Free His Forbidden Submissive by Brandi Evans Page A

headboard.”
    Her glassy eyes went wide. “Excuse me?”
    “You heard me, pet. On your knees facing the headboard. Now.”
    He scrutinized those doe-in-the-headlight eyes. Violet orbs of confusion and maybe just a hint of rejection—he’d put both emotions to rest in short order. Just because he hadn’t told her about the lifestyle didn’t mean he couldn’t give her a subtle taste of what she could expect.
    If he was careful, he could turn this round of sex into a learning experience. He didn’t need chains and whips and leathers to let her experience the lifestyle. Hell no. Authority and control were the only bindings he required.
    Absolute authority and total control.

Chapter Five
     
    Why did Brock suddenly sound so angry?
    Viv stared down at her lover, shock mingling with arousal, but despite the gruff voice, those same caring eyes looked back. Her Brock. Sweet Brock. He was just ordering her around. Like Eugene always tried to. And yet Brock’s words were nothing at all like the ones Eugene had slung at her.
    “What are you waiting for, sweetheart?” Brock’s hands cinched around her waist. “I gave you an order.”
    He sure had.
    Part of her wanted to tell him to fuck off—a throwback to her time with Eugene—but the other part just wanted to keep fucking him, no matter the circumstances.
    The second half was currently in control.
    With shaky legs and a pounding heart, she pushed from Brock’s hard body. The loss of his cock stretching her pussy left her feeling cold and needy. She hated that only one night as his lover had done that to her.
    “Very good,” he said when she’d gotten into position. The mattress shifted behind her, and a moment later Brock’s hot body pressed close. Sure fingers wrapped around her wrists and positioned her hands against the headboard. “Now keep your hands right here. Under no circumstances, no matter what I do to you, do I want you to move them. Do you understand?”
    She nodded.
    “I want to hear you say the words, pet.”
    Pet? There was that damn word again. The term was degrading, at least it should be, right? A man calling a woman pet made it sound as if she were his property. She hated the idea of belonging to a man.
    So why didn’t she hate the idea of belonging to Brock?
    “I understand,” she whispered.
    “Very good.”
    He released her wrists. His palms trailed up her arms with all the speed of snakes slithering through molasses, leaving pinpricks of sensation in their wake. Her eyelids drifted closed, and she let his touch take her over. Soft swipes traveled down her sides, over the flair of her hip, stopping briefly at her outer thighs.
    “Spread your legs a little more for me, sweetheart.” A couple playful fingers teased across her folds. “My cock needs access to this wonderful area.”
    A shiver chased down her spine, priming her already aroused core, and she wasted no time obeying that order.
    “Perfect.” He kissed her neck, snuggling ever closer. “Just like you.”
    It was a line as cheesy as the bowl of queso she’d had at that wannabe Mexican joint last week, but she couldn’t stop the smile that claimed her lips. “I’m glad I please you,” she said as a joke, but there was nothing funny in his response.
    “You have no clue just how much, Viv. No fucking clue.” He leaned back, his hand grazed over the swell of her ass as he gripped his cock and eased himself into position. His glans breached her entrance. He took his time, pushing in at an agonizingly slow pace, stretching her with the spectacular girth she was quickly growing addicted to. When he was fully imbedded, she lifted her hand toward his cheek.
    “Nope.” He put her hand back to its former resting place. “I told you not to move, didn’t I? All I want you to do is focus on the orgasm I’m about to give you. Is that understood?”
    She nodded. “Y-yes. I understand.”
    “Very good.” His hands slid down and secured around her waist, pulling her back firmly