“Your safe word?”
A wicked smile forms across my lips as a name comes to mind. “Grinch.”
A deep chuckling sound erupts out of his throat and he says, “Stop me if you need to or tap twice anywhere on my body if it gets toosuffocating.”
I cock my head to the side, trying to decipher what the last note means.
Oh.I say inwardly when the realization dawns on my face.
“You want to fuck me, huh?” In a swift movement, his fingers clasp around my throat. As he applies pressure and squeezes harder, my pulse ticks in his hand like a time bomb. “You know I fuck back.” My airways starve for some oxygen as he continues to deprive me of air.
His grip around my throat makes my eyes roll to the back of my head in pleasure and my head spins as the lovely sensation sends shockwaves through my body.
I blink up at him through squinted eyes, a silent plea reflecting through them. As his other hand reaches down to rub my clit roughly, he eases his grip and I gulp the airgreedily.
Through a soft yelp, I gasp, “What the f—”
I don’t finish the sentence when his lips crash mine and swallow me into a bruising kiss that sores and aches and feels so goddamn good when I taste him and drag my lips against his lip ring.
Rolling my hips back and forth on his hand, I lubricate him while losing myself to the friction of his rough fingers over my clit. I reach down to touch his hand when he warns me by tightening his grip around my throat again.
“You’re not allowed to touch my hands.” His fingers rub my areola and twist the horizontal barbell piercing my nipple hard.
A whimper of both pain and pleasure resounds from the bottom of my throat. I crane my neck up to encounter the half smile reaching one side of his cheek.
His fingers are still attached to the barbell as he continues to play with it, toying with the damn thing and creating tremors in my core. “My hands turn you on, Blakely?”
Breathing harshly, I whisper, “Yes.”
“Mmm,” he groans into my ear, “That is why I want you desperate.” In one tiny stride, his swollen front pushes against my core, trapping me against the wall. I wrap my leg around his hip, arching my back, I moan as he fixes his hand behind me and continues to glide his finger over my slit.
My nails scratch and dent his shoulders while his eyes darken at me, zeroing in on my lips and returning to my eyes.
“Please,” half-question, half-plea hangs on my lips.
“No.” His stern voice yet amused is sending shivers downmy spine.
“I don’t like taking orders from anyone.”
“No…? You seemed pretty eager a minute ago.” His solid cock thrusts into my belly once.
“With the right context, yes. Not when it becomes manipulative.” I explain right as he pushes a finger inside my soaking pussy. Knowing his hand is there tips me over the edge. I may have one of the biggest hand kinks in the world and just the thought could get me off in seconds if I focus.
The creases around his eyes deepen, eyebrows screwed together as if trying to read my mind and decipher my words.
Pursing his lips, he opens them to talk but shuts them again before he finds what to say. “I love the control because it makes me feel desired and looked up to. I genuinely seek to please you. It’s us who own the moment. Not anyone else.”
My pulse picks up speed, shifting gears until it reaches the max.
It’s like he can read my mind, knowing my past has a hold on me and putting my worries at ease.
His thumb and forefinger hold the sides of my jaw firmly. “It turns you on and you know it. Don’t even dare to lie about that.” A few distracting strands of black hair hang over his forehead, touching his eyebrow.
I swallow hard, and tightness clings around my throat like a lump. “Not gonna.”
“Good, my little slut never lies to me unless she’s looking for a punishment.”
A surge of adrenaline rush climbs up my body when I hearthose words. “What kind of punishment?” A tiny curl crosses my mouth and pushes against my cheek.
