DANTE:
I attempt to kiss Raven again, but she presses her palm on my forehead, pushing me away.
“I am in control, Dante,” she repeats, and I throw my hands in the air, backing away.
“Your wish is my command,” I say, looking into her eyes.
Her flushed skin and the way her chest rises and falls tell me that she is dying for release. Watching her act tough is even funnier, but I have to f*****g play by her rules.
“Stand.” Her one-word commands are f*****g sexy, and they make me want her more.
I get to my feet, and so does she. Then she points at the bed, and I sit. She walks to the table, grabbing a cuff. A smile hangs on my lips as she walks toward me.
“You know you are really sexy when you play mean.”
She doesn’t respond. Rather, she cuffs my right hand to the bed. Then she grabs a
