“Please,” I murmur, the word cracking, and as if the begging wasn’t humiliating enough, a tear spills down my cheek. “I need to come.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Max
Picking her up, I spin Sutton around in my lap, then place her legs on either side of my own. A tear drips from her chin down to my lap, and I cup her cheek, pulling her down to eye level. I search her eyes, glistening with tears and pupils blown out with desire. “Color.”
She sniffles. “Yellow.”
My eyes narrow. “Why?” I swallow hard, bracing myself for her answer. If I’ve pushed her too far already—
“Because I need to come,Sir.”
The mocking tone in her voice makes my cock twitch. That curl of her lip makes me hungry to lean forward and taste it.
Tilting my head, I ask, “Would you like to try your answer again? Without the attitude, perhaps?”
She smirks, and it’s the Sutton Hart I know looking back at me, the ball buster I can’t fucking get enough of. “No, Sir.”
“Yellowbecause you need to come, is that correct?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Well then, I think we need to go over the rules again. We don’t use yellow or red unless we feel in danger or afraid… if boundaries are crossed, or if the pain becomes too much to bear…”
Her lips press into a fine line. “Fine. I’d like to revisit orgasm denial, Sir.” She grinds the word through clenched teeth.There’s my hot little lawyer.
“By all means,” I say, “speak freely.”
“Orgasm denial is aoneon the scale, Dominus. I made a mistake and I’m changing it. Is that allowed?”
“Absolutely.”
“Good. It turns out that I loathe this feeling.” She swallows hard and I tighten my grip on her chin, then tug her toward me. If this mask wasn’t in the way, I’d crush my lips to hers in reward for being so goddamn open and honest. Instead, I hold her face as closely to mine as I can while still having the ability to watch her expression, then I spread my legs, further spreading hers in the process, and I reach between them. As I drag my fingers through her wetness, I say, “Honesty will always be rewarded. Trusting your body is the sexiest thing you can do for your Dominant.”
Her eyes flutter closed as I tease her clit with gentle strokes.
“Eyes open,” I command, and when they fly open, I say, “Now, show me what a good little sub you are and ride my hand.” Driving two fingers up into her, I hold her tightly in place and watch her face twist from indignant to euphoric with just a few punishing pumps of my fingers.
Her hips rock with my hand, taking as much as I give, and everything outside this room drifts away as Sutton Hart locks her eyes with mine, grabs onto my shoulders, and falls apart on my hand.
Back in my private quarters, Sutton sits on the chaise lounge in my office, while I sit at my desk, perusing her intake forms and reviewing her checklist. I’ve updated the rating fororgasm denialto reflect the way she truly feels about that, and I will assessedgingat a later date. For now, I believe we’ll avoid that because of how similar to denial it can feel to a submissive. The more I get to know her, learning her body and understandingwhat she needs, the more we can venture down that avenue of kink exploration.
She’s curled up beneath a blanket with a book in hand, but her gaze hasn’t left me in the twenty minutes we’ve been back in my office. If I close my eyes, I can almost imagine us like this, sitting in our home, Sutton reading while I work, or vice versa, the sexual tension hanging heavily in the air.
Sutton makes me want that life, and I’m a masochistic idiot for even pretending I have any goddamn chance at getting it.
I lift my head and meet her gaze.
She quickly returns her attention to her book.
Smirking, I return mine to the screen and resume scanning her checklist forfives,fours, andthreeson the rating scale. Landing onprimal play, I remember something from our earlier interaction in the private viewing room, then click over to the club’s reservation system to see if the sight deprivation room is available a week from tonight. When I find it empty, I quickly type in my name and block out a two-hour time slot.
“Finish your water.”
From my peripheral, I watch her swallow the last few sips of water, then set the glass back down onto the small end table beside the chaise. With an adorable little huff, she shoves the last bite of apple into her mouth before being told to do so.
Good girl.
