Page 114 of Forget Me Not

Baby . . . I know it shouldn’t, but it causes my chest to clench painfully every time he says it. I shouldn’t read too much into it, but the way he says it, like it’s a prayer. . . it’s nearly impossible.

It’s also impossible to think.

So, of course, I say the first thing that comes to mind.

“Platonic.”

Reid chuckles, the delicious sound like velvet, slipping straight between my thighs.

“Platonic. If you want me to stop. It hurts. You feel overwhelmed. Fuck, if you’re bored and you want me to get off you, you say that word, okay?”

I nod, breathless, trying to wrap my mind around what’s happening. He pauses the movement of his finger inside me and I could almost cry.

“Say it, Nova.”

“Platonic.”

“Good girl.”

“Reid . . .” My moan ends on a yelp when his hand connects with the swell of my ass, striking me. I gasp, surging away from him, shocked, but he doesn’t give me time to think before dragging his thumb back through my aching folds and starts pumping his finger in and out of me.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” I peek over my shoulder; my fingers clutching the bedding for dear life, and see his eyes transfixed on the sight of his finger moving inside me. “Safe word, Nova.”

I moan, arching my back to allow him to slip deeper, completely forgetting that I’m the girl that’s always embarrassed to take what she wants during sex. Who am I? I’m no longer Nova because Nova would never be making the sounds I am or talking about safe words with someone she just met a couple weeks ago.

No, Nova’s not here right now. This is someone else entirely.

“Are you this wet for me?” Reid asks, breathing heavily as he circles his thumb around my clit.

“Mmmm . . .” I start, but then his hand connects with my bare skin and a painful sting radiates through me, drawing a sharp gasp from my throat. I choke on the air in my lungs when he repeats the motion, but he doesn’t stop.

Safe word. If I want to stop, I just have to use the safe word.

“Fuck, Nova,” he grits, rubbing a calloused palm over the reddening skin. “So fucking perfect, baby.”

His hand connects with my skin again, only this time, instead of just the pain searing into me, something else blossoms, filling me with liquid heat and threatening every ounce of moral dignity I have.

“Tell me how it feels, little bird.”

“Again,” I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper as I wait on bated breath for his next strike.

There’s a momentary pause, but then seconds later, he obliges. The next strike comes down on the other side, just as strong, but this time the pleasure is a lot quicker, especially with Reid’s finger still inside me.

Honestly, even though it stings, it doesn’t hurt. I’ve been hit before. I know what comes with a punishing blow. This is something entirely new, like Reid is reaching into the deepest pits of my body and pulling it to the surface.

Like he’s replacing all those hits I couldn’t stop before.

“Fuck, Nova. That’s it,” Reid rasps and I can feel the tremor move through his palm where it rests on the swell of my ass. “You take this so fucking well. Reach up and rub your clit for me.”

New Nova wastes no time, reaching up and circling my clit with my fingers while Reid pumps his own inside me. The sounds filling the room are absolutely vile, but they only turn me on more when Reid’s palm connects with my skin again.

“More . . .” I whimper when I’m dangling on the edge of insanity. I bury my head in the comforter, my body reeling from the torturous pleasure. “Please, Reid.”

“Who’s in charge?”

“You.”

“You’ll take what I give you then.”

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