“What if this is all I give you?” he provokes, his hold on me flexing as I begin wiggling to adjust to the foreign pressure between my legs.
It’s nothing like his fingers, which offered a bite of pain that quickly melted to pleasure.
This is more.
So much more.
But I don’t want him to stop.
“What if I just give you the tip?” he asks against the shell of my ear. “Would that still be too much for you?”
My teeth grind. “It won’t be.” I try moving my hips to take more of him in, but he’s quick to stop me the second he sees me wince at the pain.
His grip moves from my wrist to my hip, holding me in place. “Stop,” he commands, leaving no room for argument. “If we do this, we do itmyway. If you want this, you will listen to whatIsay. That’s the only way this is going to feel good for you. And whether you want to believe it or not, that’s what I want most. Foryouto feel good. Foryouto enjoy yourself. If you’re looking for a distraction, you can use me. If you’re looking to forget everything you’re feeling for a few hours, then I’m right here, baby. But I will not let you hurt yourself, and I sure as hell won’t let you keep lying. To meoryourself.”
The authority in his tone isn’t as cold as before. Neither is his expression nor the way his eyes pin me to my spot beneath him.
He wants to give me everything I’m asking for, but he doesn’t want to hurt me. He doesn’t want me to regret this.
Will I anyway?
Maybe.
But that’s a problem for tomorrow.
“Do you understand?” he asks, and I realize he won’t continue until I agree to his terms.
So, I nod. “I understand.”
“And you’ll be a good girl and do as I say?”
Once again, I nod.
He brushes hair away from my face, then traces my bottom lip with his finger. “I think you like being told what to do, don’t you? You like not having to be in control one hundred percent of the time.”
For a second, my brain falters. Because…is that true? I’m not sure that’s something I even realized myself. But when he putsit like that, he’s not wrong. It’s tiring having to have everything figured out. To be okay when you’re not. To have a logical next step planned.
I want a break from that reality; to give somebody else the reins, even for a little while.
“I…” I pause, blinking up at him as one of his hands begins toying with my nipple. It’s still sensitive, still hard, and yearning for his touch. “I do,” I realize, swallowing. “I’m tired of always having to figure everything out. I’m sick of always pretending—”
That I’m not hurting.
I don’t finish the sentence.
I don’t need to.
His mouth wraps around the opposite nipple and sucks hard before he says, “I get it, baby girl. I can give you that. You won’t have to think about a thing.”
Yes. God, yes.
The way he works his tongue and fingers over me eases the coiled muscles in my stomach until my legs open a fraction wider for him. He sinks into me, his cock moving another centimeter or two at best and stopping to let me adjust.
“There you go,” he praises against my breast. “You’re doing so good. Stretching so fucking good for me.”
I thread my fingers through his hair as his lips move away from my chest and up to my throat. He goes back to the same spot he’s kissed and bit and licked before, doing the same thing as his hands roam farther south.
I gasp when I feel his knuckles brush my clit, and I involuntarily jerk my hips and take him further.
