He laughed and pulled me into his arms. “And speaking of flesh…” I flicked my tongue across his cheek. “Yours tastes divine, and once you're finished working, I think I need a meal of Zander. Especially after his voice gets my pussy all worked up.”
“Spoken like my sexy little voice slut.” He bent his head to kiss me and whispered against my lips. “Maybe I’ll find a sexy scene in my script to record while you watch. I want those panties ruined.”
I nipped his lip with my teeth and pulled back. “Maybe Ishouldwork in the living room. Otherwise, neither of us will get anything done.”
“You’re not wrong.” He chuckled. “Go set up out there, and I’ll come get you when I get to a good scene.”
With a peck on his cheek, I reluctantly trudged out of the room in search of my laptop.
After three hoursof not so efficient work, my curiosity got the better of me. I sat my laptop on the couch and crept to Ryan’s studio. Turning the knob as quietly as possible, I slipped into the room. Ryan’s voice was muffled from the foam, but it seemed like he was really into whatever scene he was working on. I moved to the makeshift curtain door and opened it wideenough for my ear to have no barrier from that intoxicating voice.
Time escaped me as I leaned against the wall, listening to Ryan work. It was as if I was in the story with him. I closed my eyes and let the scenes play out in my head, thankful this was dual style narration so I could hear the female’s lines, too. Even Ryan’s feminine voice did things to me.
My heart leapt when the story shifted, and his voice turned emotional. I listened as he declared his love to the female character and held my breath as he pleaded for her to love him back. A tear ran down my cheek, and I knew. I knew I wanted that same affection from him.
I brushed the tear away and pushed off the wall, padding back to the living room. Back on the sofa, I pulled my knees up to my chest and decided I was going to tell Ryan everything; I would lay my spirit bare for him to decide if I might be worthy of his love. If he could even love me at all after he saw the monster caged deep inside.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Ryan
“Can I ask you something?”Raven asked as she nuzzled into my chest after I fucked her senseless all over my apartment when I was finished recording. I’d gotten to a sex scene in the script and I pulled her into the studio. What began as her listening, turned to hands exploring and before I knew it I was playing a game of trying to narrate with my fingers inside her.
I pulled her shoulders in tighter and wrapped my other arm around her back to cup her perfect heart-shaped ass. “You never have to ask permission to ask me something, baby. Ask away.”
She blew out a breath. “We never really discussed the other night.” She hesitated. “After our date.”
“The one where you made me a whimpering mess?” I chuckled, my skin heating as I remembered kneeling at Raven’s feet.
Raven groaned. “Yeah, that’s the one.”
I trailed mindless strokes up and down the small of her back. “What about it?”
Her voice turned to a whisper, suddenly unsure of herself. “Did you…did you like it?”
“The way I came for you wasn’t an indication?” I moved my hand to tip her chin up to me. “Of course I did, baby. It was fucking hot.”
The corners of her eyes pulled tight as she grinned. “Really? So you’re into it?”
I nodded and she dropped a kiss on my chest. “In my opinion, BDSM looks different for everyone,” she said. “Being a domme is my typical role with partners, but only in the bedroom. I don’t always do it, either. Sometimes it’s just sex, nothing too wild, but every so often it’s something I need.”
“Raven—”
“Shh, let me finish. I didn’t want to tell you because I wanted the thrill of surprise. You said you didn’t have many limits, and I made sure to designate a safe word first. I would never create an unsafe space for you.”
I cut off her words with my lips, savoring every inch of her mouth. When I pulled away her eyes were clouded with need. I could have her again if I wanted.
“Listen, that wasn’t something I’ve done before, and if I’m honest, I wasn’t expecting it. I thought you might be more submissive because you’re so dominant in every other facet, but I was wrong. Regardless of my experience, I would submit to you any time you wanted because I trust you.” When I brushed the hair from her face, something shifted in my chest. “I like to be dominant too, though. I guess I like both. Is that okay with you?”
“The truth?” she said as she buried her face against my skin.
I kissed the top of her head. “Always the truth with me, baby.”
She took a deep breath. “I haven’t ever submitted toanyone, either. Not like I did with you the first night. When I realized it was you and not him, I wanted to let go. I felt safe enough to let go. I’m sorry I cried after. Everything hit me at once, but like I told you before, I liked it. I like being both ways with you.”
“Don’t you ever fucking apologize for being emotional or vulnerable with me.” I gripped her neck and forced her head back, staring into her eyes. “If someone can’t handle you at your weakest, they don’t deserve you at your strongest. I want all of you. Your tears, your smiles, your laughs, your whimpers.” I chuckled, rubbing my nose against hers. The mood lifted and she smiled.
She settled back against me, the silence stretching between us. Her steady breaths on my chest was the only sound, a perfect white noise for just existing with her.
