Page 33 of Mob Knight

His one hand encircles both of my wrists, and I long to know what it would feel like on my tits. I feel his cock against my pussy, and I long to climb him like a fire pole and slide down on it. I pull away from the car, wanting to be closer, but he doesn’t allow it on my terms. He gives me what I need, but he does it by widening his stance to have one foot on each side of mine. He tilts his hips and rubs his dick against me.

The kiss keeps going, and his tongue sweeps around my mouth. I let him explore before I suck on it lightly. I make sure it doesn’t feel like I’m going to swallow it. Just enough to hint at what my mouth could do on his cock. The hand on my waist jumps to my ass and squeezes so hard I whimper. Most men would stop at that sound. Cormac understands. He digs his fingers in harder. It’ll leave marks, and I want that. I want to see them in the morning and know Cormac left them. It’s possessive, and I know it. But it’s the only thing I’ll have after tonight.

We pull away, breathless. Our gazes lock for a moment before he kisses along my neck to behind my ear.

“That was delicious. I can’t wait to taste the rest of you. I plan to lick your cunt and suck your clit until you beg to come. I haven’t decided yet if I’ll let you.”

“Please.” I’m begging already.

“Maybe. If you’re a good girl.”

He adds the second sentence as he pulls away. His gaze drops to where my nipples stick out.

“Mmm. These might distract me. How sensitive are they?”

“Just enough, sir.”

His gaze grows even more intense, and I’d drop my panties right now if I could. He shifts away, so I can get in. He closes the door gently before moving around to his side. Once he pulls out of his spot, he explains how things will work.

“When we arrive, there’s a back door we’re going to use. I’ll make sure one of the Dungeon Masters has masks for us. I have recognizable tattoos, Joey. If you want people to watch, then you need to understand I will never be naked, even if you are.”

Fuck. That’s hot.

“I’ll only take my shirt off in a private room. My mask will always be a full hood. My hair is too recognizable too. If you want me to scene with it on, even in private, I will. Otherwise, I’ll take that off too when we’re alone. What’s your middle name?”

“Esmerelda.”

“Does Esme work?”

“Yes. Will the mask cover my entire face or just my eyes?”

“Whatever you prefer.”

“Can we start in a private room and see how things go?”

“Of course. You lead, Joey. We’ll do what scenes you want, but once we start, I expect your obedience. If you can’t or don’t want to do something, say ‘bodega.’ I’ll never guilt you or argue with you about your limits.”

He makes it sound like this really could happen more than once. Like we really might be together after tonight. I want to cross my fingers, toes, eyes, whatever.

“Do I call you sir or master?”

“Either, but I prefer sir.”

I test the water since his tone tells me he doesn’t like master. I’m fine with that. I don’t love it either, but I’ve said it plenty of times.

“How do you say sir in Irish?”

He glances at me as we turn right. Something flashes in his eyes that makes me think he likes my question.

“It’s not one word. It’sa dhuine uasail.”

“Oh.” Well, shit.

It’s definitely not something I’ll master in one try. His hand rests on my thigh for a moment before he shifts gears. Maybe he wouldn’t mind master in Irish.

“What’s master?”

He scowls, and this time he doesn’t look at me.

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