Ronan rolled his eyes and stopped walking. I took a step ahead of him and his palm landed against my spine. He pushed me forward until my chest and cheek collided with the rough and cold bark of a tree.
“I asked you first,” he said. “I hope one thing we can agree on is that 24/7 means you do as you’re told 24/7, not when it suits you.”
I attempted to nod, but stopped. The dry and thick bark was rough against my face, already trying to abrade my cheek. My cock pushed at my fly, not caring what pain waited for it on the other side of my zipper.
“Yes, Ronan,” I agreed. He made a pleased sound, but didn’t release the pressure he had against my spine. I tried to formulate an answer for what 24/7 meant to me. Even though it was something we’d talked about and agreed to before, it had been in generalities and ideas. We hadn’t set rules, and I knew how important that was to Ronan, to us.
“I’ll wait,” he said. “It might rain later, but we have a decent amount of time for you to find the words you’re looking for.”
“I haven’t put much thought into it,” I admitted, and he dropped his hand, but I didn’t move away from the tree. I didn’t even adjust my posture into something more comfortable. “I just knew that it meant more than what we had. More of you. More of me for you.”
“And that’s what you want?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to make decisions for you in all things?” he asked.
“Maybe not all.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, the smell of wet dirt and pine filling my nostrils. “But I want you to have the final say.”
“In what you wear? Who you see? What you eat?” Ronan’s hand returned, but this time at the small of my back. His fingers walked their way across the hem of my thermal, plucking it out of the way until his fingertips danced across the now exposed skin.
“If that’s agreeable,” I breathed the words out, barely hearing the sound in my own ears.
The idea of turning over control in all things to Ronan was exhilarating. A year ago, I would have said no. If this was where things between us had started, they never would have gotten off the ground, but now I couldn’t think of anything I would rather have than every ounce of him. A year ago, I would have thought that this kind of relationship was me giving up things, but it was the opposite and I knew that now.
24/7 was Ronan giving me everything of his.
Chapter Seventeen
Ronan
“I’ll choose for you,” I assured Kevin. “And when I want your opinion, I’ll ask for it.”
“Yes, Ronan.” Kevin’s hips pumped forward, pressing his torso against the tree.
I reached around the front of him, working open the fly of his pants and shoving them down to his knees. He groaned when the tender skin of his growing erection dragged against the tree bark, but held steady in his posture. I rucked up his shirt, exposing his chest to the bark and pushed him back flat.
“What limits do you want?” I asked, giving one final check up the length of the branch I was getting ready to strike him with.
“Yours,” he answered.
“I don’t think I have any anymore,” I admitted. “At least, not when it comes to you.”
“Yours,” he said again.
“What if I wanted to brand you?” I asked.
“Like a tattoo?”
“Like an actual brand.” I stepped closer and pressed my fully dressed body against his back. My erection lined up against the exposed crack of his ass and I pushed against him, shoving his bare cock into the tree in front of him. His body flattened against the trunk, his cheek scraping against the tree and pushing his glasses up off his nose so he couldn’t see.
He looked like he wanted to get fucked.
Good news for Kevin, I wanted to do some fucking.
“Like if I wanted to heat metal over a fire and sear your skin with my mark,” I whispered in his ear.
Kevin’s lashes fluttered and he whimpered in response.
