She rushes over and kneels in front of me. “I’m so sorry.”
I place my finger over her lips. “What’d I tell you about that? No more sorry. It’s done.”
She lays her head against my leg, and I stroke her hair.
“I’m not perfect, Kady. But fuck, do I love you.”
She picks her head up and stares at me until I feel like I’m drowning. “I’m not perfect either, but I think we’re perfect together.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I’m raw and overflowing with love for Blaise. We’ve never been this honest and connected before.
He brushes his knuckles over my cheek.
“Show me,” I whisper.
He raises an eyebrow.
“Come on. Last time you ambushed me and tied me up when I was asleep.”
A bit of his cocky attitude drops. “You mad about that?”
“No. It was…hot, once I…once we…you know.” I’m so turned on by the idea of Blaise restraining me again I can’t speak coherently.
“I probably shouldn’t have done it that way, Kady.” The corner of his mouth quirks up. “Luck’s class focused a lot on communication, and I just sprung it on you.”
I study his words and demeanor. Him considering every aspect so carefully is the reason I trust him so much. He didn’t hurt me. Everything he did was with my comfort and pleasure in mind. And even if I couldn’t say so at the time, I wanted all of it. “But we’ve known each other a long time.” He skims the back of his hand over my cheek, and I lose my train of thought for a second. “You gave me an out.”
“That’s right.”
My heartbeat ramps up as I form my next words. “Can we do it again?”
He lets out a whoosh of air. “Fuck, yeah.”
“You said something about.” I stop and kneel up, cupping my breasts. “Binding me up?”
His eyes widen. “I did.” He reaches out and takes my hands. “Do you like that idea?”
“I think so.”
“You’d be so pretty tied up.” He tilts his head to the side. “Whatdon’tyou want me to do to you?”
Gone is my boyfriend eager to try out some kinky stuff. In his place is a man, one-hundred percent in control.
I’m so struck—no, turned on—by the change, my mind blanks. “Don’t hurt me…or degrade me.”
“Degrade—I don’t have any interest in having you lick my boots. Is that the kind of thing you mean?”
“Definitely.”
He slides his hand into my hair, gripping me close to the scalp and tilts my head back. “What if I want you to be my dirty little whore?” His velvety voice wraps around my body like a warm embrace. Tremors of excitement roll through me.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what? You want to be my dirty whore, or yes, that bothers you?”
My bottom lip pushes out. “You’re going to make me say it?”
