"Stop telling me what you want to do and show me instead."
Chapter 9: Combustion
Cade
Twin flames of anger and lust burned hot and fast in Cade's gut. His gaze bored into Tristan's as he grabbed his chin and growled, "Let's get one thing straight. If we do this, you don't speak to me like that. You don't tell me what to do. You do what I say, you answer when I ask a question, and that's it. Got it?"
Inhaling quick, shallow breaths, Tristan bobbed his head in agreement. Cade stared him down, searching for any doubt or fear, but all he saw was raw desire.
Still, he needed to be sure. "You get that I was serious, right? That it will hurt?"
Swallowing hard, Tristan whispered, "Yes."
"Fuck," Cade cursed before he smashed their lips together, claiming and demanding. The feel of Tristan's pliant mouth stoked the fires of his lust even more. His tongue plundered, his lips devoured, his teeth nipped. His whole body buzzed from arousal, and his dick begged him to take, take, take.
But logic poked through his frenzied haze and reminded him of the conversation that needed to happen before going any further. With supreme effort, he broke the kiss and stepped out of reach. Running his hand through his hair, he sucked in some deep breaths and tried to calm his raging need.
"There are things we need to discuss before the scene. Do you know what a scene is?"
Tristan was flushed, breathless and shaky, but when he answered, he sounded eager, and the combination was sexy as hell.
“Um, like a … session … when we, um … ?”
"Yes. You'll need a safe word. Do you know what that is?"
"Yes."
"Do you have one?"
"No."
"Pick one."
A cute little frown appeared on Tristan's face as he considered his answer. Finally, he announced, "Nickelback."
Cade squinted at him. "Nickelback is your safe word?"
"Yes, it's perfect, because when I'm listening to music and hear Nickelback, I immediately want it to stop."
Several seconds ticked by before Cade admitted, "That's either the dumbest or the most genius thing I've ever heard."
Tristan smirked and shrugged in response.
Cade shook his head before continuing. "Okay, well, you can also use the stoplight system. Red means stop, yellow means slow down, and green means go. Okay?"
"Yes."
"And if you can't speak, you can tap out. Do you know what that means?"
"Like, just tap your arm or something?"
"Yeah, wherever you can reach. A few times, so I know it's intentional."
"Okay. I understand."
"Good. So I need to know, what are your hard limits?"
"What do you mean?" Tristan knitted his brows and looked so guileless that Cade almost reconsidered. But then he remembered how Tristan's body reacted to his words, how it practically beggedto be used. He might regret it at some point, but right now, he throbbed with an urgent need to take this man apart.
