Page 45 of Crave Me

“What’s even better than you giving up control though, is that you enjoyed it. It has to be mutually beneficial or it doesn’t work. I don’t want you on your knees for me, bending to my will, unless it’s what you want. In my opinion, like I’ve said before, you hold all the power.”

She nods, and her face says she understands, but I want confirmation.

“Does that make sense?”

“Yes. So far.”

“There are various things that people in the BDSM community can explore, but since I’ve already asked if you have limits, and I’m not into impact play, blood play, or anything dark—and for the sake of only having right now together—we don’t really need to go over those. Any questions?”

“I want you to show me, now. Please.”

I love how eager she is. How genuinely she seems to want this. So much has changed in the last forty-eight hours, and while we’re stuck together in our snowed-in bubble, I can’t wait to explore it all. I lean down and kiss her lips, running my tongue along the seam of them before pulling away.

“Red means stop, yellow means slow down. No questions asked, baby.”

“Okay.”

“Good. Show me how well you listen, my little menace.”

She moans as I rub my hand down the center of her chest before dipping my hand between her legs, grabbing her pussy roughly, and jerking her closer to me.

“I’m going to get a drink and you’re going to sit here like a good girl and wait for directions. Can you do that for me?”

She nods.

“Good. Remember, good girls get rewarded and brats get punished.”

The noise she releases is strangled and I smirk at her.

“Kneel. On your knees. Spread them slightly, palms up.”

She obeys, and fuck if she isn’t so pretty. I can’t help but drag my hand over her head lovingly. I walk to my bar and dump a few ice cubes into my glass before pouring two fingers of whiskey. Returning to the bedroom, I take a seat in the center of the chaise lounge and look at her, taking a small sip of the alcohol. That damn lip is tucked between her teeth, her hips moving slightly back and forth.

“So needy. Crawl to me. Slowly.”

She hesitates for a moment, and I arch a brow at her. I’m more than happy to break down my little brat, but I want her to want to obey me. I want her to give up her pleasure to me wholly, trust me enough to take care of her and give her exactly what she needs, without her having to think about anything. That’s the real power play that gets me off. I watch as she swallows her pride and leans forward slowly onto all fours, those large breasts hanging low and swaying slightly as she prowls toward me. My cock hardens where it rests heavy against my abdomen.

“Fuck. Look at you, baby girl. So hot. So sexy. All fuckingmine.”

Her eyes shoot up to meet mine, but she doesn’t stop. She sits on the floor between my legs and waits.

“Good girl.”

I run my fingers through her hair before pulling it back to arch her neck.

“Open your mouth for me.”

I take a long pull of my cold whiskey and lean forward, hovering above her face, my eyes connecting with her deep blue ones. I slowly release the liquid, letting it steadily drip into her mouth. Leaning forward so we’re nose to nose, I whisper, “Swallow.”

She obeys, swallowing the liquid without a cough, and holds back her wince from the burn I know she’s feeling.

“Mmm. You like it better straight from my mouth?”

“Yes.”

Lifting my glass, I repeat the process, except this time I kiss down her neck, stopping at the top of her chest and releasing the liquid. I sit back and watch as it cascades between her breasts when an idea hits me. Something I’ve wanted to do since the first day I met her.

“Get on the bed, on your back.”

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