“Like it?”
He groaned and hid his face from me again, sliding further down in his seat like he wanted a hole to open up and swallow him whole.
Keeping my eyes on the road, I reached over and tentatively brushed my fingers through his hair. I held my breath, waiting to see if he would jerk away from my touch. When he didn’t,I gently stroked him, enjoying the soft, shuddering breath he released as my fingers grazed his nape.
“Well, I think it makes a lot of sense that you would enjoy being forced to submit during sex, Ryan.”
“Yeah, how do you figure that?” he asked, peeking over at me. His tone was sarcastic, but his eyes told me he was really listening.
“You’re a control freak. It’s pretty common for people who are dominant in their day-to-day lives to crave being dominated in bed. It gives you a way to escape. It lets you give control to someone else for a change. You don’t have to think; all you have to do is relax and let your partner make you feel good.”
I glanced at him, allowing my smirk to grow. “And I plan to make you feelreallyfucking good, Ryan.”
“It makes me feel weak.” He whispered so quietly I almost didn’t hear him. I frowned.
“You’re not weak for knowing what you want and allowing yourself to have it, Ryan. What you want in bed is not an accurate representation of who you are in real life.
“Just look at me. In real life, I’m basically a golden retriever. If you met me on the street, you wouldn’t know I’m actually a black cat sadist.” I winked at him.
“Or a murderer.” He sighed.
“Or that,” I agreed shamelessly.
He peeked at me hesitantly, biting his lip. “I did like it… you know. Being dominated by you.”
“I know you did, baby,” I purred, brushing a thumb lightly over his bruised cheek and giving him an affectionate smile.
“If you want to be dominated, you came to the right place. I’m a top, through and through. It’s like fucking kismet that you’re a sub. We were meant to be, baby.”
Ryan was still staring at me funny. “We’re… are we…together?Like a couple?” he asked, the blush in his face spread all the way to his hairline.
God, he was so fucking cute.
I raised an eyebrow at him and shrugged.
“I won’t allow you to touch anyone else, so call it whatever the fuck you want, but you’re mine.”
He scowled. “Well, areyougoing to be fucking anyone else?” he snapped, and I bit back an amused chuckle.
“Would that bother you?”
“Yes,” he said without any hesitation. “You can’t tell me I’m not allowed to see other people, then slut it up yourself.”
I burst out laughing. “Slut it up!? Jeeze, ginger snap, we don’t slut shame in this car.”
He scoffed. “I don’t care what you did before, but if we’re doing whatever this is, I don’t need to worry about getting any nasty diseases from your butt whores.”
“Butt whores!” I was full-blown laughing now.
“And I want you to get tested,” he snarked, crossing his arms stubbornly over his chest while I wiped tears of laughter away from my eyes.
“I was just tested two weeks ago, and I haven’t been with anyone since. I think I have a picture on my phone I can show you.”
He eyed me suspiciously. “I find it hard to believe that you’ve gone two weeks without sex.”
“Believe it, ginger snap. You’re right. Normally, I need to get laid more than that, but Kyle’s murder held me over. Besides, since I laid eyes on you, I haven’t been interested in anyone else,” I admitted, glancing at him again so he could see the truth on my face.
He was biting his swollen lip again, looking unsure. However, it was unclear whether he was unsure about the factthat I was clean or the fact that I had admitted Kyle’s murder held me over from needing sex.
