I’m usually in charge in the bedroom and I had convinced myself that it was what I liked. But actually giving up the control tohimwas a completely different experience. It was the most pleasurable sexual encounter of my life, it’s like I’m being awakened to a new facet of myself.
He owned my body, knew what I needed. Made me want to do anything I could to please him, and I enjoyed it. Far more than I ever relished being dominate in the bedroom. I thought that being in charge just proved how everyone views me. Frankly, how I view myself most of the time.
I don’t know what I’m doing, but I know that Dax can’t find out about Ryan and that I’m not done exploring what this is. Maybe it will fade out and it’s just so exciting because it’s so new and different. Maybe he will get tired of me. I mean, he’s a fucking demon after all, they aren’t known for monogamy.
A knock at the door startles me. “Blair, you okay in there?”
“Yeah, just a second.” I wipe the obscene amount of cum from my thighs and flush the toilet before washing my hands and turning off the faucet. I open the door and Dax walks in to wash his hands and swish water in his mouth.
I can’t help it when I gape at him, this specimen of a man in my bathroom. His tight ass flexes as he shifts his weight on his feet. Dax’s hair is a mess as it goes ten different directions on his head. I want to touch it again, feel the soft strands underneath my fingers. I can’t even fight with myself internally, I want him so badly.
“Blair, are you sure you’re okay?” He turns around and looks at me, his green eyes boring into mine.
I look away and sigh. “It’s just never been like that before, I’m processing.”
“Do you want me to go?” he asks, and I furrow my brows when I look at him. It’s got to be around two a.m. And the truth is, I don’t want him to go. I kind of hate that I want him to stay, that I feel vulnerable. What type of badass witch wants to be cuddled?
“I’d like you to stay,” I say in a small voice.
“Good, because I’m not done with you yet.” He smirks at me as he takes my hand and drags me toward the bed. I climb in, snuggling under the sheets.
“Thank you for staying.”
“I wanted to. You know everything I said, I meant, right?”
He’s behind me and I feel more confident not looking at him when I speak. “This is new for me, I’m usually the dominant one. I feel so comfortable with you and it kinda scares the shit out of me. “
“Babe, did you eat another one of those chocolates?”
“No, it’s stupid. We just met. Let’s go to sleep.”
“Hey,” he says, spinning around so I’m looking at him. “It felt different and special to me too, Blair.” He kisses my cheek, and I tuck my face against his pec. “Go to sleep, little witch. I’m sure you’re going to have sweet dreams.”
Sweet dreams don’t even compare to how I sleep next to Dax. It’s like I get to live out our night together from his point of view, seeing how he views me. It’s amazing, the way he looks at me, like I’m sweet but powerful. How much he enjoys himself as he tastes and touches me. I’m not sure how my subconscious knew I needed these affirmations, but I sleep long and hard, not wanting to escape the images my mind has conjured.
“Well, isn’t this cute,” my cousin coos from my door frame.
I crack an eyelid and see Dax is basically snuggling me like I’m a teddy bear. One of his massive legs on top of mine, his hand draped around my waist, his lips at my throat.
“Fuck off, Stevie,” I say, trying to get her to leave me alone. Trying not to shift my weight and not wake Dax.
“No can do. We need to talk about the screeching woman in the basement.”
“Is it wrong that I forgot about my captive?”
“It appears you were quite preoccupied,” Stevie says, giving me a wink. I notice the bite mark on her neck and roll my eyes.
I point to her throat with my one free hand. “Looks like you are one to talk.”
Her hand clamps around her throat. “Fuck, I meant to glamour that before I came home.”
“Let me just wake Dax up, and then we will deal with Clover.”
“Uh, huh? I’ll be in the living room when you’re ready.” She shuts the door softly behind her and Dax’s grip around my waist tightens, and he kisses my throat gently.
“I guess this means no morning sex?”
“I could put up a silencing charm,” I say playfully.
