loops around her hands as tears burned her eyes. With no small amount of time, she finally managed to free one hand and started to lift from the bench.
A hand pressed against her back, pinning her in place. Then he covered her with his warm, hard body, setting off a tingling sensation inside her despite her intentions to resist.
"You've got nowhere to go this time."
"I feel stupid, Daegan. I have no idea how to be what you want me to be. I'm not—"
"If you say you aren't submissive one more time, I will take off my belt and use it,” he threatened. His hand still at her pussy squeezed, rubbing her mindless before she could respond. “I can teach you what you need to learn. You've already agreed for tonight, so you only need to answer me honestly and do as you're told. That's it. Stop trying to analyze everything I say and do. That's my job."
As an orgasm once again bubbled toward the surface, all the thoughts she'd been fighting with muddled into one big mass of confusion.
"Put your hands back in those loops and hold still.” His rough demand was growled directly into her ear. He was so close the day's worth of stubble on his face scraped her cheek.
A stab of uncertainty speared through her, but she did as told. Her questions and doubts easily faded under the onslaught of lust he inspired in her. Her pulse hammered through her as she worked her way into the bindings once again. The ache in her pussy increased.
Pathetic.
Before another thought made it through her brain, Daegan slid two fingers through her lower lips and thrust into her. The shocking move brought her up on her tiptoes, and her Irish devil murmured something she didn't understand.
"It's hard to deny how much you want this with my hand getting soaked, love.” His thumb slid through her cheeks and circled her anus. She whimpered. “I like wet sluts."
Jennifer sucked in a sharp breath as more heat flooded her sex. Somehow the lilt of his accent made every word out of his mouth sexy, especially the dirty ones. For the first time in her life, she actually wanted him to say it again. The darker his words, the more turned on she'd get. He curved his fingers and brushed across her G-spot, and dots filled her vision. His finger pressed against the tight opening of her rear, and she automatically pushed against him, hoping he'd press into her.
Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God.
He sank the tip of his finger inside her, and the slight pinch tumbled her into the ultimate pleasure zone.
"Tell me you want it, love.” He was pushing her to confess something she no longer had resistance to.
"I do. I want this. Please, Daegan, more,” she panted.
"First tell me what you're afraid of. We're alone in the dark where no one can see you. Not even me. It's the ultimate opportunity to confess.” His warm breath brushed her ear on every spoken word. They rubbed her neck and taunted her to obey him.
He'd made it abundantly clear he'd accept nothing but the absolute truth from her. With his fingers providing the ultimate distraction, she gave in. Concentrating on everything that troubled her while he worked her body proved impossible.
"I'm afraid you'll want to keep me,” she shouted blindly into the room. Jennifer's blood roared in her ears as her body clenched around him in a desperate attempt to reach the pinnacle. To keep from screaming out, she bit her lip and welcomed the taste of blood on her tongue.
With shudders racking her frame, it took several long minutes before she realized he'd ceased moving his fingers. She froze. What had she said? Fuck.
The sound of her heavy breathing filled the room while she grappled with getting her lungs filled with air. In and out, she sucked in more oxygen until finally her pulse began to slow to an almost normal pattern.
Then he bit her on the tender skin of her neck just below the ear. Teeth scraped, fingers thrust, and her world tilted in ten seconds flat. Her orgasm hit like a flash fire, burning bright and fast. The