Page 32 of The Heart You Kept

“It’s not about the hit, it’s about control.”

I begin to get annoyed.

“Nobody gets to control me either,” I fire back.

Amused, he smirks and sips his drink as if knowing something that I don’t know.

There’s no doubt about it, Mr. Doe and I would clash in the real world.

He’s controlling, I’m controlling…. Not ideal circumstances for a warm-your-heart love match.

I see three strap-on dildos in the bottom of the box and I purposely get out the largest one. “Here we are.” I hold it up. “It’s going to feel great fucking you with this.” With my eyes locked on his, I put it into my mouth and suck it. I hold it out to him. “Your turn, Mr. Doe.”

“I don’t suck cock.”

“You might surprise yourself.” I smirk. “Let me put it on and hold you by the hair and fuck your throat until you gag.”

Sound familiar, fucker?

He glares at me as a sudden surge of animosity runs between us.

I put it back in my mouth and close my eyes and moan for added effect.

Screw you and your control bullshit.

I’m wearing the pants tonight…literally.

If he’s leaving me tomorrow…and he will…he’s going to fucking remember me if it’s the last thing I do.

“Get on your knees,” I tell him.

“You trying to top from the bottom, angel?” he whispers darkly.

Nerves simmer in my stomach.

“You know what I do to naughty girls who try to pull that shit?”

His dark eyes hold mine and he walks toward me, he pulls the strap-on cock out of my mouth and throws it to the side. He unzips his pants and pulls his hard dick out and slides it down my throat.

With both hands in my hair holding me just how he wants me, he lets me have it.

I struggle to take him, and good god, I’ve woken the beast.

Like a carbon copy of what I’ve just threatened to do to him, he does to me, and I gag around him.

He pulls himself out of my mouth and suction releases with a pop, he leans down so that we are face-to-face. “Here’s how tonight’s going to go,” he whispers. “I’m going to oil you up and I’m going to make you see stars through that pretty little ass of yours.”

“I’m fucking you tonight,” I announce.

He breaks into a sarcastic smile. “We both know that’s not happening. Not even close.”

“But you wanted⁠—”

“My therapist wanted.” He cuts me off. “I want no such thing. The only fantasy I have is to fuck your ass, and that’s exactly what we’re going to do.” He pulls me to my feet and in one fell swoop takes my dress off over my head.

“But Misty’s list,” I stammer.

“I’m not here with Misty. I’m here with you.” He grabs my head and kisses me aggressively. “We’re doing our lists, not the ones others have set for us.” His teeth stretch out my bottom lip and I feel a sting of pain.