by LP Lovell
His lips kick up on one side, and his fingers move from the top of my arm, up the side of my throat and into my hair. He gently grips a handful of it and pulls, tilting my head back. My pulse skitters wildly as my breath hitches in my throat.
He leans in, bringing his lips close to my ear. “Do you want me, kitten?” He rumbles, his voice maintaining that overwhelming confidence that makes me weak in the knees.
I bite my lip, fighting the shiver that threatens to wrack my body when his breath touches my neck, but I refuse to answer him. He pulls back and then his lips are on mine. I freeze for a second before my fingers are fisting handfuls of his jacket, pulling him closer to me. He spins me on the stool until my entire body is facing him, and then presses between my thighs. The material of his trousers brush against my sensitive skin, and I tremble, imagining what it would feel like to have his hot skin against mine. His grip on my hair becomes almost painful. I gasp. He takes the opportunity to thrust his tongue inside my mouth. One hand moves from his jacket to the back of his neck, raking my nails over his skin.
He hisses over my lips and presses his forearm against the small of my back, dragging me off the stool.
“Do you like to be watched?” He grates.
Our lips are barely millimetres apart, my ragged breath blowing across his lips. No man should be able to mess a girl up like this with just a kiss. “Not my thing.”
I slip out from his hold and walk away without looking back at him, assuming he’ll follow. My body is thrumming with excitement, desperate for his touch, but my mind is working at a million miles per hour. I don’t want to be consumed by Landon Banks. I want to own him. I want to feel the control over him that I can’t possibly have outside of this place. The question is, can a man like him even be controlled? Or would it be like keeping a lion as a pet and waiting for it to rip your arm off?
I walk up the stairs and chance a brief glance over my shoulder to find him right behind me. There are people everywhere in all sorts of positions. Men, women, threesomes, orgies, all going on right in the middle of the room, and yet his eyes remain focused on me.
I find a vacant room at the very end of the hall and push the door open, holding it for him to walk inside. He steps inside, his eyes flicking around the room quickly. I close the door and press my back against it, waiting. He turns to face me, a smirk on his lips as he tilts his head to the side slightly.
“Why did you invite me here?” He asks.
“Surely it’s obvious?”
His eyes narrow. “Why here though?”
I shrug. “Plausible deniability. You’re just a guy in a mask.” Landon will never just be a guy in a mask, everything about him is a screaming reminder of just who he is.
He laughs, the noise deep and rich. “You don’t want to fuck me face to face.”
I glare at him. When put like that I sound like such a coward. “No. I told you, I hate you.”
His eyes slam into mine, that crippling intensity of his wrapping itself around me. He steps closer, pressing his body against mine and crushing me against the door. I drop my arms to the sides and place my palms against the door. He braces his forearm next to my head, leaning in until his lips are almost touching mine. A fissure of excitement rips through me at the want, the promise in his eyes. “You may wish to forget who I am, but some rules still apply.” He whispers roughly as his lips kick into a smug smirk. “Never lie to me.”
I push off the door, shoving against his chest and forcing him back a couple of inches. “We’re not in your office now so I don’t give a fuck about your bullshit rules.” I decide to test the caged lion theory, and a small smile makes its way onto my lips. “You’re nothing here.”
His fingers snake up my neck, gripping my jaw and forcing my head back roughly until I’m forced to look up at him. “You think so?” His eyes flash with excitement.
I fight his hold, but its pointless. “I know it. And by the way, I really do hate you.” I say on a hiss.
He narrows his eyes even as a sick smile plays across his lips. “Tell me, Georgia.” I scowl at him because I know he’s only using my name to piss me off. “What are you into? Because I’ll happily tie you up and spank some of those anger problems out of you.” He leans in so close his lips brush over mine. “Just say the word, kitten.” He whispers, laughing to himself.
Smug bastard. I narrow my eyes, fixing them firmly on his, even as his fingers flinch, digging harder into my face. “I like to fuck jumped up little office boys with a strap-on until they beg me to stop.” I say, cocking an eyebrow. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it certainly isn’t his wide grin.
“Of course.”
The thought of bending Landon over and slamming into him is alluring in ways that I cannot even explain. Fucking a guy is a power exchange. And there’s no man I’d love to have submit to me more than this one.
“Maybe you should try it?” I tease.
“Not going to happen, but I do love a fighter.” His fingers work down my neck, and he readjusts his grip around my throat, squeezing dangerously. “I will break you.” Maybe that statement should scare me, but it doesn’t.
I shove against him, and he smirks. “Never.” I spit.
The fingers around my windpipe tighten in warning. He leans in until his lips are at my ear. “You will submit to me, kitten.” The low warning makes me tremble. I’m about to either call it off or kick him in the junk when his lips slam over mine so hard that my head slams back against the door. I try to twist my face away, but the hand around my throat pins me in place allowing me no movement. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth and a bite him, making him rip his mouth away from me.
“Never.” I repeat as the thrill of anticipation settles low in my stomach.
His eyes flash dangerously behind his mask before he releases his grip on my throat. Landon slips his hands inside the top of my dress, yanking and shredding the material until it falls around my waist, exposing my bare breasts. One hand slides into my hair, fisting it roughly and making me hiss in pain.
He leans forward, sucking one nipple into his hot mouth. I moan and find myself pushing my chest into his face, wanting more, needing more.
His lips work upward, over my throat and jaw, until they brush my mouth. I’m too hot, my pulse hammering like a freight train through my veins as I try desperately to catch my breath. If this is a battle of wills, then I’m definitely losing. I reach out and grab the collar of his shirt, sliding my hands down and wrenching it open. The buttons scatter across the carpet like rain fall, and I get my first uninterrupted view of Landon Banks. Holy. Fuck.
His broad chest rises and falls on heavy breaths as he waits for me survey every inch of his exposed skin. His stomach looks like it was chiselled from stone, and I want to drag my tongue over it. I press my palm to the tanned skin of his chest, dragging it down, over each bump on his stomach until I brush the thin line of hair that drops below the waist of his trousers. He grabs my wrist. I barely have time to look up at his face before he twists my arm, forcing my chest up against the door painfully. His chest hits my back, and I can feel his warm breath on my neck as my shoulder screams in protest. It shouldn’t be hot; it shouldn’t send a shot of adrenaline racing through my veins, and yet it does.
I feel his fingertips gently trace the length of my thigh. When he brushes over the lace at the top of my stocking, he lets out a choked groan. He keeps going, dipping his hand between my legs. I keep my legs firmly closed, and he presses his thigh between them, forcing them apart. His fingers slip beneath the scrap of material covering my pussy, dragging over me. I drop my head forward against the door, biting my lip to stop myself from moaning. He thrusts two fingers inside me without any warning, and I cry out.
“This feels an awful lot like submission.” He growls against my neck.
“Submission is willing.” I say, my breath hitching desperately as he pulls out and pushes back in. I know I’m soaking wet. I’d be ashamed if it weren't for the fact that jus
t the sight of his body is enough to make me wet.
He releases his hold on my arm, but his fingers remain buried in my pussy. “Feel free to leave at any time.” He drags his tongue up the side of my neck, and I bite back a moan. Damn it, find some willpower, Georgia. I place my palms against the door and squeeze my eyes shut, finding the resolve I’m apparently missing. I shove away from the door and turn around. His hand falls away from me in the process.
He lifts his fingers, showing them to me. “You don’t want this?” He brings one finger to his lips and slides it inside his mouth, sucking me off his own finger before releasing it. “Say the word and this stops.” His voice is low and guttural, triggering every hormone in my body to go haywire.
A wave of panic grips me at the thought of him stopping. I want him. I’ve wanted him for weeks. But I want him on my terms. Landon doesn’t work to terms, though, he’s too much for me. This man cannot be dominated, but didn’t I already know that long before I ever brought him up here? Landon Banks doesn’t have a submissive bone in his body, and we both know it. Maybe I secretly crave his brand of power and control.
Before I can overthink it, I dive for him, slamming my body against him as my lips collide with his. I rake my nails over the back of his neck, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. He groans against my lips, his hands skimming over my waist and gripping my arse, squeezing firmly. He lifts me until my thighs are wrapped around his body and his face is level with my breasts. He sucks one nipple into his mouth, lashing his tongue against it and skimming his teeth over me. I grip handfuls of his hair, pulling him closer and throwing my head back on a breathy moan.
The next thing I know, my back hits the mattress, forcing all the air from my lungs. He looms over me, watching with hungry eyes as he removes his shirt and then unfastens his belt. With every movement, every sound, my heart beat picks up, and when I hear his fly lower, my breathing becomes painfully loud. He kicks off his shoes and pushes his trousers and boxers down his legs until he stands naked except for the mask covering half his face. His erection juts out in front of him, the thick veins wrapping around it in a map. He allows me to look, and then his hands are on me, tearing my dress the rest of the way off. I’d complain if it weren't turning me on so much. I’ve never had a man dominate everything like this and I’m not sure if I love or hate the lack of control.
He leans over me, his hands finding my hips, and then he flips me over, throwing me face down against the satin sheets. I roll straight onto my back again, and rise onto my elbows, glaring up at him.
“Don’t like it when you’re the one getting fucked from behind?” He says, a mocking edge to his voice.
“I’ll gladly fuck you. I have my strap-on in my bag. You’d probably love it.” I say, smirking at him. “They always do.”
He takes a deep breath, his expression remaining impassive, unaffected by my comment. He bends over, placing a hand on the mattress either side of my body. His gaze flicks between my eyes and my mouth. I find myself lifting my chin, bringing my face closer to his. His lips barely brush mine, his tongue swiping across my bottom lip before he grips my hips again.
“I’m good.” He says against my lips before flipping me over again and fisting my hair in his hand. I gasp as he wrenches my head back hard, bowing my back so much that I have to brace on my outstretched hands. I feel the bed shift, and then his thighs are pressing against mine as he straddles me. He bites down on my earlobe, grinding his hard dick into my arse crack.
“Do you like getting fucked in the arse, Georgia?” He asks his deep voice rumbling over my senses.
“I…” He grinds against me, dragging his dick all over me. I can’t even talk or form anything semi-coherent. He releases my hair and pulls away. The cold air hits my skin making me shiver. He pulls my hips up with one hand, whilst pinning me down by the back of my neck with the other, pressing my cheek into the mattress. I grit my teeth and dig my nails into the mattress, my temper bubbling just below the surface.
“I suggest you don’t pin me down like a bitch you’re about to hump.” I growl.
He laughs. “You seem to think you have some control here.” His palm traces the length of my spine, before cupping my arse cheek and dragging his fingers over my crack. I flinch, because I’m not sure I trust him, and really, what can I do about it right now? His fingers work beneath the pathetic scrap of lace covering my pussy, and then he yanks it, tearing the material and leaving me completely exposed to him.
My heartbeat skitters, pounding against my eardrums loudly. “You’re fucking beautiful.” He rumbles, the growl in his voice making the compliment sound more like a curse. I’m sure he’s going to fuck me, I’m practically shaking in anticipation, and then his grasp leaves my neck and I feel the stubble of his jaw brush against the back of my thigh. His hands grip my thighs, spreading me wide before he swipes his tongue over my pussy. Oh my fucking god. I shove my own fist in my mouth to stop from screaming out, but holy shit, that feels amazing. A low chuckle leaves his lips before he spreads me wider and thrusts his tongue inside me. A choked moan leaves my lips as my pussy quivers around him. I fist the sheets beneath me and bury my face in the satin. His fingers dig into my skin hard enough that I can feel his nails biting into me. The more I squirm, the harder he presses his face into my pussy, until I’m pushing back against him, craving more. I want him deeper until he’s buried inside me. A low growl makes its way up his throat, sending a rush of hot breath over me. Desperation is eating away at me, and I roll my hips back, fucking his face like a wanton whore. He huffs a laugh before pulling away, sliding his hands up my thighs until he’s gripping my arse. His fingers tighten, spreading my cheeks and making me tense. His hot breath blows over my crack, and I can’t help but tremble even as my heart beats like a hummingbird’s wings, the anticipation mixing with a hint of worry as the control freak in me raises its head.
I don’t have time to think about it as his tongue swipes over my arsehole, making me gasp in shock. “Fuck, your arse is amazing.” He rumbles, before pressing his tongue against my hole again. I shouldn’t like it, but fuck, it’s just so filthy dirty, so uninhibited. He presses his tongue inside me, at the same time as he slams two fingers into my pussy. It’s a complete sensory overload: his tongue in my arse, his fingers in my pussy, the domination, the possession. Fuck. My body tightens, every muscle trembling as he fucks me with his tongue and fingers. My hips roll against him of their own violation, and he groans as he spreads his fingers inside me. Oh, fuck. My core tightens, everything focusing to one point before it explodes outwards, rippling over my muscles in a wave of pure pleasure that seems to roll on and on until I’m practically begging him to stop. I collapse face first on the bed, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. My legs are still shaking, and my pussy is so wet I can feel it down my thighs. I can’t even find it in me to be ashamed. I roll over onto my back, looking up at him. He stands there, naked, every muscle beautifully tense. He looks like he was sculpted out of stone for the sole purpose of destroying women the world over. His fingers are wrapped tightly around his cock and the muscles in his forearm pop with the effort of stroking the length of it.
I drag my eyes over his chiselled abs, his perfectly defined chest, his corded neck muscles, the firm set of his jaw before I meet his eyes. I stare into those dark depths, watching as something flashes, something so very far removed from the rigid control I’m used to witnessing in him.
I sit up, flashing him a small smile as I crook a finger at him. He kneels on the bed, moving closer to me and releasing his cock. His fingers wind into my hair, bringing his face to mine, until we’re eye to eye, our lips inches apart. He tugs on my hair and forces my head back before he drags his tongue up the side of my throat, nipping at my jawline. I push my hand against his chest, taking him off guard and shoving him back on the bed. He cocks an eyebrow at me, an amused smirk pulling at his lips as he watches me swing my leg over his body. I just want to feel his cock pressing against me so fucking
badly. I lower my body, sliding my pussy over his cock slowly, feeling every hard inch of him. He swallows hard and his lips part slightly, his tongue flashing over his bottom lip as his eyes become hooded behind that dark mask. He grasps what is left of my dress, hanging uselessly around my waist and yanks the material, shredding it completely before discarding it somewhere beyond the bed. His warm palm presses against my stomach, making it’s way up to my breast and squeezing it roughly.
I trail my hand over his abs, lifting onto my knees as I reach beneath me and fist his thick cock, my fingers barely wrapping all the way around. I watch his chest heave unevenly, his eyes following my every move as I lower onto his cock. I bite my lip as the head pushes inside me. Every muscle in his body stands rigid tense and his jaw clenches as I slowly lower and then lift back up again. He bites down on his bottom lip and grips my hips, forcing me down on him hard, forcing all the air to leave my lungs. There’s a small bite of pain as my pussy stretches around him, adjusting to his size. He bites his lip, his nostrils flaring as he watches me.
I roll my hips over him and holy shit; he feels so good, so big inside me. His fingers dig into my hips, pulling me down, forcing me to take every hard inch of him. My clit rubs over his abs which tense and flex with every movement, sending sparks of electricity flying through my body.
“Ride me.” He commands, making me roll my hips faster and faster. Sweat coats my body, and my lungs are heaving as if I’ve just run a marathon. He huffs a laugh before he takes my hands and pins my wrists together, holding them in one hand. Then he bucks his hips, shifting beneath me. I let out a little squeak as he flips me onto my back, pinning my hands above my head. He brings his face close to mine, smirking at the scowl on my face. He teases his lips over my neck, sinking his teeth into my skin as he pulls out of me and then slams back in. My mouth falls open on a silent scream as he brutally fucks me, pushing me right up to the pain-pleasure line with every thrust.
