Page 100 of Take My Hand

Slap.

My clit is on fire, begging and pleading for him to stop and also desperate for more. Unintelligible words fall out of my mouth as I lose myself in Hayden and his swats that are both brutally painful and deliciously pleasurable.

“I've told you that I only ever want control of your body in the bedroom. That the only time you have to ask me permission for something is when you want to come. You want to go get another tattoo?”

He punctuates his question with another slap and tears spill down my cheeks, blurring the image of him in front me.

“You want to pierce something else?”

Slap.

“It’s your choice. The only time I’m going to care is if you ever try to share a part of yourself with someone else that isn’t theirs to take. Because this”—he lays his palm over my core and rubs his thumb over my clit— “is only for me.”

I lift my hips, trying to get more, chasing the orgasm that is hanging just out of reach but is getting closer with each circle of his finger.

Hayden’s eyes burn into my own, reaching up to swipe away a tear from my cheek with such delicacy compared to the way that same hand has been brutalizing me in the best way.

“Isn’t that right?”

“Yes.” My words rush out. “Only for you.”

The corner of his mouth lifts in a smile.

“Do you want to come?”

“Please, Hayden. So bad, I-I-I need it. Please.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” With that, he pulls his hand back and brings it down in a final, stinging slap against my clit that hurdles me into an orgasm stronger than anything I’ve ever felt before. My body writhes and I involuntarily pull at the restraints, the powerlessness of the movement only heightening the sensations wracking through my veins.

I cry out as I ride the waves of pain and pleasure.

Hayden rubs his hands in soothing strokes over my heated skin as I come back into my body, whispering praises in the air between us.

His touch leaves me and when I open my eyes, he’s standing in front of the bed, popping open a bottle of lube.

“Do you still want this?”

“Yes,” I say. Even though I’m nervous, I know it’s something I want the two of us to do together. To push my limits and know that I’m safe with him to do so.

He comes around to the side of the bed and lies next to me, careful not to put any weight on my sensitive chest.

“I love you,” he whispers against my lips before he kisses me, stealing every anxious thought out of my head and relaxing me instantly. I’ll never tire of hearing him tell me those three words. He says them so freely now, but each time they’re spoken with such intention and certainty.

I could listen to him say it for the rest of my life.

As he distracts me with kisses, one of his hands dips down between my legs, lazily dragging through my core and the wetness there before reaching further to the place no one else has touched before.

He presses on it gently, applying the smallest amount of pressure and leaving it there while he drags his teeth over my neck and collarbones. After I get used to the feeling, he presses harder, and I gasp as the tip of his finger enters me, slick from the lube.

Hayden pushes it in and out slowly, allowing me to adjust to the foreign feeling and watching my face for any sign of discomfort.

“You good?” he groans, checking in, and it sends flames of desire through me at the knowledge of how much this is turning him on.

“I love you too, but stop asking if I’m good or if I’m okay. I told you this is what I want and I want you to take it. I’ll tell you if I need to stop.”

He raises his eyebrows at my tone, surprise quickly transforming into satisfaction as his eyes darken at the implication of my words.

He may demand to be in control, but I know that it’s me that holds all the power here. But I don’t want it.

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