Free Trapped by a Dangerous Man by Cleo Peitsche Page A

He simply assumed that role. Just like he’d decided he would cook for me. Just like he’d accepted the responsibility of saving my life.
    There was a word for a man like him. Competent.
    There’s another word, a little voice in the back of my head whispered. “You’re a dominant, aren’t you?”
    He shoved a finger deep into my ass, and I squealed.  
    “What clued you in?” he asked, his voice gruff.
    “The big D sewed into your underwear.”
    He brought his other hand over my mouth. “If you’re not going to beg for it, you might as well be quiet.” I couldn’t tell if he was mad or pretending to be mad. I decided it didn’t make a difference.
    He fucked my asshole with his finger. That was also new. I’d had anal a few times, but nothing like this. Within thirty seconds, I was so horny I really thought I was going to die. The sensation was so close to fucking, and so close to where it needed to be, but I wanted more.
    I tried to grind my hips against Corbin’s luxury sheets, but he smacked my ass again, hard this time. “Don’t be a dick,” I hissed. “Fuck me already.”
    “That’s not how we ask for things in the bedroom, Audrey.” He smacked my ass again, and I yelped, my face going hot, and the whole time he finger-fucked my ass. It was humiliating and so very delicious. When I tried to rub my clit on the sheets again, he pulled me over his lap. His erection poked me in the stomach.  
    “It doesn’t go there,” I gasped.
    He laughed. “I was going to adjust, but I think you need to learn that it goes where I want it to.”
    It was uncomfortable, that thing jabbing into my stomach, and he had my hips positioned so there was nothing but air under my poor, neglected pussy. Then that merciless finger was in my ass again, jammed deep and jackhammering into me.  
    It felt so decadently dirty. I curled my toes and kicked my feet, fighting him. He held me easily and continued what he was doing.  
    “Stop that,” he grunted as I tried to thrash side to side. But I didn’t stop. I bit at his arms, his thighs… anything within reach. I couldn’t help but challenge him, to see what he would do, how far he would go.
    He slapped my ass so hard that I screamed. “Hey! That fucking hurt.”
    “That was a warning. The next one won’t be so gentle.”
    I was obedient for all of two seconds. The truth was I loved his attention. I squirmed even harder.
    “Bratty sub,” he sighed.
    “I am not submissive,” I hissed.
    “Let’s see. You’re bent over my knee, your naked ass in the air, I’m sodomizing you and you can’t get away. This might be the most interesting form of domination I’ve ever seen. Mistress .”  
    He pulled me farther over his lap so that my upper body was perpendicular to the floor. I braced my hands on the cool wood, worried I was going to fall on my head.
    He lifted my hips, then settled me down again, his thick cock between my inner thighs. Frustrating. I tried to scoot back, to rub myself on him, but he anchored his arm over my lower back.
    I was trapped. I had an excellent view of under his bed and from what I could see in the dim light, it was clean, just like the rest of the house.
    “I warned you, Audrey.” His free hand was rubbing in circles around my ass, and I gave silent thanks for the relatively dim lighting in the room because the last thing I needed was him to get an eyeful of my imperfections. Though he’d surely seen everything the night before. “If this gets too much for you, say ‘snowman.’”
    “Are you giving me a safe word? Pathetic.”
    He heaved the sigh of the long-suffering. “Why am I not surprised that a woman irresponsible enough to try to come after me in a blizzard, driving a go-kart, would mouth off to a man who has her under his palm? Say ‘snowman’ if you need to, and I’ll stop.”
    “My car is not a go-kart!”
    The hand on my ass moved away, and I tensed. When his palm connected, I saw stars. Holy fucking shit, it goddamn