those hands move, one going to my shoulder, the other fisting my hair, pulling hard on it, making my back arch even more.

"Yes. Give it to me," Law groans. "Make me come in your tight pussy. Take it from me."

I come back harder on him, our bodies now slamming into each other's, his hold on my hair downright painful, the strands pulling at my scalp. I love it, and it scares me how much I love it. And scares me that I only want more. And then my mouth is voicing my thoughts without me even giving it permission to.

"More," I plead.

"Beg for it, then," Law says, pulling on my hair until I’m sitting straight up, his mouth at my ear again so I can hear him whisper, "Beg for what you need from my cock."

"Harder, faster." I pant. "More. Please, Law."

"Say my name again," he demands.