Page 102 of Liar
“You’ll pay for that,” I warn before pulling her onto the pool deck after me.
The lights are off, a deep indigo darkness cloaking our forms as we race to the bleachers. I stumble on my pants as I unbutton them, and they slide down my hips, kicking them off and discarding my briefs when I turn to her.
Ember stalls at the sight of my hard dick, the pool’s reflection playing off her body and accentuating the dark pits of her eyes. Yet they shine like a sea sprite’s, a Siren’s, a water goddess intent on capturing a male for her pleasure.
“I’ve changed my mind,” she says.
I cock my head, waiting. I can’t speak when there’s a strange sensation closing up my throat. Like I’m experiencing … nervousness.
“I’ll forgive you on one condition.”
“Oh?” I respond testily. Good. I’d much rather cling to impatience than desperation.
“You let me dominate you.”
“Come again?” I arch a brow, thinking I couldn’t possibly have heard what I think I did.
“I want you to lie on the floor, naked, dick up, and I want to do all the dirty things to you that you’ve done to me, and I want you to take it like a good boy.”
Both my brows reach my hairline. My cock twitches dangerously. “No one gets that privilege. Not even you.”
Her eyes lower to my cock. She licks her lips, and I groan. “Let me fucking have you, Ember.”
“Not until I have you wide open and unprotected.” She slides out of her blazer, tossing it against the bleachers. “Then I’ll know you’re serious about me.”
“My walls are down, little pretty.”
“Not enough.” She grabs me by the collar and jerks me toward her. One side of my lips curves. Fuck, I liked that.
“Take your shirt off, Thorne.”
Entertaining her, I do, standing before her naked and exposed.
She tongues her top row of teeth. I have to tilt my head back to stop myself from ravishing her.
“Lie down,” she orders.
I’m not sure how long I’ll commit to this farce, but I must admit… “You’re turning me on, little pretty.”
She smiles, her preternatural eyes glittering like we’re underwater, back in the caves, allowing the tide to cover our chins…
Dammit. I lie down before her.
Ember forces me to watch her strip—painfully slow. I find myself salivating over the big reveal of her tits, then her pussy. Her underwear falls to her ankles, and she steps out of them, my eyes following every single flash of skin.
“Christ,” I murmur. I might as well be tied to the tiles with the way I’m splayed out for her, desperate for Ember’s touch. “End this torture.”
“Not yet.” Ember bends down and straddles me, her pussy—soaking wet—brushing against my torso and, sadly, way too far away from my dick. I arch to get it closer. She responds by clamping a hand on my throat and smacking the back of my head against the ceramic floor. “Nuh-uh,” she purrs. “Bad boy.”
I tilt my chin back, allowing her better access and relishing the painful dig of her fingers under the soft muscles of my jaw.
Ember bends until her fuckable face takes up my entire vision. “I’m going to fuck you now, and you’re going to let me choke you until I’m good and ready to get off. Understood?”
“Yes,” I groan. With the rush of ecstasy siphoning through my veins, I doubt I’ll last long, anyway.
“Wrong answer.” She digs harder into my throat. “Yes, miss.”
I smile. Touche. “Yes, Miss Ember.”