Page 160 of Hard Knot

Her expression softens for a moment, her thumb brushing lightly against my cheek before she leans in again, her voice low and teasing.

“What kinds of things, Felix?”

I exhale slowly, trying to find the words.

“Both sides,” I admit. “Dominant and submissive. I’ve always had both in me, and the possibilities...” My voice trails off as I let my thoughts wander, the weight of her on my lap grounding me as my mind races.

Her lips quirk into a knowing smile.

“So you like options,” she murmurs, tilting her head slightly as if studying me.

I nod, my hands tracing idle patterns on her hips.

“I notice you have a dominant side yourself,” I add, my voice quieter now. “It makes me wonder...would you be willing to try different things?”

Her smirk widens, her confidence radiating as she leans in to kiss me again. This time, it’s slower, deeper, as though she’s savoring the moment. Her tongue teases mine, and I’m lost in her until we’re both forced to pull away, gasping for breath.

“What kinks are you into?” I ask, the question slipping out before I can overthink it.

Elizabeth’s eyes glint with mischief, and she tilts her head as if considering.

“It depends,” she replies smoothly, her voice a soft purr.

“What areyouinto?”

I hesitate, but she doesn’t give me time to answer.

Her fingers trail up my chest, her nails lightly scraping against my skin before she pinches one of my pierced nipples. I shiver under her touch, unable to stop the low groan that escapes me.

“Oh no,” she teases, leaning closer, her eyes never leaving mine. “My Felix isn’t the type to lead.” She nips at my bottom lip, tugging gently before continuing. “Not because you can’t, but because you like to observe and calculate with that smart brain of yours.”

My breath catches as she trails her hands lower, her touch deliberate and slow.

“You probably like to be a bottom,” she whispers, her tone filled with playful confidence.

Her fingers dance over the ridges of my abs before drifting back up to my chest, where she flicks one of my piercings again. I can’t help the way my body reacts, my cock hardening between us as I groan softly.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” she challenges, her lips brushing against my ear.

I can’t.

Instead, I shiver again as her lips trail along my neck, leaving soft, deliberate kisses. Her voice drops even lower as she leans in to whisper.

“I like handcuffs, blindfolds...bondage.”

My breath hitches, my hands tightening on her hips as my mind spins with the images her words conjure.

“But,” she continues, her tone impossibly sultry, “what if I had a certain trunk filled with toys? Dildos, plugs—” Her lips curve into a wicked smile against my ear. “I’m sure I have the perfect one that could go right in your ass. Would you like that?”

A groan rumbles deep in my chest, and I can’t stop the way my hips buck slightly beneath her. The idea —the sheer audacity of it— sends another surge of heat through me, and I can feel myself throbbing against her.

She notices immediately, her hand slipping between us to grip my length. Her touch is firm but teasing as she strokes me slowly, her thumb brushing over the sensitive tip.

“You like the idea,” she says, her voice both a statement and a taunt.

“Fuck,” I mutter, my voice rough and unsteady. “Maybe I do.”

She tilts her head, her eyes searching mine as if waiting for confirmation.

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