Page 44 of Crave Me

“That’s not fair.”

“Then don’t stop counting.”

I lift her then, placing her ass on the edge of the hot tub and spreading her legs so I can easily fit between them. Goosebumps erupt across her wet skin and her nipples stiffen to tight, firm peaks as the winter chill hits her. I’m not worried, I know this won’t take long, and her body will be molten on the inside.

“Count.”

“1, 2, 3 . . .”

I swipe my tongue up her slit, finding that swollen sweet spot and swirling around it, plunging two fingers inside her wet heat. I curl them up toward her stomach, keeping them in deep and rubbing that place inside her that will make her cry tears of pleasure. I lick her thoroughly, alternating between swirling and flicking, her hips bucking into my face.

“19, 20, 21 . . .”

She moans out every number, her voice starting to stutter, while her legs begin to shake on either side of me. She stops counting and I pull back, delivering a quick, hard slap right between her legs. Her yelp echoes into the quiet, still night. My fingers are instantly flooded with her arousal. Thank fuck, I was hoping she’d respond like that.

“Count.”

“29, 30 . . .”

I return to licking her, inhaling her sweet scent, and devouring her delicious taste. I add more pressure with my tongue, licking and suckling at her engorged clit.

“45, 46, 47, 48 . . .”

Done messing around, I push in deeper with two fingers and press down on her lower abdomen with my free hand, sucking her clit into my mouth at the same time. She shatters. She throws her head back as her orgasm hits, her body shaking. She stops counting, but I decide not to torture her. I lick her through it, the flat of my tongue soaking up all of her, letting her sweet release coat my mouth and chin. A hand combs through my hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling me off. I look up at her from between her legs and smile, knowing I have every reason to be smug right now.

“Enough, please. Too sensitive. That was insane. It literally causes me pain to admit how damn good you are at that.”

The laugh that comes out of me is unfiltered and raw. She looks at me, stunned for a moment, before joining in. She sinks back into the hot tub, rubbing her arms with her hands to warm up.

“Wh-whose turn is it?” she stutters before dipping her shoulders below the surface.

“That would be yours. Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” she surprises me by saying.

Finally. Caught off guard, I think for a moment, having waited for this, knowing I want to make it count but unsure what to ask now that I’ve been given the opportunity. But I also want to ensure she keeps playing this little game with me, not ready to spook her and have it end.

“Tell me something you dream of.”

Her answer comes quickly, as if it was already on the tip of her tongue. Something she thinks about often and desires.

“A family.”

My heart squeezes and I want to press for more, but I know that’s the wrong move. Instead, I pocket that piece of her, and I’ll hold on to it for a later date.

“Truth or dare, Dallas?”

“Truth.”

“I’m going to preface this, you said you like the power exchange, that you like to be in control. But are you a Dom? What are you into?”

Her eyes get heavier the more she speaks, the tops of her breasts rising and falling in the water as her breathing increases, as if just the idea of it is turning her on. I knew she’d be curious, but I didn’t expect to want to show her as much as I do. I’d love to demonstrate how it works, fuck, I’d love to take her to the club. I can picture the blush that would bloom across her fair skin.

“Yes. I’ll show you.”

“You want to know what I’m into, Blaire, what my kink is? There are different Dom-sub relationship dynamics. Some are purely sexual in nature, and some are in it twenty-four-seven. Some are monogamous, and some are poly. I’m too possessive to share, and I only want the sexual relationship. Although, I love the cat and mouse game and the bratty behavior during everyday moments, because it feels so good to break a woman down in the bedroom.” I pull the towel that’s wrapped around her body loose, letting it drop to the floor so she’s standing in my bedroom completely naked. Her eyes don’t leave mine, not an ounce of unease reflected in them.

“The relationship can be whatever the two, or more, want it to be. But communication is key. I love the power exchange. There was nothing hotter than seeing you give up control to me, trusting me to keep you safe and take care of you, both before, during, and after sex. That’s why I’ve insisted I clean you up. You gave up that control to me, and I hope it made you feel powerful, but I want to show you that after sex or a scene, I’m still present. I want to check in with you and know you’re okay.” I run my fingers up and down her chest between her breasts while I continue to talk.

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