Page 43 of Serpent & Saviors

He didn’t seem bothered at all because I was asking him directly. Maybe it was an open-type arrangement. I was grasping at anything to make myself feel better about my feelings for him.

“You want to use my little pixie’s safeword?”

I shrugged as feelings of jealousy hit. His little pixie? Was it possible to hate someone you didn’t even know?

Moaning as he pinched my nipples harder, I answered, “Seems reasonable.”

While safewords weren’t something I was trained with or had access to, especially in my relationship with Cameron, I wasn’t ignorant about them. There were plenty of conversations other couples had about safewords during all the trips to the sex clubs he dragged me to.

“Does she use it much? With you?”

“She absolutely uses it with me. Sometimes weekly, other times not at all,” he crooned in my ear, making me shudder in anticipation.

Stupidly, I wondered what her limits were. “Are you going to tell me what it is?”

“Why?”

“So we could, um…you know…play,” I squeaked as he unclipped the clasp on my bra, freeing my breasts.

“You want me to play with you, angel?”

A shiver raced through me at the tone of his voice. I wanted nothing more in my life than to play with this man. My lips parted, and a choked moan escaped, followed by a desperate plea.

“Yes, so much. I know it’s wrong, but…”

His hands cupped my breasts, and the feel of his fingertips was heavenly as he kneaded the flesh. He brushed his fingers over my hard nipples.

“Don’t stop,” I begged as he rolled them. “I need more of you.”

Slowly, he dragged the dress over my head and threw it to the side. His eyes locked onto my chest. Did he like what he saw? My areolas changed considerably after having Declan. They were larger than before and darker. Seconds ticked by, making me self-conscious.

I shyly crossed my arms over my exposed breasts. He peeled my arms away, shaking his head. Ever so slowly, he leaned in and kissed my left breast as his hand fondled the right one.

My head fell back as his tongue darted out and lapped at my nipple. Sucking it into his mouth, he growled deep in his throat. Vibrations tickled my skin, and his teeth pulled gently on the tip. Sharp pleasure pulsed straight down from my nipples to my pussy. I wiggled on his lap as he sucked harder, pulling another moan from me.

“You make the cutest noises,” he murmured before lavishing my breasts with more attention.

My pussy throbbed with anticipation at being touched. I groaned, thinking about his face between my legs and his mouth around my clit.

“What are you doing to me?” I asked, feeling bewildered by him. “You’ve invaded my brain in ways that don’t make sense. I want…want…” I swallowed the lump in my throat.

“What do you want? Tell me.”

The scent of him washed over me. I brushed his hair back from his face in a moment of intimacy.

“Everything. Dark, dangerous, twisted things. Some of them should horrify me. All of them start with me on my knees and end with me not being able to think coherent thoughts, let alone move. I want you in ways I shouldn’t.”

Desire coursed through me in waves as I confessed my needs. His fingers caressed my back and left me trembling.

“Fuck, angel, you should never have told me that, because there’s nothing I’d like more than to have complete control over you. Never drop to your knees in front of me unless you’re willingly giving yourself to me in all ways. I’ll do every dark, twisted thing that your mind might create, and then some.”

I shivered. His words made me lightheaded. I couldn’t think rationally. His eyes completely stripped and devoured me in one swift motion. Taking a risk, I pushed back and got off his lap. My knees folded, and I dropped into a perfect kneel at his feet.

He lifted my bowed head; a smirk filled his handsome face. My heart raced in anticipation. With shaking hands, I touched the zipper of his jeans and slowly unzipped them. He grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them firmly, confusing me.

“It’s krasnyy. Kinsley’s safeword. The English version is acceptable as well. Either one is. If it leaves your mouth, we stop immediately. Understood?”

My mouth formed the word first in Russian, then in English. Red. It rolled off my tongue. “I understand.”