Page 82 of Kneeling to Candy

“Sounds reasonable.”

We spend the next hour discussing our likes and dislikes in the bedroom. Butch is more trusting and adventurous, with interests in bondage, wax, impact, and a bit of degradation. My interests are milder—soft bondage, sensation play, sensory deprivation, and absolutely no impact beyond spanking.

“I can work with that,” Butch says, his kissable lips tipping up in a smile.

The things his little smiles do to my insides.

“You’re okay with me being a soft-domme?”

“Absolutely,” Butch says, with reassurance in his rough tone. “But I’m only half of the equation. Are you okay taking on the role of a soft-domme?”

“After discussing it, yeah, I am. Just promise to speak up when you’re uncomfortable with anything I’m doing. I would hate to hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable at any point.”

“There is a certain level of added excitement not knowing what your partner is going to do to you before it happens. But if you question if I’d be okay with it, it’s best to ask before proceeding.”

“And if it’s something you don’t like while we’re in the act?”

“Then I’ll use a safeword.”

“Which will be what?” I wrinkle my nose. “Don’t be cheesy and use streetlight colors.”

Butch barks a rough laugh. “Fine. No over-used safewords. We’ll be more transparent. ‘Stop’ is pretty cut-and-dried.”

“I agree. I’d like to remove gagging from the table. Besides, you talk so little as is. I like the sound of your voice.”

Butch’s eyebrows rise to his hairline. “You like my voice?”

The doubt in his tone hurts my heart a bit. “Yes, I do. It’s yours.”

He says nothing, perhaps shocked by my confession. “You don’t care that it’s…coarse?”

“That’s my favorite part,” I admit. “It’s jagged and unruly—sort of like us.”

A delectable blush blooms across Butch’s sculpted cheekbones. He drops his eyes from my face. A shy smile turns his lips upward. “I’m glad you like it.”

Needing his eyes on me as I reveal another truth to him, I use my fingers to tilt his chin until his hazel eyes land on mine again.

“Not ‘like,’ Butch. Love. I love your voice. Love how I get to hear it more than most. It drives me wild how it gets rougher with each word that passes these lips,” I confess, running my thumb along his bottom lip that’s slightly fuller than his upper.

Butch sucks in a stuttered breath, his eyes widening slightly. “Goddess…”

I press a finger to his tempting mouth. “Besides, a gag would only hinder me from hearing all the delectable noises I plan to conjure from you.”

He groans, a deep throaty sound, as he closes his eyes.

I release a tiny chuckle. “Yeah. Like that.”

“Fair enough. No gags,” he agrees in a husky voice. He opens his eyes, a gleam of mischief flashing. “About my punishment?”

I throw my head back, laughing. “You’re such a horny boy.”

He flashes me a blinding smile of pearly white teeth. “But I’m your boy.”

Smiling, I run my fingers through his hair, earning me another throaty, contented sigh. “Yes, you’re mine.”

My biker alternates between holding me in a smoldering gaze and staring at my mouth, licking his bottom lip.

Before I can lean in to grant him a kiss, something shifts in Butch’s expression. It’s almost like he’s suddenly remembering something. His brows pinch together in contemplation. My man tends to overthink at all the wrong times.

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