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Edward
I'm fuming, agitated, frustrated as motherfucking fuck. My heart is racing, pounding like it's fighting for my life, and right now it feels like I'll die—explode. I look down at my cock. He's angry, red, and I swear I feel him pulsate. Pure fucking terror. Horror.
How could I have let this pass? I never let myself get teased like this, never let myself slip and lose control—lose myself, especially not for pussy. I'm known to be a good Dom, a great one, in the eyes of the subs that came before. New York was my home, my playground. I knew everyone in the scene, and they knew me. I was invited to the biggest fetish events, bar openings, and played on stage at the XXX-p(r)o erotic fair so many times I've lost count. I need to know what it is about Isabella that makes me tick. She makes me act like a feral little boy, like a Dom who doesn't know what the fuck he's doing—like a fucking rookie.
I slam my fist on the floor, the carpet burning my knuckles slightly. My dick twitches at the pain, and I groan. Why do I have to be like this? I never even liked subbing, but when Havoc tries to lay her dainty hands on me, I'm like a dog who can't wait to be taken on his daily walk. I want more. More of her—more sex, more fighting. Angry sex is always the best, but angry sex with a Dominatrix checks every one of my boxes. She was rough; she hurt me; she fucking bruised my neck with her chokehold. I fucking love it: the adrenaline, everything. But I hate the way she left me here. Havoc stood up and left, my dick wet and so lonely it hurts.
Getting up, I command myself to gain control. I ball my fists before I walk to the big hotel room window. I see the little balcony, so I grab the chance to have a smoke and settle myself down—and my cock.
By the time I'm done, I still hear the shower running in the bathroom. Havoc's locked the door, so I'm forced to sit back and wait for her. Another thing I do not do. I don't wait around for women. Or anyone. Ever.
Except for this fuckhot little Domme with the tightest pussy I've ever had. I'm intrigued and need to know why she's having such a hard time admitting she likes being under my care, my control—why she won't submit. Her entire body sings to me, but part of her is set in stone. And I'm determined to find even the tiniest of cracks.