Free Break Me Down by Roni Loren Page A

legs and then rubbed her slick fingertips along his inner thigh.
    “Oh, fuck.” Gibson tapped his forehead against the wall. “Let me help you, Sam. Let me touch you. Taste you.”
    She cupped his balls from behind and gave them a squeeze. He hissed out a breath. “You know, I love this part of a man. Seeing your legs spread, all that maleness taking up space between them, every part of you exposed and vulnerable. I could get off to that image every time.” She traced the base of his cock with her fingertips. “All of this would look so pretty trussed up with a cock ring.”
    He shuddered and she wanted to bury herself in that reaction. Oh, he had no idea how sexy he was, what his responses did to her.
    She dragged her fingers back, along the tender skin of his scrotum, over the sensitive spot behind it and then trailed farther, teasing the rim of his taint with a light fingernail scrape. “I like other things on a man, too.”
    Gibson’s muscles clenched at that. But he didn’t say anything. Didn’t move. Didn’t sputter about limits. She smiled, something light and fizzy filling her. The day had certainly taken a turn. She’d been pissed when Gibson had grabbed her. Scared. But now she realized how much she’d needed this. Him. Last night was a nightmare in the faded background right now. She hadn’t needed to lash out to feel better. She’d needed to get lost.
    In him.
    She hit him with her palm again, feeling the thrill of power rushing through her and letting the high of topping take her away. Her hand stung and her arm was tired, but the way Gibson’s muscles flexed and clenched at every hit, the way his cock continued to leak onto the floor—all of it was the best balm for her soul she could imagine.
    She wanted to do things to him, with him. She wanted to take him away like he was doing for her. If he’d trust her, maybe she could. Maybe this week could be amazing.
    When she finally had reddened his entire ass and thighs with her palms, she was burning up from the inside out with her need for him. She wanted to drag him to the couch and climb him like a jungle gym. But she had a feeling if she did that,it would make it too easy for Gibson to talk himself out of this, for whatever fears he had about submission to resurface. They’d have sex and he’d call it quits. She didn’t know how she knew it, but she did. Gibson needed to know the price of admission, and he needed to pay today.
    She grabbed his hips. “Turn around.”
    Gibson let out a breath and spun around. His expression was primal, ravenous, color high on his cheeks. His gaze raked over her like roving hands, lingering on her hardened nipples and her wet, clinging panties. “Christ.”
    He reached for her, but she batted his hand away. “I didn’t say you could touch.”
    Rebellion flared in his eyes, fists curling at his side. “Please, Sam.”
    She stepped close to him, putting a hand to his chest, but careful not to let his erection brush against her. She’d lose it if she felt his heat on her. “You grabbed me when you weren’t supposed to earlier. You’ve barged in on my vacation. You’ve pretty much been a pain in my ass since you walked in. Do you think that’s acceptable behavior?”
    His jaw clenched. “I’m sorry for grabbing you. Not sorry for the other things.”
    She arched a brow and put a hand to her hip. “A consequence, then.”
    His nostrils flared. “You’re going to punish me for trying to keep you safe.”
    “Not a punishment, per se. A choice.” She tilted her head. “Only one of us gets to come.”
    She braced herself for the response, for the pushback, for a curse. Instead, without a second of hesitation, the man in front of her grabbed her by the waist, spun her to the wall, and dropped to his knees.
    She gasped as her back hit the wall and he yanked her panties down with such force, they tore in his hands. “Gib—”
    But he was a freight train, and she, the car stuck on the tracks. He grabbed