Page 33 of Sinful Touch

I swing my leg over, standing still in front of her, her eyes searching mine. “What now?”

I smile and grab her hand, leading her up the stairs and to the front door of my house, I unlock the door and grab onto the doorknob, taking in a deep breath as I turn it and push open the door, I walk inside, forcing Lil to follow me, I close the door behind us and begin making my way up the staircase.

I stop at the very last door on the left, I reach into my pocket and take out the key putting it into the lock.

“If you want to leave, just say so at any time,” I say softly.

“Jax,” She whispers my nickname, fuck, I love the way she says my nickname; it is like dope running into my veins.

The way she talks to me makes my stomach fill with butterflies, something that has never happened with anyone else.

“What is your word, Darlin?” I ask softly.

I need her to remember her safe word. I need her to remember that at any fucking time, she can say that word, and I will stop.

“Black,” she answers.

“Good girl,” I whisper as I unlock the door and push it open. She turns and looks into the room, and she slowly begins making her way inside. I follow closely behind her, closing the door behind me and setting the key down on the nightstand in the corner.

This entire room is filled with unspoken desires and all the toys needed to bring those desires to life.

In the middle of the room, there is a black king-size bed, the bed frame is metal, I look over the chains that are attached to the top and bottom frame of the bed, just waiting to be used.

All the walls are black and covered with different chains and whips.

There are four big dressers, each one leaning against the wall, each drawer containing more toys and more things to explore with her.

Lil stops at the end of the bed and takes in a deep breath, I walk up behind her and start to remove her jacket, she allows me as she continues to scan over the room.

“Remove your shoes, shirt, and leggings,” I demand in a low, dark voice.

I take a step back and watch her do as she is told without a word.

Her movements make my heart race as she removes her clothing and is now standing in front of me in only her bra and panties.

I walk into her and grab her by the throat, forcing her to look up at me, her eyes are wild filled with desire and love.

“You are the only one I want, Darlin. There is no one else, and there will never be anyone else. Do you understand me?” I confessed to her.

“Yes,” she responds, and there is no doubt in her voice.

“Yes, what, Darlin?” I ask, needing to hear the name.

“Yes, Sir,” She says calmly.

I lean in and kiss her forehead, “Get on your knees and place your hands on your legs. “

I release my hold on her and take a step back, giving her room to do what I just asked.

She nods and slowly lowers herself to her knees. She rests her hands on each one of her legs, making my cock pulse against my jeans.

“You are perfect,” I say through gritted teeth.

“Say it again.” She pleads with me, and I can see it in her eyes: She needs me, she needs validation.

I kneel in front of her, I grab her by the throat pulling her closer to me, my lips almost touching hers. “You are perfect. I love you, Darlin, do you hear me? I fucking love you.”

“I love you too.”

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