Page 99 of Cross To Bear

She was supposed to be teasing me, humiliating me with that revelation, but her voice came out all low and sultry instead. Then her hand wrapped around my dick, turning me from semi hard to fucking rigid.

“Maddie, you keep doing that and I’m gonna throw you down on the bed and see how far I can get your healed legs to spread before I eat you out, then fuck you until you scream.”

“Sounds fun,” she replied. “But why do I think you might like the exact same treatment?”

So I liked bossing girls around plenty. Taking control of their pleasure, making them see stars? There was nothing better. And with Maddie it was next level because I… because I fucking loved her. But her and me, we were still in the getting to know each other stage. Whatever happened tonight, I was pretty sure it wasn’t going to end like it did with Hawk and that was OK. I liked the slow dance of getting to know her, sitting on the couch and hearing her talk about her favourite movies, talking about the places we’d like to go one day, just… listening. Because when I did that, I avoided dealing with this.

At some point, I was going to have to be upfront about the fact I quite liked girls turning the tables on me. Making me submit to their devious little fantasies, my pleasure held off and held off until I was fighting the need to burst. Because once we were mated, she’d see. Inside me, all of my thoughts and feelings, insecurities and passion, wants and, most importantly, needs.

“Maybe.” I kept my tone noncommittal, kissing her briefly before forcing myself out of her grip. My dick was just about ready to stage a revolt, detach itself from my body and go hopping after her to beg for more, but he wasn’t in control, I was. “So how about this?” I held up a pair of athletic shorts and a loose tank top. “I can get out of this real fucking quick if you need me to.”

“Perfect,” she said, watching me all too closely as I pulled on the clothes. That meant tucking my dick up in the waistband of my shorts and changing the tank top for a looser one, but once I had a pair of runners on, I was good to go.

“Ready?” I asked, offering her my arm.

“Are you?”

Her challenging look, the way her eyes danced with mischief, I liked that a whole lot, even as part of me was screaming to interrogate her mercilessly until she revealed all.

“I’m always ready for you.”

I pulled her close and held her, burying my nose in her hair and thanking whatever divine being put her in my way, because it felt like I couldn’t take a full breath without her. A kiss to her crown, then I was forced to pull away and follow her lead. My fingers drummed on my thighs as we got into her car and I watched her turn the key in the ignition with avid interest.

“Did you want me to drive?” I asked.

“No, I want you to sit very still for me, like a good boy.”

Fuuuck… I went stock still in my seat at that, staring wide eyed at the windscreen as she chuckled then drove out onto the road.

Were we going to a local BDSM dungeon? I thought. Or maybe a couple’s massage? Knowing Maddie, she’d want to massage me, but that wouldn’t fly. I’d have her on that table, face down and groaning as I worked my magic fingers until she was putty in my hands. Maybe she booked us in for axe throwing or archery. We’d been watching Game of Thrones lately, because when I’d found out she hadn’t seen it the first time, I worked to rectify this terrible oversight. Ideas kept popping up in my head, right up until we pulled up here.

“A photography studio?”

I stared through the windscreen at the big, converted warehouse.

“Yup.” It was then she grabbed a bag off the back seat that had obviously been stashed there. Maddie got out of the car and slung it over her shoulder.

“So, what, you want to preserve all of this for posterity?” I rubbed my hands suggestively over my chest.

“Yup.”

“You’re not giving me a whole lot to work with here, love,” I said, following hot on her heels as she walked up to the doorway and punched in a code to get us in the door.

“Like you did me when we went to the cinema?”

She paused midway through the door, looking up at me, her gaze full of challenge.

“You said you wanted a new experience,” I explained. “I figured that would be new for you.”

“It was.” She nodded and then pulled out a DSLR from the bag, complete with a very impressive lens. “And maybe this will be for you. So, are you in or are you out?”

Did she know what she did to me, getting all bossy like this? I wasn’t sure, but I couldn’t stop myself from grinning.

“I’m always in with you, baby. All the way in.”

“Well, all right.”

She grabbed my shirt and hauled me inside, shutting the door behind us before leading me down the hall. Black and white photos adorned the walls, but not the arty kind that you’d see on a gallery wall. These were gritty, grainy and frankly dead sexy. Images of men and women in various stages of undress, I fought the urge to look more closely as we walked faster.

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