He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. “Is it now?”
My heart races with an idea, something I’ve wanted to do to him for so long. “Very, very different,” I whisper. “In fact, would you like to prove that you’re not a big scaredy-cat baby?”
“Well, I’mnot, so tell me what I have to do to prove it. Unless it involves a talking bear, then I’m one-hundo percent out.”
“Same,” I snort as my gaze locks in with his, neither of us daring to blink. “Do you trust me?”
“Always.”
Warmth spreads through my chest knowing he trusts me enough to do literally anything to him. “What’s your safe word?”
He shakes his head, his lips tight. “Kenni…I’mneverusing that again.”
“JJ, listen, you didn’t scare me away last time, and you won’t scare me away if you use it again. You’re always able to use your safe word anytime. I hope you know that.”
“I know.” He nods as the words sink in. “Wait a sec…doyouhave a safe word?”
I scoff. “I do—tonic water. You have something planned I’m not aware of? You’re as green flag as they come, pretty-boy.”
He lets out a loud sigh. “Fine.You’re right. And you know what? That’s a badge I will wear proudly.” He pulls me in for a kiss, moving his hips into me, and holy lord, he’s rock hard. Heat courses through me, my core slick with want.The things I want to do with this man.
“Okay, pretty-boy. Lie back.”
He does as I ask while I reach into the nightstand to get something I’ve been dying to use.
“Kenni…holy fucking hockey stick. Is that your scarf? And…are those…ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod,” he rumbles, his eyes wide and his interest piqued.
I smirk, loving the control I have over him. “Yes. This is my scarf. I’m going to cover your eyes with it. And yes, these are leather handcuffs I’m going to use to tie your hands to the bed.”
“Fuuuck.”
“You need to use your safe word?”
“Do you see the raging hard on I have right now? My safe word can go fuck itself.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” I whisper in his ear as I tie the scarf over his eyes. Then one by one, wrap the cuffs around his wrists before securing them to the hidden hooks on the sides of my bed.
“Is this where you put a ball gag in my mouth?” he teases.
My brows practically hit the ceiling. “Would you be into that?”
He shrugs. “I mean…you never know ’till you try, right?”
God, I love this man.
“I love the enthusiasm for trying new things, but your mouth is the one thing I need from you right now. I’m going to straddle your face, and you’re going to make me come. Understood?”
He groans low, his muscles flexing under his skin. “Fuckyes. But, you know I’ll eat you out morning, noon, and night. You don’t have to blindfold me.”
“Oh, I know, but how am I supposed to use this giant flog if you can see me?”
“What?!” he shouts, nearly jumping off the bed.
My shoulders shake. “I’m just kidding. Although…I do have a soft, little flogger we may try later. But let’s just take baby steps.”
“You are a sneaky little thing, you know that? Now, sit on my face. I wanna taste you.”
I straddle him, holding onto the headboard, letting my pussy touch his lips. His tongue slides across my wet core like he’s done this a million times. I love being eaten out, but this angle, the power to move myself without the constraints of lying in bed, is fucking unbelievable. Being able to ride his tongue, my hips circling as if I were riding his cock is so empowering. I’m already on the edge. The angle makes my clit pulse in anticipation as my heart races in agreement. The thought that I’m the only thing he can breathe, the only thing he can taste?Fuck,just thinking about being his everything has me nearly coming undone despite him barely touching me.
