Page 87 of Something So Strong

“What are?...” Jesse’s teeth sink into my earlobe, and I swear I can feel his smile against my skin as he nibbles his way higher to the cartilage.

“Hands together behind your back. You don’t get to touch anymore.”

In a pathetic attempt to show my disapproval, I try to groan, but I whine instead.

“Shit like that is what really raises questions, Kai… How can you be so determined to be on top, but get you on my bed and you turn dumber than a bitch in heat?”

I quickly shut my mouth for fear of giving in to him further, even though it’s exactly what my body wants to do. Cause he’s right. I tried to talk. I tried to stay strong. But as soon as he decided play time was starting, I was ready and willing to lose my mind for him.

To surrender.

To be the one used for a change, because I finally feel safe enough.

“You’ve got ten seconds to say something or you lose the right to use something else.”

Holy hell, this is heaven.

And I can tell he’s enjoying it just as much as I am by the deepness of his breaths.

“I…”

“Seven… Six… Five…”

“Do you…”

“Four… Three… Two…”

“Why do you have a weird streak in your hair?” I blurt out, my mind entirely devoid of anything else to ask.

With a scoff, Jesse lets go of my hair to run his fingers through his own. Straightening my head, I look down at him, hungry and hopeful that I’ve done enough to not be punished further.

“It’s natural, but I used to tell girls I’d been struck by lightning.”

“But—”

Jesse’s hand is back around my throat. “You don’t get to talk anymore.”

My eyelids flutter and my slut ass moves on its own.

He tuts his tongue in disapproval. “Don’t think you can distract me.”

But I’m the one distracted.

Jesse feels so big and thick beneath me.

I just want to make him happy.

But I need him to tell me more…

“God, look at how needy you are. You’re dying to ask me something else, aren’t you?”

I nod my head as well as I can.

“Trade your position for it?”

My position?

Being on top?

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