Hungry when he licked his lips and let out a satisfied growl.
I was somehow horny and sated all at the same time, enjoying how it felt to be on his lap, supported by his hands. Even if the thought of the kind of submission Marshall wanted had scared me at dinner, in this moment, it was the only thing that made sense. Of course I would offer him that part of myself. I would offer him anything because, somehow, he knew me.
As though he’d been in a trance, Marshall shook his head and pressed his body against the headboard and the wall.
“Back to the floor,” he said. “On your knees again.”
I was loath to be away from him, but I managed to swing my body to the foot of the bed and then off. My knees hit the floor, and I hoped there would be bruises like he’d suggested. I wanted his marks all over me because I never wanted to forget how good it felt to kneel for him.
He followed me off the bed and stood in front of me, his cock still out, now limp against his thigh. I was at the perfect height to suck him again, and part of me hoped he would ask. Part of me wanted to come to his house after work and put his dick into my mouth and not take it out until it was time to leave again. I could ask for that. I wondered if he would like it or if he would think it was weird.
I tilted my head back, blinking up at him. My lashes were still wet, tears still welling out of the corners of my eyes. Marshall hummed, swiping my tears away, then brushing his thumb dry across my lower lip. My mouth was already salty from his cum, more so now the memory of it. My chin quivered at his touch, and it should have been embarrassing.
It should have been a lot of things.
He bent down and brought our mouths so close together again, another brush of his lips like the last time. Not quite nothing, but not quite a kiss.
“We didn’t negotiate a kiss,” he murmured, tugging my chin down.
“Please, Marshall,” I whined. “If you don’t kiss me, I think I’ll die.”
“You’ll do no such thing.”
“I’ll beg.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, sweetheart.”
“You said you didn’t want it to be like this,” I said, blinkinghard. I was ready to scream, ready to cry again. “What did you want it to be like?”
He made a thoughtful noise, then came down onto his knees. He was still taller than me, but it was closer to eye level than before. Reaching around behind me, he unlatched the connector on the cuffs, then undid them entirely. He rubbed my wrists, paying extra attention to the kisses he’d left first beneath the leather, then he lifted my arms one at a time and kissed them again.
“Tell meIcan kissyou,” I whispered, stretching my fingers toward the side of his face. He pressed his lips against my wrist and looked at me earnestly, then he gave me the briefest nod.
It was all the consent I needed.
I took Marshall’s face into my hands and crashed our mouths together. He slid one arm around my waist to steady me, and beneath my mouth, he parted his lips and made room for my tongue. I moaned, throwing the whole of my body weight against him, and it was no surprise he managed to hold us both. I licked into his mouth the way he’d done to mine, but instead of to taste, it was to explore.
Deepening the kiss, I climbed halfway into his lap, wrapping my legs around his waist and sinking down to sit on top of his dick, which was now half-hard again. I wanted him to fuck me like this one time too. Where we were so close together the only air we could breathe was what the other provided.
God, I wanted, and I wanted, and I wanted.
And for the first time in my life, I was scared the wanting would unravel me entirely, but then Marshall dug his fingers into the bruises on my ass and there wasn’t anything else in the world that mattered besides him.
Again.
CHAPTER 18
MARSHALL
Tuesday was hell.
I couldn’t get a single thing done, my brain far too wrapped up in Silas and the way every nerve in my body came alive when he kissed me.
Whenhekissedme.
He was so submissive and yet so sure, nothing like the man he’d been the night I walked in on him in the private playroom at Rapture. The fact that had only been days ago was just as astounding as the rest of him. The speed at which my feelings had manifested and developed was for textbooks. Put a picture of my face right beside the wordsinfatuation, obsessed, consumed.
Watching Silas go home at the end of the night had wrecked me, but he’d smirked and reminded me we hadn’t negotiated a sleepover. My own rules coming back to bite me in the ass when all I wanted was to take him into my bed and keep him there until I’d never be able to wash the smell of him out of my sheets.
