Playing with Her - Erika Wilde Page 0,3

pet wants to look owned tonight, does she?” he murmured, lightly tracing the diamonds encircling her neck that, to him, indicated his possession of her in a place like The Players Club.

She shivered, already craving his provocative touch everywhere else. “I do,” she whispered, and wasn’t surprised to feel her nipples tighten and scrape against the bodice of her dress. “It’s my birthday, so I think I’m entitled to whatever I want.” She deliberately injected just enough sass in her tone to provoke him.

It worked. Behind her, she felt his demeanor change, and a familiar excitement shot through her.

His hands dropped to her hips, holding firm as he turned her around to face him, his expression fiercely dominant. “When you wear this collar, all your entitlement and rights become mine. Or maybe you need me to remind you who’s calling the shots tonight?” He arched a dark brow.

Stephanie trembled at the sexual promise in his gaze. During the day, she might be a successful, independent businesswoman who would never let any man get the upper hand, but with Mac, and in the bedroom, she was a woman who absolutely loved submitting to him. To his dark, forbidden desires. To the illicit, generous pleasure he always gave her in return for her obedience.

But Mac also enjoyed a challenge, and she was always happy to present one, knowing just how much hotter it made him and the ensuing sex.

“I don’t think you have time to show me who’s boss,” she taunted.

Lifting his hand, he gently but firmly splayed his fingers along her jaw and tipped her head back until she was forced to look into his glittering eyes. “Really?” he drawled, and though his tone was casual, she knew his intent was not. She also recognized all the intimate signs that they’d just shifted into a scene and he was the one completely in charge now.

“Yes, really,” she whispered, purposefully defiant.

A dark smile touched his lips. He looked at the watch on his wrist, clearly gauging how much time they had before they needed to leave to be on schedule for her birthday celebration at the club. Not a lot, but Mac was a man who made the most of every minute. He also wouldn’t give a shit if they walked in late with her looking as though she’d already been thoroughly fucked by him.

Or maybe that was his intent.

He returned his gaze to hers, his hand still holding her jaw, keeping her face forced up to his. “I think you underestimate my ability to make you do whatever I demand, when I demand it, and make sure you know who, exactly, you belong to.”

A rush of moisture dampened her panties at his dominant tone. She was well aware of his adept abilities to bend her to his will, along with his wicked methods of coercion. He was the only man who could make her melt and surrender anything and everything to him . . . every damn time.

“So, let’s clear up this little misunderstanding right now, shall we, and remind you precisely who’s in charge.”

“Yes, sir,” she acquiesced, her voice soft and demure.

“Much better,” he said, his gaze dropping to her mouth. “Such a hard decision of what to do with you. Do I force you to your knees and make you suck my cock until your red lipstick is smeared all over my dick and I come down your throat?”

The filthy suggestion sent a surge of heated arousal through her veins. She loved giving Mac head. Loved the sensation of her lips sliding along his smooth cock as he watched her swallow every inch of him. Loved licking and stroking his length with her tongue until he shuddered with need. And ultimately, she loved having that small bit of control over his pleasure as she finally made him splinter apart with the force of his release.

However, she also knew how rough he liked to get sometimes during oral, how hard and deep he preferred to fuck her mouth, and she didn’t have time to redo her hair and makeup. “As much as I would love to suck your cock, sir, your hands will be in my hair and I spent a small fortune getting it styled this afternoon, and it’ll take no time at all for you to wreck it.”

“I want to fucking wreck you,” he growled darkly, and grabbing the hem of her tight dress, he yanked the skirt part up to her hips, making her gasp as cool