“Then you have to trust that I liked it. That I wanted it. That I still want it. That I’ll use my safe word if I need to. That I’ll tell you if it’s too much. And I’ll trust that if it’s ever too much, that you’ll stop. That’s how this works.”
I had to smile at him then. He was so beautiful. So forceful and smart. So willing to fight for himself.
“God, I’m so fucking proud of you.” I took a deep breath and fought the urge to fling myself down at his feet and beg him to marry me then and there. I could’ve. But not yet. Today wasn’t about what I wanted. It was about what Reese needed.
Pulling my tie free from my shirt, I looked down at him. “Are blindfolds a limit?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“No, Sir.” Reese beamed up at me, his shoulders sagging in relief.
“Close your eyes,” I told him as I walked around behind him and fastened the tie into place. Proper blindfolds worked better, but it wasn’t about taking his sight so much as it was asking for his submission. His trust.
Once the blindfold was on, I circled back around to the front. Bending over, I indulged in a kiss that was all tongue and lust and want, and that made my toes curl in my shoes. Then I stood and pushed Reese’s knees apart with a few gentle nudges.
“Is this a limit?” I asked him again, bringing my shoe up and tucking it against his balls. I watched his throat bob as he swallowed.
“No, Sir.” His nostrils flared, and his cock flexed in the air, leaking and showing me the reasons I should trust him. He was beautiful, and turned on, and mine.
And, hopefully, soon he’d be mine forever.
CHAPTER 6
Reese
The topof Cory’s shoe was cool against the pulsating heat of my balls, and I groaned at the sensation of him touching me there.
“You like this,” he murmured, rolling my balls and then digging the tip of his shoe into the sensitive space beneath my shaft.
He wasn’t wrong.
I liked the nerves that came with having his foot there, the arousal from the way he touched me, but it was more than that. I liked the sensation of being on my knees at his feet, I liked the trust, and I loved the man.
I was so in love with Cory, and I just wanted things to go back to the way they’d been before domesticity had tamed us. Before fear and worry had gotten the better of him. Complacency was a killer, but we were both so far from that. We didn’t check in as often because the need wasn’t there, not in the way it was before at least. Cory knew my body, he knew me, and I knew him…which was why I had to step up and be the one to steer him out of his doubt and back intous.
“I like it,” I confirmed, sinking down deeper onto my knees, spreading myself to make room for him to explore me with his foot, which he did, until he made a bored noise in the back of his throat.
I hated not being able to see him. Not being certain if he was truly unhappy with something I’d done or if he was only pretending.
“Hands behind your head, darling,” he said, not an ounce of displeasure in his voice. “There you go. Just like that.”
My palms were sweaty against each other, fingers trembling slightly and I braced them against my scalp to hold myself still. In front of me, I could hear Cory moving, but I was blind to how and where.
“You want marks,” he murmured.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Okay,” he said, a deal brokered, an agreement made, and then his foot connected with the inside of my thigh.
Hard.
Hard enough to suck the breath out of my lungs from the unexpectedness of it.
Before I could fully process what had happened, he kicked me again, again. Three times, rapid fire in the same spot on my inner leg. My fingers clamped down around each other and I gasped. My knees spread farther, ass sinking down onto my heels in my body’s way of silently asking him for more.
What a strange life, I thought.
Going from being a dominant to submissive.
Switch.
