X: Command Me through Alexander's Eyes - Geneva Lee Page 0,95

her mouth. I want her. I don’t know how to deny myself her. I can’t. I push her hand against my erection to prove how powerless I am in her presence. “This is what you do to me.”

She reaches for my belt buckle, but I won’t let her. Not tonight. I need to push her. After what my father said today, after tonight’s dinner party, I know what I have to do. If she runs, it’s for the best. I’ll go away, ask for a new assignment in the middle east or go off on tour. I’ll find a way to keep myself from her.

It’s for the best.

I simply have to show her just how out of her depths she is.

“No, Clara. When I say,” I demand. She’s let me be dominant before, but not like this. “Right now, I want you to turn around.”

I’ll use her. Possess her. Humiliate her. I’ll do everything she’s asked me not to do, and then she’ll see what I really am.

Then she won’t love me.

Leading her to a stone railing, I push her over the edge and lift her skirt. She’s staring at the house in front of us, at its open windows, at the occasional passing movement as someone walks down a hall. Anyone could look out and see us. That’s the point.

“When I saw you before dinner,” I say, leaning down to whisper, “I wondered where you’d left your skirt.”

She laughs, but there’s a nervous edge to this. I’m taking her outside her comfort zone. “I like this dress.”

“Oh, I like it, too,” I tell her. “I like that I can do this.”

I slide a hand under her skirt, giving in to every fantasy that I’ve had about claiming her like this before the world.

“I must admit I didn’t like sitting next to you, so close to this—” I press my palm to the heat between her legs “—so close to what is mine, knowing I had to wait for it.”

“Antici…pa…tion,” she teases.

“That’s exactly what I had in mind, poppet.” My fingers move under her thong, gliding between her swollen, wet seam. “Do you want to step out of these for me?”

She sighs as I stroke her softly. “You’re giving me a choice?”

“It’s come to my attention that we have finite resources on Earth,” I remind her, “and that I should spare a few pairs of panties.”

“How forward-thinking of you,” She reaches to her hips and wiggles the panties free.

“I think you’ll approve of my planned call to action.” I bend and pick up the lacy undergarment. Then I shove it against her face. “We’re so very close to the kitchens, and I want to keep all those sexy little noises and cries of yours to myself.”

I expect her to cringe as I push them into her mouth, but she whimpers instead. Fuck, that’s not how this is supposed to happen.

“I’m actually jealous, poppet,” I say, stroking my free hand down her neck. “I’ll bet you can taste that sweet, little cunt of yours on those panties, something I’ve been dying to do all night. I suppose I need to do something about that.”

I push her high enough on the railing that her feet come off the ground, her ass rising in the air. She’s completely on display, and I force her legs farther apart, leaving her exposed to the world around us. She continues to moan, and I realize that she’s enjoying this. I’d expected her to be shyer this close to a house full of people. But she’s always had a way of surprising me. How much farther can I push her? I lightly clutch her neck, moving my other hand up higher to spread her cheeks open, revealing the pink pucker of her ass. I push my thumb against it slightly.

“Relax,” I command her. “You belong to me, Clara, and I want you. All of you.”

Her body tightens, tensing despite my order. I push my thumb inside her anyway, plunging in and out while she squirms.

“I’d like to take your ass, Clara,” I muse. I would have eventually. “Remember it is mine, and I will claim it when I choose to.”

Her moans grow louder, muffled by the panties gagging her, but it’s clear that she’s enjoying this. So much for pushing her too far.

“Not tonight.” I need to try a different tactic. “You aren’t ready, poppet. But you can’t deny me my desire to play with you after you teased me all night in this poor excuse for