Page 70 of Hexed & Hazy

He nods slowly. “You want to use me, don’t you?”

My heart stops for a second, I swear, and only the hunger in his eyes can bring me back to life. He pins his wrists over his head and smirks. Never did I think I would have Seth Bautista beneath me, asking to be bound.

“Yes. That is, if you don’t mind.”

He chuckles. “Don’t get shy on me now. Take what you want.”

I swallow and nod thickly. “Safe word?”

“Traffic lights.”

“Works for me.”

I do my best to stand strong in my confidence as I wrap the belt around his wrists, looping it with expertise. This isn’t my first time experimenting, being on either end of dominance and submission, but it’s different with Seth looking up at me from the most pleading, perfect brown eyes and thrusting beneath me—never enough to slip in, just enough to tease.

“Be a good boy for me,” I whisper into his ear, dragging my nails down his neck, “and I may let you come again.”

He shivers. “Just use me. I want you to come on my dick. Please, Ro.”

It’s too easy to sink onto him, moving a hand between my thighs to line him up before I take him, inch by inch. His eyes widen and flicker, his lower lip trembling as I take him deeper still. Seth never looks away. Somehow, that eye contact is the confirmation I need that this is different for him.

This is more than sex.

His fingers flex, but he keeps his hands in place, and having him just where I want him… finally…

I let out a soft moan, rolling my hips forward. “Don’t you move.”

“Yes. Anything.”

“Don’t come without permission.”

“Yes.”

He remains perfectly still as I roll my hips into him again and again, rolling my fingers over my clit. Each move elicits a cry from my lips, and my mind goes blank as pleasure threatens to take me again.

“That’s it, beautiful. You look so perfect on top of me. Should have had you like this all alone.”

I nod, my eyes closing as I bounce, thighs jiggling and breasts bouncing.

“Keep going. Just like that. Rub your clit harder.”

“Yes. Yes.”

He’s in no place to be giving me demands, but I let him, too lost in pleasure to remind him of the position he’s in. I press harder, just as he demanded, and I’m trembling within moments.

“Close,” I whimper. “So close.”

“Choke me.”

The words nearly bring me to a standstill, my eyes widening a fraction—but my body seems to move without thought, my free hand wrapping carelessly, without pressure, around his neck as I unravel, collapsing on top of him.

He thrusts into me, his hands still above his head as he grunts.

“You,” I say harshly, “you’d better not come. I’m not done yet.”

Though my weak body and heavy bones would disagree with the statement.

He chuckles, so unlike the sweet laughter I’m used to coming from him. “Don’t worry, beautiful. I’m not done with you. Let me loose.”