My hand was still gripping her hair, so I used it to pull her face to mine, kissing her hard and deep. Her lips slanted across mine, vying for control.

I ground her body back and forth over mine, making her moan against my mouth, our power struggle forgotten in the face of pleasure.

“Don’t you dare come yet,” I said. I wanted her like she’d been at the party, desperate to come, but even more desperate to obey me.

She got that look in her eyes again and deliberately rocked her hips faster, flouting my command. I dragged her up and bent her over the ottoman.

“Oh God, yes.” She groaned. “Spank me now.”

She took my breath away when she asserted herself like that, but instead of making me want to submit to her commands, it awakened a desire to meet like with like, to challenge her fierceness with something equal to it.

She looked poised to feel my hand smack her ass, but instead I plunged two fingers into her, and she cried out. She was panting and trembling, giving me the answer to whether she was really into doing this with me.

“I’ve been doing my homework, Lady Elena, and I’ve read about what’s happening when you boss me around like that.” I lazily thrust in and out of her. “I do believe it’s called topping from the bottom. And I’m not taking orders from you at the moment, Temptress. I’ve had to wait so long to find out what this pussy tastes like. I’ve driven myself crazy thinking about licking you here. Once you’ve given me a taste, I’m not stopping until I’ve felt you come around my fingers again.” I pressed my thumb to her clit and stroked as I thrust into her. “And again…and again.”

I flipped her over so she was lying on her back across the ottoman, then sank to the ground between her spread legs. She gasped when my tongue made contact. I would never get tired of the sounds she made.

I moved in a slow, gentle rhythm, but from the way she was squirming and fisting her hands in my hair, she wanted it harder and faster. I chuckled. “You’re not used to being made to wait, are you?”

As she started to answer, I shoved my fingers back inside her, and whatever biting retort she’d planned to flay me with turned into a moan. I stroked her clit faster, giving her the harder pressure she was asking for as I continued to fuck her with my fingers, and it only took minutes for her to come.

She dropped her head back, limbs loose while she lay there silently panting.

It seemed she wanted a break.

So I kept going.

She tried to knock my hand away at first, so I said, “Turnabout’s fair play, Elena. You’re going to have to use that safe word if you really want me to stop.”

I looped my arms over her legs, holding her hips in place with my forearms so she couldn’t move. Then I lowered my head, pressing my tongue just above my thumb, so she had the heavier pressure she craved and the wet heat of my mouth. Her hips bucked under my arms and she wrapped her fingers in my hair, at first like she might pull me away, but then holding my head closer.