His dominance rolled over her in waves of warmth. He was in total control and she was losing hers.
He captured her eyes, owning her attention when all she wanted to do was look away.
“Are you ready to come for me?” he asked.
“You know I can’t. That I won’t.” Disappointment churned in her stomach. She frowned. Why did this matter to him when she was fully prepared to make him come as much as he wanted.
He cupped her face in his hand, demanding the total exposure of her soul, feeding his words into her. “If I can’t make you come, if I can’t bring you pleasure, if I can’t blow your fucking mind, then I'm not going to be your dominant. I know you can suck a cock. But can you follow my lead? Will you go where I want to take you? Will you trust me? So I’m asking. Are you ready to come for me?”
She wanted to say yes. But she’d also promised him absolute honesty. “I don’t know”
“Your orgasm isn’t just locked in your body, it’s locked in your mind, it’s locked in your trust, it’s locked behind a wall of worry and fear. I want to go behind that wall, where the real you exists.”
“ You can’t.” The words came out small but certain.
“Why?”
“Because if you do, I'll never want you to leave.”
His smile spread into his dark eyes making them seem to glint with feral hunger. “That’s fucking perfect.”