With another quiet nod, Eris stretches and pushes my leg until I’m rolled onto my back. Zis doe eyes examine my knee, occasionally flicking up to check for my reaction. “So this hurts, but you’re not stopping me.”
I shake my head. “The pain is there anyway. I’m used to it.”
Eris scowls, getting off the bed to dig through zis bag. “There you go, being a doormat again.”
“I’m not being a doormat. I just…” Annoyance flashes through me. “You don’t have to be so careful with me!”
“No, Blake, I do. But not the way you think.” Eris returns with a jar full of yellow gel, kneeling between my legs. “Just some CBD.” Ze takes the ankle of my injured leg and rests my foot on zis shoulder. “I won’t baby your knee, but you’re so…obedient. And I love that, Bambi, Ireallydo. I want to make you do all sorts of filthy things for me.” Ze unscrews the jar and dips twofingers into the goo, wiping it on my knee before using both hands to spread it up and down my leg.
“Like what?” My belly pools with heat as ze stares at me, hands working the gel into my skin, massaging the scar tissue.
Eris smirks as zis fingertips press deep into the tight muscles of my thigh and calf. “I want you bent over on your knees, begging for me to fuck you. To call you my little slut, and slap that fat ass of yours until it’s red and raw and hurts like hell to sit in a church pew tomorrow. But I need to know that you want that. I need to trust that you’ll tell me when you don’t like something, or when something hurts in a way you don’t want. I need you to tell me when you like what I’m doing to you.”
I nod, growing wetter by the second, relieved we’re back on track. The anticipation is killing me. “I can do that.”
“Then tell me, Bambi,” Eris kisses my ankle, hand skimming up my legs to pull my hips tight against zim. I can feel how hard ze is through the thin fabric of our shorts, right where I want zim. “What do you want?”
“Kiss me?” My breath is so shallow, it comes out hesitant.
“Trust me, Bambi, that’s just the start,” Eris smirks. “And then?”
I gape in confusion. Maybe I should have thought about this more in the shower, but I want to do all of the things Eris said and more. “I want everything.”
“What’s everything?” Eris challenges, crawling over me. My leg folds over zis shoulder and my hips rise to meet zis. “Should I take you like this, all sweet and vanilla, kissing when we come? Or fuck you on your knees with your screams muffled by the pillow?” That gravelly voice is husky in my ear, making me shiver. “You want pain with your pleasure, or do you want me to worship you and drown in your pussy?”
Like stepping in cold water with socked feet, that word dims my buzzing euphoria. “Not that word, but yes to everything else.”
Eris beams, rewarding me with a roll of zis hips between my thighs, sending shockwaves through my body. “Good Bambi, tell me what you want me to call this.”
I shake my head, unsure of how to answer. “It’s just…just a hole. Or cunt. Clit is fine.”
“Just a hole, huh?” Eris raises an eyebrow. “Like the good toy you are. Anything else you want me to know? Anything you like to be called, or a way you want me to touch you?”
A glow warms my chest and I fight a smile; this self-proclaimed asshole is being so careful with me. “Try not to cup my chest, but yes. Touch me there. Everywhere.”
Eris’s hand slides under my tank top, thumb circling my nipple and fingers splayed across my sternum. “Like this?”
I nod, arching into zis touch, still in disbelief that this is happening, that I want this,needEris as much as I do. “Or harder.”
With a grin, Eris pinches it, and a grunt escapes me. My thighs clench around zim.
“Tell me what you like,” I manage to say through my gasps of pleasure as Eris’s rough hands scrape blissfully against my chest. “What should I know?”
Eris’s voice is low and close to my ear when ze murmurs, “Do anything you want to my body, call it whatever you want, cock or dick or strap or whatever makes you comfortable. Just don’t call me sir, or daddy, or mistress, or any of that. My name is Eris, and I want you to use it.” Zis lips catch my earlobe, sucking it into between zis teeth. “Oh, I want you toscreamit for me, Bambi. You have no idea how much I love hearing you say my name.”
“Eris? Can you kiss me now?” I ask, adding a whimpered “please” for good measure.
Eris groans into my ear. “Fuck, you’re killing me. You still need to tell me what you want. How you want me.”
“Just use me,” I whisper, rocking my hips harder against zim, chasing my pleasure and zis. “However you want me, I want all of it. Pain and pleasure and worshiping and all.” My voice cracks, and I can’t help but babble, “I’ll be so good for you, please Eris. Just tell me what you want, and I’ll do it. Whatever it is, I’ll love it, just make me yours—”
My begging is cut short by a snarl and a bruising kiss, lips crushing against mine—finally finally finally…Eris’s tongue presses against mine in deep strokes that set the pace for our bodies grinding together. The wine that we had with dinner is on zis tongue, and the sharp edge of zis mustache scratches my lip.
I want more of zim, all of Eris in and around and crushing me. Burying my hands in that silky brown hair that smells like orange zest and gasoline and grass, I twist my fingers around it so we can never be untangled. Eris swallows my moans and lets me drink zis as I pull zim closer.
Too soon, Eris leans back to strip me of my tank top. Zis mouth finds my neck, zis hands teasing at my chest, nails biting into the skin. “Can I leave marks?”
“Please,” I gasp, burying my nose in zis hair. I trace the shell of zis ear with my tongue and teeth, gentle around the studs lining the cartilage.
