I stroke my hand over his cheek. "Look at me," I say softly. He turns his head slightly toward me and opens his eyes, gaze slightly glazed but sparkling in the lamplight. "Promise me you’ll use your safe word or colours if anything’s too much."
His smile falters slightly, and my heart drops. Was this too much? In my eyes, this was nothing. Just hands tied. What if he’s vanilla after all? Would we still work?
"Isabelle," he says quietly. "I’ve always wanted to be dominated like this, but tonight was very light for what
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I’d like. I want you to take me along with you. Show me your depths so I can learn mine. I trust you not to hurt me." He pushes a stray lock of hair from my face. "Please stop worrying. I’m a grown man now." His cheeky smirk returns.
His reassurance lifts a weight off me, but I can’t shake the thought; Why am I so hesitant? Any other sub at the club, and I’d have pushed them further by now.
He rolls to face me, draping an arm over my hips, fingers brushing my ass before gripping and pulling me flush against him.
The warmth of our bodies tangled together means that sleep catches us unawares. For the first time, I feel what I’ve been missing; company, security, safety. His strong arms give me all that and more.
I’m half-awake in the early hours, the sound of one of my neighbour’s cats yelling bloody murder in the garden pulling me from my deep sleep. The dawning light and the realisation that James is still asleep next to me make me jolt wide awake. We have work in three hours, and neither of us have a car with us. Nor a change of clothes for James. I slip out of bed and head to the bathroom, feeling the tenderness between my thighs from where he had been. I’ll feel him there all day today, and I know what that will do to me. I slide back under the blankets as he rolls towards me and pulls me close. I nuzzle into his chest, the hairs soft against my cheek, and I wish I could call in sick
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today and stay here, but the two of us being off would throw the department into chaos and look so bad for us.
"You have a noisy brain," he mutters sleepily.
"What? What does that even mean?" I murmur back, confused.
"I can tell you’re thinking. What is it?" he asks, his leg slung over mine, our hips now pressed together. "Maybe I can distract you." His lips brush against mine in the gentlest of kisses.
"I was thinking how I could stay here all day with you, naked in my bed," I laugh, his hands starting to roam down my back toward my ass cheeks. He seems to go for those a lot. Clearly an ass man. He’s lucky I have a fair bit of junk there.
"After last night, I could definitely stay here all day, only take the kid gloves off this time." His voice is low now, filled with desire. His eyes are awake but dark in the morning light, and his stubble is darker along his jaw. Holy crap. He looks like some sexy lumberjack snack from the novels, especially all dishevelled and stubbled. The ache at my core grows.
"Kid gloves, eh?" Oh, it’s on. I’m wide awake now and ready to play.
Feeling the full length of his body against mine, my legs intertwine with his. I smooth his hair back and away from
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his face, gripping it hard, pulling his head back as I kiss down his neck, his throat bobbing as he swallows hard. My lips brush over the pulse point, feeling it beat harder.
"That’s my man. I can feel you getting hard again. Are you wanting more? Wanting to be fucked again? Tell me, do you want it rougher?" I pull his hair harder, making him wince, his breathing now harsh pants.
"Yeah, baby, I do."
"Manners!" I snap and pull again.
"Yes, please!" His voice is all but a whimper.
I roll on top of him and reach into my bedside table, pulling out a blindfold and a vibrating bullet.
"Hands above your head and eyes closed. Now, please." He places his hands up, and I secure them with the belt to my headboard. I pull the blindfold over his eyes, making sure it’s secure and not too tight. His length looks so pretty standing to attention; I want him inside of me again, but first I want him twitching, begging for my touch.
I lean forward, my lips pressing firmly to his mouth, my tongue parting his lips in a long, slow kiss. His head lifts as I pull away, trying to chase the kiss.
Slowly, I lower my body down his, kissing, licking, and sucking at various points; over his collarbone and ribs, making him squirm and gasp. I continue over his stomach, feeling the muscles beneath clench with each kiss. I make
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my way down to my favourite part; his lower abdomen, that Adonis belt that directs me to the fun zone.
