Page 104 of Ivory's Ruin Romance

His lips closed around her digit. The silken heat of his tongue sucked off the syrup, and her eyes widened at the same time her thighs clamped shut. He smirked, removing her finger with a pop. “Though I’m sure you’ll learn before the day’s over.”

The pulse from her denied orgasm rushed to the surface. Adrian continued without pause. “That being said, are there any specific activities or positions you know you don’t want?”

She chewed her lip as he dragged her finger around his own plate to coat it again. Conjuring the number of things he could do with their bodies alone flooded her brain with endorphins. She was more than willing to throw herself into his creative whims, but she also knew he’d been going easy, and that left her both frightened and terribly aroused.

“All parts of our bodies?” she squeaked.

“Yes.” He brought her finger to her lips and offered the sweet, sticky mess with hooded eyes. She licked it off. “For both pain and pleasure.”

He released her hand, and she sucked in a deep breath. “Right, okay.” Confronted with the vast realm of her inexperience and barely able to approach the precipice of his bold implications, the only option left was to be honest.

“I can’t really say what my pain tolerance is yet, and the pleasure part sounds pretty great…” A blush heated her face. “I’ve never done anal. But, I could…” Her eyes flicked up to his and back down again. “...we could start preparing.” She reached for her juice and took a nonchalant sip. Glancing over the rim of the cup, she saw his lips twitch up.

“I’m more than willing to help with that.”

Help didn’t quite match the expression on his face. She distracted herself by stuffing the last of her pancakes in her mouth. Pain and general discomfort were things she usually avoided, but Adrian had a way of turning them into tools for her pleasure. The thought of toys and ropes and butt stuff made her nervous and excited at the same time.

“Are you done eating?” he asked.

“Yep.” She jumped up to take their dishes to the sink. “You too?”

“Let me take care of these.” He took the plates from her hands with a measured calm that betrayed the frisson in the air. Then his voice turned crisp and clear, unmistakable in its command. “In five minutes, I want you laid out on this table, face-up and pussy spread open.”

The direct order sent a jolt directly to her clit, unsatisfied and eager to be revisited. As tingles raced over her skin, she watched her black knight walk into the kitchen, confident in his stride and abundantly sexy.

The sweep of his hair fell down to his shoulder blades, back bare down to his thighs, where the muscles along his legs and ass were on full display. Even though he wore none of the armor that inspired his nickname, he still had the aura of a knight. Bold and honorable, and most of all, equipped with a very powerful sword.

She could stare at him all day.

Five minutes.

She spun to retreat into the bathroom. He didn’t need to give a warning for her to know he was watching the clock, and if today would be a test, then she wanted to get the highest score.

FIFTY-ONE

After freshening up, she discarded her shirt and scrambled onto the now-clear table. The wood felt cold against her bare skin, hard and solid as she lay down. She took a final glance at Adrian; his back turned as he meticulously dried their dishes with a towel.

How many minutes did she have left? Would he make her wait if she got ready early?

Her heart pounded as she bent her knees and spread her legs, barely making them shoulder-width apart, when the nature of the position sent a shiver down her spine. With her head straight, her line of sight became restricted to the ceiling. The plain white left her thoughts to wonder while every cell in her body called out for its master. For his touch. For his praise. His commands.

She closed her eyes and moved her feet apart another few inches. Goosebumps rose along her skin, yet she felt hot—needy—exactly as Adrian said she was this morning. Exactly as he willed her to be.

Breathe.

Her thoughts mirrored the tone he’d use. Each inhale seeking his scent. Open and exposed, her pussy clenched around nothing but want.

“Very good, Iv.”

She sighed at the sound of his voice, which cut through her restlessness and resonated to the bone. His hand caressed her ankle, lips following.

“Beautiful.”

He skimmed up to the inside of her knee, and she basked in his praise.

“For coming on my fingers at the club, you earned another inch.” The warm trail of his breath moved over her thigh and hovered past the joint of her leg. She hummed in gratitude.

“You have no idea how proud you made me,” he murmured. “How hard I get just thinking about it. How wet you were from being fucked outside in the alley. I’m tempted to go back and make you do it again. Strap a vibrator to your cunt and see how long you last without making a sound.”

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