He shook his head. “Eyes forward.”
What the hell did he have planned? He’d reveal it in time, but if she questioned him now, no doubt he’d just keep withholding this orgasm. The thought made her chest tighten, a sob rise up.
Resolutely, she looked at the wall, pressed her lips together, and waited.
“Good. That’s progress,” he praised as he cupped her breast, thumb brushing her aching, beaded nipple.
She swallowed a gasp. God, every nerve ending was on fire. When his hand skated down her rib cage, her waist, her hip, her butt, she held her breath, so full of need. Then his other hand joined, and he spread her cheeks slightly. She tensed.
“You’ve never had anal sex?”
“N-no.” She’d never wanted it. But with Hunter, it sounded so hot and forbidden. Sexy as hell.
He traced a finger from the small of her back, down through the hidden crevice, lingering over her back passage. “When the time comes, I’ll be gentle. But you’ll take me here.”
His fingertip teased the little opening, and tingles skittered through her. She gasped. Oh damn . . . The thought of his c**k in her ass scared the hell out of her—and yet she was desperate to know what it would be like, if Hunter taking her that way would make her feel utterly dominated. Suddenly, Kata craved that in a way that haunted her.
“Such beauty . . . and reluctant obedience.” He caressed the curve of her waist again, his lips drifting across her shoulder—and his naked body pressed to her back, hard c**k nestled against her ass. When had he undressed? “We’ll work on that.”
Her pulse jumped, and Kata was so ready for anything—everything—Hunter wanted to give her—as long as he let her come.
“Please . . .” She wiggled against him, pleading again.
She heard a tear, a crinkle. Thank God Hunter was donning a condom. Her entire body clenched in anticipation.
Hunter found her opening in the center of the slick folds of her pu**y. He pressed the tip in—and paused.
“Don’t come until I give you permission. Are we clear?”
In the past few moments, she’d regained a little control, not quite as high with need. But Kata had no illusions; he could push her to the edge again quickly and leave her hanging. It seemed she’d been achy and desperate for hours, though it had probably been ten minutes. He could likely make it seem like days if he wanted. Why take the risk that he’d deprive her?
Giving in both scared and thrilled her. “Yes, Sir.”
“Your obedience goes straight to my cock, honey.” He pressed his solid chest over her back and nuzzled her neck with soft kisses. “Hmm. I could get used to this.”
She could, too. That’s what scared her to death. But she was too high on need to think about it now.
His hands scooped up her br**sts, fingers pinching her ni**les until the edge of pain had her gasping and her pu**y creaming anew. The need to orgasm rose once more, now screaming through her body.
Hunter grabbed her hips and slammed deep inside her in one savage thrust. “Fuck, yes!”
Kata cried out as pleasure-pain ripped through her. God, he was huge. She rose on her toes to put more space between them as she tried to adjust, but he still pressed inward, deeper and deeper. She hissed, trying to accommodate his girth, take the avalanche of sensation burying her. Climax loomed . . . but she needed just a bit more.
“Hunter, please . . . Fuck me,” she cried out.
“I will, until you’ve screamed your throat raw,” he vowed. “Once you’ve done what I asked, when I ask it.”
Chapter Nine
UNDER him, Kata stiffened. No surprise, since he’d intentionally pushed her.
Hunter grabbed her hips and waited. His little spitfire wanted to give in—he could feel her need—but that independent mind of hers, riddled with whatever scars she carried, kept asserting itself, shutting off trust before she could truly grant it. He understood; she was having difficulty reconciling what she wanted with what she thought she should want. Hunter planned to get to the bottom of that contradiction ASAP.
“Damn it, don’t keep doing this to me. Put up or shut up.” She wriggled her ass, not in invitation but in challenge. “Sir.”
So, she sought to lure him past his control and entice him to f**k her on her terms? Not happening, but damn if giving in and unleashing the full force of his lust on her wasn’t tempting.
Immediately, he clamped down on the thought, ceased all movement, then whispered in her ear, “We can do this the easy way. You can be soft and submissive under me, and I’ll make it worth your while. Or we can do this the hard way. I’ll withdraw and tie you to the bed, and jack you up every hour on the hour, withholding your orgasm until I get my point across. But that’s not what I want, honey.”