The way he describes it, I don’t think he’s someone who is just some asshole that needs to be in control.
I think he wants to be in control… of making me come more than I ever have in my life.
I have no idea what that means for me, but I don’t hate it.
In fact… I want to see what that means.
So when I said ‘okay,’ I knew what I was doing.
The smile that spread across Sal’s face, though?
It gives me chills.
He leans forward, shifting so that he’s kneeling between my legs. “Before we start,” he whispers, sliding his hands up my legs. “You need a word to tell me.”
“A safe word?”
I can’t believe that I’m saying that. It feels silly, and at the same time, I suddenly understand exactly why someone might need one.
If he’s not going to stop…
“Cats.”
Sal’s hands stop an inch from where I want them.
He grins up at me from where he’s kneeling between my legs. “Cats?”
“I’m not going to say it in this context,” I say with my eyebrow raised for emphasis.
He laughs. “Cats it is then.”
When his hands continue up my legs, I bite my lip in anticipation.
He’s so close. Earlier, when he pushed his thick fingers inside of me, I almost came.
This time, I have a feeling that I’m not going to last very long.
“You liked it earlier when I put my fingers inside your pretty pussy, didn’t you Gia?”
I nod.
“So honest. Such a good girl for me,” he purrs.
I’m not a dog and I don’t know why that’s working for me…
But it is.
“Do you want me to do it again?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
His eyes glint with fascination. “Okay. I’ll get you close, cara mia, but there are rules.”
I’m hyper-focused on how his hands feel on my legs. I barely notice that he’s waiting for my response.
Until he lightly bites the inside of my leg.
“Don’t look away, Gia,” he whispers.