I pour her hot chocolate into the mug, then add mini, pastel-colored marshmallows. When I hand it to her, she reaches up to take it with a grateful smile. Our fingers brush one another and my heart skips a beat. Our eyes meet, and I sink into the depth of those brown eyes that are just as rich as the chocolate in her mug. It’s unnerving. With her I feel seen. It’s as if Blair can see the scars on my soul and isn’t repulsed by how many there are. As if she understands them.
Blair’s tongue darts out and sweeps across her bottom lip. The urge to bend down and repeat the motion with my own tongue across her lips surges forward.
“Wes?” Blair whispers, my name spoken on lightly trembling lips.
“Yes?”
“Is it weird to say this—” She lifts her mug up. “—means a lot to me? I needed this tonight.”
I reach up and cup her cheek, needing the contact. The move surprises both of us, but what’s more surprising is that neither ofus pull away from the touch. The flash of vulnerability that flares to life in her eyes, then disappears, is real, raw, and an honor to be on the receiving end of. Blair’s starting to trust me. She’s shown me a part of herself that I’m sure she doesn’t show others often. If ever.
“No,” I tell her. “It’s not weird. Enjoy it, Blair. And let me take pleasure knowing that I was able to bring you some comfort.”
I make a decision and commit to it before I can overthink anything. Leaning forward, I kiss Blair’s forehead, then the tip of her nose. She surprises me when she lifts her head just a bit more and catches the brush of my lips against hers before I pull away. It’s a light kiss, but sends a near-painful electrical shockwave down my spine and through my nervous system. The hand cupping her cheek shifts downward until my fingers gently grab hold of the front of her neck, tightening possessively in a way that I can’t control.
The kiss is quick.
But the aftermath of it is devastatingly eternal.
Every single nerve in my body fine-tunes themselves to the woman I’m holding onto. It’s like gravity has shifted beneath my feet and the only thing now tethering me to this world is Blair. I can’t let her go. If I do, I might drift away and suffer a bleak, cold existence.
Now I understand Ledger’s depravity when it comes to his godchild. Blair must have the same effect on him—I only hope that whatever is churning inside of me doesn’t become twisted and perverse.
Or if it does, that I can somehow hide it better than Ledger does.
I pull away before either one of us can truly react, retracting my hand from her neck in the same motion. Straightening, I attempt nonchalance, giving her a warm smile. As if I’m not stillreeling, I ask, “Would you like me to draw you a warm bath? I have Epsom salt that will soothe the ache in your back.”
Blair stares at me, shaking her head slowly. Swallowing hard, she whispers, “No, I’m, ah… the hot chocolate is enough.”
“Alright. Drink it up while it's still hot.” I take a step back, giving her space.
Blair looks down at her drink but doesn’t move to drink it, her shoulders sagging slightly.
“Blair,” I start, my voice dropping an octave. When she lifts her head again, I give her a pointed look. “If you think I’m pushy when I want to help, you haven’t seen me when I want to see something through.”
She smiles then, a coy one that lights up her eyes and it reminds me of the look Santi gives me when he comes up with a new idea to try my patience. With Santi, I brace myself. With Blair, though? My cock grows hard.
“No, don’t look at me like that,” I warn. “Enjoy your drink while it’s still hot.”
“What if I want to see Pushy Wes?” she asks, a hint of an attitude in her voice. “How do I summon him? What if I told you no, I won’t drink it right now? That I want to wait until I go up to my room?”
Her gaze is playfully challenging. I can’t help but smile, my cock growing even harder in response. My smile doesn’t shift even as my hand comes back up to recreate the hold I had on her earlier. My hand turns into a necklace around Blair’s neck and the grip causes Blair’s pupils to blow wide as she attempts to gasp as I lean into her. The sound is weak as I tighten my grip further. My hand slides up until my thumb is beneath her chin and I apply just enough pressure to force her head to dip back.
With my other hand, I pluck the mug from her grasp and bring it to her lips.
“Bad girls get spanked,” I tell her conversationally. “You’re not a bad girl, are you?”
The look in Blair’s eyes says differently, and while I would love to indulge in the debauchery that’s being wordlessly promised, she needs to understand that she’s not in charge right now—I am. And right now, her mental and emotional well-being is more important than physical pleasure and punishment. She was looking for something to make her feel better, so she’s going to enjoy the treat I’ve made.
“Enjoy your drink, Blair,” I tell her, then tip the mug past her slightly parted lips.
The drink is hot, so I only pour a little into her mouth. I pull the mug away when she’s had just a taste. Then, before she can close her lips, I lean down and blow gently into her mouth to cool the hot chocolate down.
“Good girl,” I mutter, still holding her gaze.
Beneath my palm, I can feel the answering shudder rush through her body. Her lips beckon me once more, this time wet with hot chocolate.
Fuck it. I want this so I’m going to take it.
