Page 12 of Making Him Submit

“You’re staring,” he said, eyes still closed.

“Yeah,” I snapped. “Because I’m wondering why the fuck you rewarded me with a pat on the head.”

Jake just laughed, his hands now running all over his chiseled torso. When he finally stepped out from under the shower head, he held out his hand to me. “Stand up. It’s your turn.”

I took his hand. He pulled me to my feet. “Honestly, I’d much rather get to the part where we’re having sex.”

Jake still had a devious glint in his eyes, and I wondered if he had been serious about the ‘no fucking’ part.

Without a word, he placed his hand back on my neck and leaned down to kiss me, deep and slow and full of tongue. “Maybe if you learn to beg,” he whispered against my lips. “I’ll consider it.”

I scoffed as he kissed me some more, his grip tightening around my throat.

“As if,” I rasped.

He continued kissing me, still smiling against my lips. “Try. You might discover something else that you like.”

His hand ran down the front of my abdomen, finding its way down to my cock. He ran his index finger along the length, making me go weak in the knees. It was as though every inch of me was sensitive to his touch.

“I’m waiting,” he purred, still running his finger along my cock.

Was this man seriously not going to fuck me unless I begged? I tried to tell myself that I’d settle for his hand, that I didn’t need to beg.

His hand wrapped around me, stroking me with painful slowness.

Who was I kidding? I wanted Jake to fuck me very much.

I muttered something unintelligible under my breath.

“Did you say something, Dawson?” Jake asked, trailing kisses along the top of my chest.

I wanted to scream. “I said,” I repeated through gritted teeth. “‘Please’.”

“Please what?” he asked as his grip tightened just a tad more around my throat.

I swallowed, my Adam’s apple pressing against his hand. “Please,” I rasped. “Fuck me.”

He held the pressure around my neck for a moment longer before releasing me. “Are you going to be a good boy and do as you're told?”

My cock throbbed, even though he had stopped. I kind of wish he had continued to hold pressure around my neck. It was such a fucking turn-on.

I met his gaze, heart pounding and with a slight blood rush to my head. “Yes,” I said with a slow nod. “I’ll be a good boy.”

Jake’s smile turned wicked as he grabbed me, turned me around, and pressed me against the wall. His body pressed up behind me, pinning me in place. I was very aware of the heat coming from his cock as it rested between my cheeks.

He took me by my wrists, pinning them above my head, and, as embarrassing as it was, I stuck out my ass, rubbing myself against his cock.

“Look at you,” he said, squeezing my butt with his free hand. “I think you might be liking this.”

I did. I really, really did. I never had this kind of hook-up before, and usually I treated sex like a means to an end. It was something you did to get off, nothing more.

But with Jake? I couldn’t deny that there could be much more to sex than I originally thought.

His fingers traced the outline of my entrance, teasing me.

“Lube,” I said quickly. “In my toiletry bag, on the counter.”

The pressure of his body against mine momentarily lifted as he stepped out of the shower to get my lube.