The Prize by Becca Jameson

couldn’t. I would never leave
     Atlanta. And I sure as shit wouldn’t go to Charlotte. Not even for a visit. Never
     again in this lifetime.
    And the thought of going to Parker’s home for any length of time gave me the chills.
     Never.
    It was a deal breaker. It would be so much tidier to insinuate it was the submission
     I was unwilling to acquiesce to than explain myself concerning my real issues. He
     was right. I had a secret. A big one. No one but my immediate family, my therapist,
     and—in a warped way—Michael Swarth knew my secret.
    I intended to keep it that way. For everyone’s sake.
    With all this in mind, I licked my lips and met Parker’s gaze.
    He blinked at me. “Meagan…” he moaned. “Hon, I don’t like the look in your eyes. You’re
     tortured by something.”
    I swallowed. “Please,” I begged again. “Please fuck me.”
    He hesitated and then lowered his face to lick another line between my lower lips.
    I dug my heels into the mattress to lift my hips up toward his mouth.
    He removed his lips. “Keep your ass on the bed. Hands above your head. Grab the rungs
     of your headboard.”
    I lowered my shaking butt cheeks to the mattress and lifted my arms to grab the headboard
     as he requested. My nipples abraded against my bra, drawing my attention to their
     sensitivity. I bit my lower lip to keep from making any more sounds than I already
     had.
    “Uh-uh. Let go of your lip. I want to hear you. Don’t hold back.”
    This wasn’t the fancy presidential suite of the hotel downtown where he’d taken me
     last time. I had neighbors. They were sure to hear my screams.
    He pressed my dress gradually up my body, over my hips, and higher until it was a
     tight ring of material against my breasts.
    I arched my chest when he tucked his thumbs under the material and lifted it over
     my breasts and then my head. Instead of hauling it the rest of the way off, he left
     the tight fabric tangled around my arms above my head.
    My belly dipped when he licked a line down toward my pussy once again. Every breath
     I took made my nipples press against the thin lace of my bra.
    How long would he torture me? And wasn’t he in a similar state of need? After all,
     at least I had come in the bathroom earlier. When he left me standing there, his erection
     had been bulging in his pants.
    “I need you inside me,” I pleaded.
    “You’ll have me inside you. When I say so.”
    My chest ached. My breasts felt larger than ever, swollen and in need of his touch.
     I didn’t dare make that request. I had already pushed the limit with regard to his
     need to dominate me.
    Besides, for as much as I fought against him, his actions—or in most cases, inactions—made
     me crave him more. Dammit.
    Parker eased off the bed to stand at the side.
    I watched as he slowly removed his shirt, his belt, his pants, his underwear… When
     he stood gloriously naked before me, I stopped breathing.
    “Keep your legs open for me.”
    I dug my heels into the bed and let my knees fall open farther. Arousal ran between
     my butt cheeks. “Please…”
    He smiled. “I do enjoy listening to you beg. I’ve never let my submissives talk as
     much as I allow you, but somehow it makes me harder knowing how badly you want this.”
     He gripped his cock in one hand and stroked it from the base to the tip, and then
     he leaned down to grab his pants and extract a condom from the pocket.
    I didn’t blink while I watched him tear into the wrapper and roll the rubber onto
     his cock.
    When he released his engorged length to climb back between my legs, it bobbed in front
     of him. Hovering over me, he popped the front clasp of my bra, freeing the swollen
     globes and sending goose bumps across my skin. He tweaked both nipples briefly and
     then leaned down and sucked one into his mouth.
    My eyes fluttered shut. Could he not fuck me already?
    In a slow path, he nibbled down my belly and around to my thigh, avoiding my pussy.
     His lips were