Free Control Me by Shanora Williams Page A

removed, my dress puddled around my feet, and I gasped. But he continued. “I’m attracted to you. I was attracted to you from the moment I laid eyes on you. And when I saw you, I knew I had to have you. The fact that I didn’t get enough in Key West speaks volumes. But trust me…,” he said, his voice low and highly intoxicating. “I know you didn’t get enough either. This is all new to you, and I understand that. But—” He tugged me against him with a heavy grunt, whirling me around in his arms so our eyes could meet. I blinked rapidly, my heart drumming against my rib cage. His eyelids were low, his warm eyes focused on my mouth. “—what you have to understand is that we are just fulfilling our needs. Nothing more, nothing less. Whether you realize it or not, you enjoy submitting to me, and I enjoy taking over and dominating you. It’s the perfect combination. We’ll have a good time together, but we’ll share no feelings. No attachments will be made. No hooks will be latched. I will own you for the rest of the time you’re here, and then you will leave. And it’ll be like nothing ever happened. Understand?”
    Although I nodded, the idea of that seemed really low. Like nothing ever happened? How could I act like it never happened when he was my best yet? How could I forget about something so daring and risky, yet so enticing and amazing? The truth is, I wasn’t going to be able to. I could pretend it never happened, but I would never forget it.
    Pretending was okay. I could pretend… but for how long?
    Before I could ponder on that question, Carlos led me to a tall black chair in the corner and ordered me to bend over. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I was standing in his office half-naked. He was giving commands, and I was going through with them. I thought I was much stronger than this. Perhaps I was wrong about myself, but the undeniable truth of the matter was that I didn’t mind his demands. In fact, I enjoyed them. They made me tingle in all the right places. They made me horny and wet. Insane, but in a good way. Submissive? Yes. He was right. I wanted to give it all to him.
    As I bent over the chair, Carlos’s pants unzipped and hit the floor. He stepped forward, pressing his now hard cock against my ass. I licked my lips but kept my gaze forward. My legs were wobbling horribly on my wedge heels, my heart racing like it never had before.
    Circling his hips, Carlos grinded his cock against me, running the palm of his hand up the arch of my back. “It’s crazy how bad I want you,” he said. “Things like this were only supposed to happen in the hotel room I reserved for you.”
    I smiled at the thought of that. We were breaking rules—crossing boundaries. This was good. Carlos took off his suit jacket and tossed it on his desk. Next was his vest and dress shirt, and then he said, “I’ll make this quick. I have a meeting in twenty minutes.”
    I knew it wouldn’t take me anywhere near twenty minutes to be satisfied. Carlos, on the other hand, I didn’t know. He was patient when it came to fucking—fluid-like. It seemed almost unnatural in a man, but with him, it was okay.
    Leaning forward, Carlos hovered above me, gripping my waist. “You’re protected, I assume?” he asked.
    I nodded. “I am.”
    “Good. I hate condoms. I need to feel you squeeze around me.” His lips touched my shoulder blade, and one of his fingers slipped between my thighs, running through my slit. “Mmm,” he groaned. I clenched. “You’re so wet, Mya. You don’t make this difficult for me at all.”
    “Should I make it more difficult?” I questioned in a breathy whisper. There we go… the daring Mya was back.
    “That’s for you to decide. I don’t mind a little chase. Either way, I’ll get what I want.” With those words, his finger glided inside me, and I gasped, clutching the edge of the chair. A groan rattled in his throat as he gently kissed my other shoulder blade, almost as if he