Blade gets a bigger plug and comes back with that and a bottle of lube. “We back on?”
“Hold on a sec.” He looks at me. “Tell me more of what you want, Twyla.”
My body wants to move, to take, my brain wants…more. “Um. I want to keep going. Without the hood,” I rush to add. “I want to see you both.”
“Okay.” Zion slides his fingers into my hair, his thumb rubbing circles on my temple, my cheek. His gaze takes in my whole face, my eyes, my mouth, my eyes again. “What else?”
“I like feeling used.” That sounded wrong, so I consider for a moment. “No. Notlikeexactly, but the idea turns me on, you know?”
“Okay. Yeah. I know that feelin’. You want to be objectified?”
“Yes. You decide what happens, I have to…take it. Accept it. And I want to push things. With you. I mean, I want you to push them. Farther than I’d…” I swallow. “Than I’d maybe be comfortable with. With anyone else.”
His eyes flare briefly. “Okay, so, we make you do things you’d never get caught dead doin’ in real life?”
My pulse quickens. “Yes. Yes, that.”
“A little degradation? What about the name callin’? Too much?”
I glance down, weirdly shy, and then back up. “I liked slut. A lot.” It had felt dirty when Blade said it. Wrong and a little humiliating, but not hurtful in a deep, real way. “Not bitch, though. I don’t think that would work for me.”
“Got it. What else?”
“I think I’ll need breaks.”
“Yep.” His gaze doesn’t leave mine and, this close, I can make out the individual crystals of his eyes. They look otherworldly, almost lit up from within. I want to kiss his eyelids. I want to kiss him.
“And…” I stare at his mouth. No. No, I can’t ask for that. He’s already ripped right through one of his Very Important Hard Limits with me, I can’t ask him to ignore a second.
“Yeah?” Is he eyeing my mouth with hunger, too? Or is that just wishful thinking on my part?
Voice shaky, I say, “I like being your brat.”
“You do?”
I nod. “And I trust you. With all of it.”
“Good thing,” he says, trying to push it off as a joke.
I won’t let him, though. “Seriously. Itrustyou, Zion. I do.”
His expression goes stern as he nods. “Thank you.”
“Now.” I turn to Blade. “Are you gonna give him the plug or what?”
“Oh, no, my little brat, that’s not how it works,” says Zion, his expression as cold as the blue of his eyes. “We give the orders around here. You just lie there and take what you’re given like a good little slut.”
At that, my entire body flushes hot.
* * *
Zion
I nod to Blade. He goes to the door and explains what we’re doing to Max, who checks in with Twyla. After a quick chat, she goes back out. None of the check ins or discussion affects my libido one bit. It’s all just part of rough play, part of the deal, and, in a way, setting out the rules, the wants, the limits, just makes it better.
Once Blade’s back, I settle into this new role she’s written for me—softer, in a way, but firm as hell, a caretaker, but also a user.
I harden my jaw and nudge her slightly away, give her a slow, ugly up-and-down, and adjust my hard-on in my jeans—as explicit a move as I can make it.
