I nod. “My job ended weeks ago, but I didn’t stop because I didn’t want to. And everything that we did, well, let’s just say that had nothing to do with a job.”
“So you haven’t done that sort of thing with other people?” he asks.
I shake my head.
He drags his tongue over his bottom lip and gently bites the silver ring in his piercing.
I know it’s an innocent move and he’s not doing it to seduce me or anything, but my already half-hard dick twitches appreciatively as I track the move with my gaze.
“Have you wanted to do that kind of thing before we…” He swallows, and it takes way more effort than it should not to look at his throat so I can watch his muscles work.
“Yes,” I tell him, a husky tone creeping into my voice. “But I never once had the urge to act on them. Not until I started following you.”
“No?” he asks, not even trying to hide his hopeful tone or expression.
I shake my head. “Have you thought about that kind of thing?”
“Yeah,” Damon says thickly. “Not exactly that, but stuff like that.”
“Have you ever done anything like it before?”
He lets out a little snort-laugh that’s way too endearing. “Fuck no. I’ve spent years thinking I was insane and there was something fundamentally wrong with me for wanting that kind of stuff.”
“And now that you’ve done it, do you still think there’s something wrong with you?”
He shrugs and glances at the floor as a flush of color creeps up his neck. “Not as much as before, but yeah, sometimes. I mean, even you can’t deny it’s fucked up. People aren’t supposed to want that sort of stuff.”
“Why not?”
He shoots me a confused look. “Because it’s wrong.”
“Why is it wrong?”
“Because…”
“We’re consenting adults. What does it matter if we’re into things that other people think are wrong?”
“It doesn’t, I guess. But it’s still messed up. I mean, what does it say about me that I like pretending that you’re forcing me to suck your dick and fucking me against my will? What kind of damage do I have that getting stalked and chased and scared out of my goddamn mind gets me hotter than anything else I’ve ever done?”
“I like pretending I’m forcing you to suck my dick and fucking you against your will,” I say simply. “I also like stalking and chasing and scaring the shit out of you before Imakeyou suck my dick and take what I want. Do you think there’s something wrong with me?”
He shoots me a smirky smile. “In general, or just when it comes to your kinks?”
“My kinks,” I say with a soft laugh.
His expression goes serious again. “No, I don’t.”
“Then why would there be something wrong with you?”
“Because you’re the one doing it, and I’m the one taking it.” He shakes his head gently. “And I don’t mean it in a top/bottom way. I mean you’re the predator and I’m the prey. That’s the part that’s messed up. I’m not supposed towantto be prey.”
“Why not?”
He opens his mouth like he’s going to answer, but closes it, his brow furrowing again. “I don’t really know. But it feels wrong.”
“Does it feel wrong because you think it’s wrong, or because you’ve been told it is?”
He pauses like it’s the first time he’s thought of it that way. “Because I’ve been told it is.”
