There was some part of him, I thought, that existed in stark contrast to the thoughtful
and careful dominant. Whatever fantasies it was that drove him - they ran much deeper than
he'd ever let me see. Was it true? Was it wishful thinking on my part? Did I want there to be
some darker part of him beneath the surface?
What was wrong with me?
The answer came unexpectedly: Nothing. Nothing. This is the way it was meant to be. This is
right.
Very suddenly, with a low growl, he pulled away from me, let go of my hair, and
grabbed my arm to lift me up again. My world spun again for moment.
I took a deep, cleansing breath, just the way he'd taught me. Banished all thought from
my mind. He smiled.
"Good girl," he whispered. "Stay with me."
With that, he turned me around again, frog-marching me over to the wall and pressing
me up against it. His body was all hard edges and tense muscles, pushing me so close that I
had to turn my head sideways, letting my cheek flatten against the wall. I felt like I could
hardly breathe. My chest had no room to expand between his body and the wall. Again, I
made a conscious effort to slow my breathing, even as Daniel's breaths came hot and harsh in
my ear. He seldom followed his own advice.
Throbbing insistently, his hardness seared my skin through the yoga pants I hadn't
bothered to change out of. He was tall enough that I usually felt it against my lower back, but
he'd pushed it down, nestling it between the cheeks of my ass, one of which he was now
palming roughly.
He made a little appreciative growl, and slipped his hand around to the front of my
body. Trapped between my pelvis and the wall, he somehow still managed to maneuver down,
working his way under my waistband, his fingers finding heated flesh like it was a homing
beacon. I let out a breathy moan, my knees buckling slightly as the pleasure spiked. He made
a low sound - pleased, feral, a vocalization of his body's reaction to mine. I felt him twitch
against my ass. His lips brushed against my neck, then his teeth. Scraping lightly. Closing
down, ever so gently, on my ear.
Deeper, deeper, his fingers dipped and curled. Finding the spot that made me jerk and
let out a helpless sob.
"Shhh," he whispered, stilling his fingers. "You're not to come until I say."
I bit my lip. This was a game we'd played before, but it wasn't one of my favorites.
During, that was. After, when it finally ended, in the most explosive pleasure I could imagine -
on an intellectual level I understood you couldn't have one without the other, but in moments
like this, my body did not know logic.
With a movement so sudden it made me gasp, he slipped his fingers out of me and
flipped me around so I was facing him. His hand came to my throat, a little tighter than usual.
His eyes stormed dark.
"Do you understand?" he demanded, and only then, I realized I hadn't answered him. I
gulped.
"I'm sorry," I whispered. "Yes, Sir. I understand."
"Good," he said, with a dark smile. "I hope you've learned to control yourself better
than last time."