“That’s it, good boy, come for me,” Leigh ordered
like a seasoned mistress. “Come for me nice and hard.”

I faked my release, rutting up into her like I was
losing control, moaning, letting my face go slack. Leigh praised me through the entire process—and that was what broke me.

I couldn’t help it. I started laughing.

Leigh frowned, freezing in her movements. “What…?”

I grinned up at her, still chuckling. “I’m sorry, but just—the way you were—phew. Sorry, that was just too damn entertaining. I couldn’t keep up the pretense any longer.”

Before she could do anything other than stare at me in shock, I slid my hands under her thighs and picked her up, shifting our weight to get off the bed and sink down on my knees, then pressed her onto the floor, pinning her beneath me. I grabbed her wrists and yanked them up, anchoring them with one hand over her head.

Leigh squeaked in surprise at the role reversal, her eyes going wide, but then I felt it: that shiver up her spine.

“There we go,” I growled, seeing and feeling just how much she enjoyed my power over her. “Now… why don’t I show you how it’s really going to go between us?”

LEIGH

God, I did not like being in charge in the bedroom.

It wasn’t the position itself that bothered me. I liked being on top sometimes. It meant that I could get my partner’s cock completely inside of me and feel them really fucking deep and thick. I loved when my partner would dirty-talk me, telling me I was such a good girl, fucking myself on their cock.

This was not that.

I cooed and said all the right things, doing all the work while Jack lost his damn mind underneath me, as if he hadn’t had sex in a long time, which both did and didn’t surprise me. On the one hand, he was handsome as hell. On the other hand, he was a philosophy professor in the middle of nowhere. The dating pool probably dried up real fast unless he wanted to be unethical and fuck a student.

When he came, I figured I’d let him calm down, then bring in some spanking or something, then during the aftercare give him some praise and gently introduce some ideas for how he could feel more 'confident’ by ‘taking the reins’ on his uncle’s company.

And then—then Jack started laughing.

“I’m sorry, but just—the way you were—phew. Sorry,
that was just too damn entertaining. I couldn’t keep up the pretense any longer.” He shook his head, grinning.

What. The. Hell. A chill ran down my spine. Something was wrong. The man beneath me right now was not the man I’d just been dominating. It was like he’d turned into a completely different person—a snake shedding its skin.

Or rather a wolf taking off its sheep clothing.

I squeaked in surprise as he maneuvered his hands
under me and literally pinned me to the floor, grabbing my wrists in his hand. I couldn’t help it—the power, the strength, the dominance—it all had me shivering with want.

This was what I liked in bed. This was the aggression that I craved.

But where had it come from? What was going on?

I was so damn confused.

“There we go,” Jack growled in a commanding tone.
“Now… why don’t I show you how it’s really going to go between us?”

He sounded so in control and so ominous, I couldn’t stop the whimper of fear and arousal that escaped me. I squirmed, unable to escape the grasp of his hand, and I was still impaled on his thick cock. I was completely trapped. He had all of the power now.

On the one hand, this was so fucking hot I honestly got even wetter.

On the other hand—I felt like I was with a very, very dangerous man that I had stupidly underestimated.

He’d played me. And now I was going to pay the price. What exactly would the price be?

“Fight all you like, sweetheart.” Jack smirked down at me as I tried to test his grip on my wrists. “In fact, I like it when you struggle. You really thought you had it all in hand, huh? You thought you could be a lazy little mistress and get whatever you wanted from me? You think I wasn’t prepared for sharks like you?”