“I, uh, talked to Sparrow and Wick a little bit about what we did in the garage the other day.”
A line appears between his brows. “Why?”
“Sorry, that came out wrong. I didn’t give them any specifics, but holding you? Controlling you like that? It blew my mind.”
His face flushes. “Mine too.”
“I wanted to learn a bit more about it, make sure it wasn’t just a fluke, you know?”
Tanner nods. “I get it.”
“And then I went online, and…”
Tanner grimaces. “What did you look up?”
“Um. Domination. And submission.”
His eyes round in alarm. “That’s…a lot. I don’t know if…”
I hold up my hand. “Me either. Some of that is definitely not for me. That’s when I saw Sparrow, and I knew I could talk to him. Warwick was helpful too, believe it or not.”
Tanner’s shoulders drop out of his ears, and he chuckles. “I can see it. Inappropriate, probably, but I can see it.”
“Yep. That’s Wick in a nutshell.”
“What did they say?”
His pretty blue eyes still carry worry and anticipation, and I’m quick to soothe him. “Like I said, I didn’t tell them much, but they like us together, and they both pretty much said that in order for anything to be good, we have to talk.”
“Like sexy talk?” he asks, popping his brows as he squirms his little ass against my suffering cock.
I tip my forehead to his, pushing his hips back to help me stay on track.
“Stay still,” I command, glaring at him from beneath my brows.
He shivers and stills immediately. “Okay.”
Mmph.
I let out a steadying breath. This is really fucking hard. Punfullyintended.
“No, not sexy talk,” I say, finally responding to his question. “More like communication. Talking about our needs. Making sure they line up.”
“Yeah?” he asks, his eyes tracing the width of my shoulders before dropping to the swelling in my jeans.
I reach out, cupping the back of his neck while using my thumb to direct his chin—and treacherous eyes—back to mine.
“You like it when I put my hands around your neck—”
He nods vigorously, his face lighting up.
I continue, “But I don’t like hurting you. I don’t want to cause you pain, and I don’t want to cut off your oxygen. Ever. That sounds awful to me.”
“Oh. I shouldn’t have asked for it that way. I’m sorry.”
I kiss away his concern and look deeply into his eyes. “You can ask for whatever you want. I can ask for whatever I want. But…we both have to agree on what wedo. Especially since…” I hang back, hoping he likes what I have to say. “I like to be in control.”
Tanner takes in a slow breath. “I like it when you say that.”
