Free Mission: Compromised Submissive by Willow Brooke Page B

Gently, he rolled it between his teeth, adding just enough pressure she squirmed under him. Without warning , he stopped, moving up her body with licks and nips.
    “No.” Her breathless protest shot straight to his balls. When he took her mouth, she groaned. She could taste herself on his tongue, only adding to the taboo of their enco unter. Dom consumed her lips, i nvading her mouth demandingly. She dueled her tongue with his, meeting him with the same demands. He took to it, loving the challenge he had so long yearned for. So many times the little subs that came his way were all too willing to cower. He craved more. Being in control for him wasn’t just cut and dry wanting a woman to submit. It was taking her control, and lowering the barriers that would normally keep her from reaching maximum pleasure. With Vice, he could explore. She needed someone to teach her what she liked, and what she didn’t. Tonight wasn’t about breaking her down to the basics. It was testing the waters to see if she could naturally give herself over to him. His gut twisted, worried that he would be let down. Could he still pursue her if she wasn’t a true submissive? As much as he wanted to think so, he knew he couldn’t. It was going to be a big enough challenge to give it up 24-7 and just settle for in the bedroom. The funny part was, he already didn’t feel the need for total dominance. She seemed to heal the scars he never thought could be. No matter what, he had to try…
    His kiss softened, giving a small sliver of himself over to her. The raw emotion slammed into him unexpectedly, knocking him unbalanced. He scrambled to regain his composure, flawlessly not missing a beat. She couldn’t know the effect she had on him. Not now. Maybe not ever. It was a dangerous game of roulette, and he was pulling the trigger.
    Vice arched upwards against him, fighting to take control. Her tongue twisted and turned, sucking his between her teeth lightly. The slight roughness unleashed his desire even more. “No.” He reached between their bodies and pinched her nipple. He swallowed her little gasp, turning from sweet to vicious. “I’m going to fuck you good, baby. We can’t play like I want, but I promise you I’ll make you feel like you’ve never felt before. You are going to c o m e so hard you’ll be begging for more.”
    “Yes! Please. I can’t take it , Dom. I need you.”
    “Sir. You’ll call me Sir from now on. Do you understand?”
    Vice hesitated. Her mind was mashed potatoes, but she briefly felt a twang of rebellion rare its head up, but the throbbing dick folded against her hungry cunt shut it down without a second thought. “Yes.”
    “Yes, what?” His voice dropped low and commanding. The sudden change only added to her arousal.
    “Yes , Sir!” Another gush of juices coated her thighs.
    “Good girl.” He kissed her again, rising from her body without warning. She started to move in protest, but he caught her. He pushed her back down with one palm, narrowing his eyes. “Stay.”
    Vice lowered back to the seat. Her eyes were affixed to him, watching every move. Slowly and deliberately, he removed his clothing and tossed them in the back seat. He was breathtaking. The moon light cascaded across his chest, glistening along every defined muscle. Her eyes trailed the length of him, eating in every detail. The man was built better than a Greek god. If Spartans existed, he would be it. His torso narrowed into a perfect triangle, leading in to a lean wais t and perfect hips. The sex lines that ran down in a perfect ‘v’ from his hips made her mouth go dry. They led into a perfect arrow pointing to his perfect dick. Never in her life had she seen a perfect cock. It was huge, but equally proportioned in length and girth. It stood straight, not leaning to either side, and rising well above his belly button. Oh fuck! “Do you like what you see?”
    It took all her might to find her tongue. “Hel-l-l yes-s-s. You are