“What?”
“Ask me again why you can’t leave.” His voice sounded cocky, as always, but his eyes were unsure.
“Okay, why can’t I leave?”
“Because you hold the only key.” He shifted his eyes to where her hand caressing his pec had the little velvet bag dangling from her fingers.
Opening the bag, she pulled out the little silver handcuff key.
“You always will.”
It felt like forever that she stared at it lying in her palm. It wasn’t a key; it was a metaphor.
It was—she shot her gaze to his eyes—his heart.
“Does this mean … do you …” she trailed off, not wanting to assume, but it was there in his eyes, she was sure.
“Isn’t it obvious? You own me, Pixie.”
You own me wasn’t exactly the three words she’d hoped to hear, but they might as well have been coming from Monster.
Leaning down, she devoured his mouth. There was truth in his kiss. He loved her. His lips said what his voice hadn’t.
She levered herself up. “Now, what am going to do with all this power?” She dangled the key in front of his face.
“Whatever you want, babe. As long as it involves you riding my face or cock.”
His words caused a shudder to track down her spine. Placing the key back in the velvet bag, she laid it on the bedside table and started to crawl up his body.
“Face first, then, if you do a good job, I’ll let you fuck me.” The man had her speaking in a way she never did, but he just brought it out in her.
“That’s my good girl.”
Carys never knew she had a praise kink, but when he said my good girl, it went straight to her clit.
“Are you blushing, Pixie?”
She wouldn’t meet his eyes.
“Why? There is nothing between us that should be embarrassing.”
“Because,” she whispered like someone might overhear them. “I don’t talk like that. You bring it out in me, I guess.” Her cheeks were on fire with the admission.
“Look at me,” he ordered gently. When she did, she saw such tender honesty in his gaze.
“And you think I’m an overly emotional fuck normally? No, but you bring that out in me, only you. Now, get up here and sit on my face. Now.”
“Topping from the bottom, are we?”
Monster’s laugh vibrated through his abs right against her clit. She wondered if she could come from dry humping his abs.
“And what do you know about that?” He asked with amusement.
“Nothing actually, it was in a book I read once. I bet you can teach me though.” She spoke as she made her way toward his mouth. She stopped her progress when she felt the evidence of his claiming between her thighs.
“What’s the holdup? Bring that pussy up here, or I’m busting out of these cuffs and fucking you into next week.”
It wasn’t an idle threat. She knew he could do it. They didn’t feel like police grade.
