Page 21 of Draco's Defiance
She croaked the reply, uncertain how she truly felt as he pressed himself against her. She was okay, wasn’t she? She’d enjoyed submitting to his massive cock, and he hadn’t really hurt her, had he? He’d only taken her mouth ruthlessly, forcing her to accept that she enjoyed the surrender almost as much as his dick. And wasn’t that precisely what he’d promised to do from the beginning? His intent had been clear. Draco had told her he was a man who got what he wanted. He’d vowed to take control. She’d known what she was getting into.
“You told me you don’t usually do this.” He reached for her hand, but rather than being tender, his grasp was hard and uncompromising.
“I don’t.”
She met his eyes, trying to decipher the emotions she found there. Was it only lust she saw, or was there something else, something harder and darker that both thrilled and terrified her in similar measure?
“So, you might not be prepared for what comes next.” His eyebrow cocked as he steered her around and pushed her toward the couch.
“Draco?” Alarm spiked as she landed over the arm, her head twisting to meet his eyes as the weight of his hand pinned her in place.
“Wrong answer.” He delivered one hard swat to her ass with his free hand, the noise of the impact ringing in her ears as she gasped at the unexpected pain. “You know how to address me.”
“Sir.” She spat out the name, her brow furrowing as she tried to find a comfortable place to rest her head.
“Better.” His growl resonated through her as his shoes nudged her ankles wider apart. “If I have to tell you again, you’ll get ten strikes.”
Ten?
Her lips parted as though she wanted to complain, but the truth was, she didn’t. She wouldn’t. She hadn’t anticipated the swat, and was shocked that he’d spanked her, but by God, had it awakened something new in her. The hurt had been brief, and once dispersed, it had spread a warmth across the area that seemed to call to her throbbing clitoris.
“You’re lovely.” The hand holding her down collected one, and then her second wrist and pinned them into the small of her back. “But when we fuck, you will obey me.”
Christ. Her throat dried at his startling edict, her body softening to his abrasive command. Draco had been attractive when he’d stood up for her at the bistro, but bent over the end of his couch, she’d never known a man as scintillating.
There was no logic to her need to obey him. She’d been raised to see men as her equals and understood well enough from her profession that many of them struggled to reach that benchmark. There should be no reason why submitting to one was anything other than misogynistic subjugation. She should not be enjoying it, and yet her response to Draco as he pinioned her there was undeniable. She sensed her need pooling at the apex of her thighs. The more he exerted control, the more she wanted him.
“Yes, sir.” She smiled against the leather as she replied, conscious that he couldn’t witness the act and absurdly thankful.
Moira was discovering this new facet about herself in real time. The last thing she needed was to have to justify it to him. She needed time to process her own feelings before she could explain them to anyone.
“I can make this incredible for you, little girl.” His free hand swept along the cleft of her ass, his fingers dipping between her cheeks. “But if you want me, you need to be good.”
Good? Her pussy clenched at his inference. It should have sounded patronizing, and yet somehow it was as hot as hell. She wanted to be his good girl, longed to hear him say so himself. God, when she finally woke up in her own bed she was going to need a world-class psychologist to figure out her desires.
“I’ll be good, sir.” There was no hesitation in her promise. “I want this.”
She wanted whatever Draco’s version of incredible was. After all the hard work and crap she’d endured in the last ten years, she realized she deserved it.
“I know you will.”
His breath was warm against her thighs, her brows knitting as she processed what that meant. While she’d been there contemplating the root of her arousal, Draco seemed to have fallen to his knees behind her.
Oh, God. Excitement danced in her head. What does that mean?
She’d expected him to take her from behind, spearing her with the same monster cock her mouth had struggled to accommodate, but why would he kneel to achieve that? Draco already had her right where he needed her to be.
“Look at you.” His hands pulled her ass cheeks apart, his fingertips brushing over the place where no one had ever fucked her before. Once upon a time, someone had tried, but the less she dwelled on that experience, the better. “So fucking gorgeous.”
“Sir?” Panic exploded in her mind as she grappled with the competing emotions she was experiencing. What was he going to do? He couldn’t possibly think to fuck her there, could he?
“I’ve wanted to eat this pussy from the first moment you smiled at me.” He chuckled, one hand reaching beneath her hip and dragging her ass closer to him.
“Oh, God!” She couldn’t hold the words in that time, her breaths sliding into fast pants as he buried his face between her legs.
“Fuck.” His appreciative tone echoed from between her lips. “You taste so good.”
Fuck, indeed. In all her years of bedding men, she’d never known a man do that before. A few had ducked between her legs while she was splayed on her back, but none had ever contemplated devouring her from this angle. As Draco feasted, she was all too aware of the difference. From this position, he seemed able to utterly consume her, her hips pushing her sex back to try and garner more of his exquisite attention.