‘Does it matter?’ he asks, pressing himself into my centre again.
‘No,’ I whisper, flexing back against him. ‘I can do that.’
‘I don’t doubt it, sweetheart.’ He kisses me fully then, his weight a delicious pressure between my legs. Tongues tangle and teeth graze as Kai slides both hands up my body, slipping my hands into his. ‘You’ll mean well, but I doubt your commitment.’
‘Commitment?’ I repeat. The slight questioning inflection is by accident. Right now, all I care about is getting him inside me.
‘Mm-hm.’ I feel the vibration of this rather than actually hear. ‘Because you’re all about the moment. Instant gratification.’
He rocks his hips and I moan, biting my lip, desperate not to beg. As I look up into his face, the bastard is smiling.
‘See what I mean? Those moments, they’ll scratch the itch, but they won’t be enough. And you’ll be desperate for more.’
‘Doesn’t that work both ways?’ I whisper breathlessly.
‘Kitten, remember. I want to be the source ofallof your pleasure.’
‘And my pain.’ I’d been so turned on when he’d told me; when he’d began to help me see any act of sexual submission to him as an act of will, not an escape from it.
‘Sensual pain. And that’s how this will be. I’ll give you your pleasure—’
‘Or you’ll take it away.’
‘My darling girl.’ He looks down at me as though I’ve just said something adorably cute. ‘I knew you’d understand.’
Understand?
‘So you’ll...’Stop me from, you know?
‘I’ll decide how you come. And when.’ Like usual, then.
‘I’m not—what happens if—’
‘You’ll be punished.’ This he says with a wicked gleam and another flex of his hips. ‘I’m rock hard just imagining it. You’ll be so desperate; swollen lips, your clit shiny and fat, and desperate for my tongue.’
‘How will you tell?’ I rasp, beginning to writhe under him. The imagery, his voice, his words, hell, his command, pushing all my buttons at once. If I could only just get him to move a little, he’d be rubbing against one button in particular...
‘Because you’ll show me. As your nails scrape the sheets in absolute desperation, you’ll spread yourself for me, desperate to share. Begging me for relief.’
An uncomfortable thought suddenly occurs.
‘Is that why I’m wearing underwear?’ I almost whine.
Please, please, please don’t let this be starting right now.
‘No.’
‘Oh.’Oh?
‘You’ll crave me.’ It isn’t a question he breathes into my ear, which it just as well, as I couldn’t answer it anyway. Not verbally, at least.
Kai slides one hand down my body, beginning to tease the elastic at my hip. In the absence of words, of thought, I nod, which seems affirmation enough as he moves his hand between us, sliding under the elastic.
‘Oh god,’ I call out, my body surging upwards, pressing into the palm of his hand as his fingers seek entrance between my lips. Teasing, swiping his fingers back and forth, and spreading my wetness against the black lace.
‘You’re so sweet.’ His words are a strained groan. ‘I can smell how much you want this.’
Fuck a duck; that’s so dirty and yet so sexy to hear. Conflicted, I begin to twist under him, trying desperately to hide my blush, desperate for him.
