“Pick a safe word.”
A jolt of nerves lit through me.Not out of fear, but from excitement.Anticipation.The realization that I was truly stepping into something new with him.
Becoming who I was always meant to be.
“Hades,” I said, smirking despite the tremor in my breath.
“Hades.”His lips curved, a soft huff leaving him.“I like it.”
Then his expression shifted, serious and steady.“Just so we’re clear, you’re in control here.Not me.You call the shots.I’ll test your limits, but you hold every ounce of power.You say the word, and I stop.Everything tonight is foryourpleasure.Yourempowerment.Okay?”
I nodded automatically.
His gaze hardened.“Use your words, Ariana.Your voice.Whenever I ask you something, answer out loud.Do you understand?”
“Yes.I understand.”
“Good.”He kissed me again before standing and stepping back several paces.
The air changed instantly.His posture, his eyes, his entire presence sharpened.
“Come here, Ariana.”
I started to rise, but his voice cracked like a whip.“No.”
I froze.A shiver shot through me, electric and hot, but utterly free of fear.
“Crawl to me.”
My breath hitched, core clenching, skin vibrating with need.
I carefully sank back onto my knees with my eyes trained on his, unable to look away from the severity etched into his features.My pulse thundered, my chest tight with adrenaline and want.
Slowly, deliberately, I lowered my hands to the floor and crawled toward him.Inch by inch, the tension between us coiled tighter.His eyes tracked every movement, his desire growing, sharpening, devouring.
By the time I reached him, I was trembling.Breathless.Desperate.
I sat back on my heels, obediently waiting for whatever he planned to ask of me next.
Whatever it was, I’d do it.
He reached out and cupped my cheek, my eyes fluttering shut as I leaned into his touch.
“Good girl.”
A visible shiver rolled through me.
“You like that,” he murmured.“You like when I praise you.”
My nod was small, automatic.Then I remembered his rule.“I do.”
“Tell me why.”
I tilted my head back, meeting his gaze.“I like knowing I please you.”
“Is that what you want?To please me?”
“Yes.”
