Page 124 of When Hearts Awaken

“Light breath play? Degradation?”

I swallow. “Yes to all of it.”

Charles nods and takes off his suit jacket. His hands slowly unknot his tie before he drops it on the floor. Then he shucks his shirt, baring all his rippling muscles. A new sultry heat fires up my insides as I see the thick veins rippling on his forearms.

His eyes are intent on mine as he says, “Red is stop. Yellow is slow down. Green is continue. Repeat after me. I need to trust you will remember them.”

I focus on his words and repeat them. He stares at me for a few seconds—a sharp assessment.

“Good. If you can’t speak, pinch anywhere on my body and I will stop right away. Is that clear?”

“Y-Yes.”

His eyes are dark like the night skies outside. “Yes, what?”

A shiver tremors through me. “Yes, Sir.”

Charles’s eyes flash, a dangerous gleam reflecting at me. “I’m going to ask you again. Are you sure you want to do this right now?”

I back up slowly, an automatic reaction, until my back hits the bar on the wall. My pussy pulses as he stalks toward me, every inch the alpha male I glimpsed at the club. My skin heats, my breasts grow tender. I want to rub my thighs together to relieve the ache building inside me.

Quick exhales escape my lips. I need him, all of him, including his sadistic side right now. “Yes, I need this.”

His lips twitch, his eyes darkening.

“Good. Now kneel.”

Chapter 51

She slowly drops toher knees in front of me.

Blood rushes to my cock as I stare at the woman I love, bathed in the ethereal moonlight streaming in from the windows. She looks so beautiful in her purple leotard and skirt, her luscious raven hair flowing over her shoulders. Tears pool in her eyes and streak across her face, but she’s still the utterly breathtaking vixen I met at ABTC, the minx who socked me across the face.

When Grace called me in a panic, telling me a disturbing photo of Taylor, naked and in distress, appeared on her phone, and she ran off in the middle of the baby shower, I about lost my mind. Luckily, Lana quickly tailed Taylor and saw her entering ABTC.

Maxwell rushed over to the ladies’ lounge while I beelined here. On the way over, I called Elias, insisting on an update of his investigation because if Ian was behind all of this, I wouldn’t rule out strangling him. Elias had someone hack into Taylor’s phone to get the text and quickly do a trace to a burner phone located outside of the US, and so it doesn’t appear my uncle was behind this.

After I arrived at ABTC, I rushed in, opened doors, and checked rooms until I bumped into Lisa, who told me Tay liked to dance in the rooftop studio alone. When I yanked the glass door open and saw her dancing under the moonlight, my heart shattered.

Pain, anguish, terror, and heartbreak flitted across her face like a slideshow. She was out of control, a broken wind up doll who couldn’t stop.

Spiraling into madness.

And now, she’s on her knees in front of me, looking at me like I’m her last resort.

Holding her gaze, I quickly discard my pants before striding toward her. Her haunted eyes widen and that enticing pulse flutters wildly in her neck.

Am I making the right choice?

It goes against what a proper Dom should do—to do this when a sub is so distraught. She isn’t level-headed right now. But then I think about how I found her—mad with grief and hurting herself—I know this is the right choice.

I need her mind to shut down, to succumb to forces greater than her, to let me control every aspect of her so she can rest and just feel.

Stopping a few inches in front of her, I rasp, “Take out my cock.”

Tay shudders and licks her lips. The sight of that pretty pink tongue hardens my cock even more. I can’t wait to feel her around me. Her hands tremble as she pulls down my boxer briefs. I kick them out of the way. My dick is throbbing, dripping at the tip as she holds it in her hands before slowly pumping it.

Biting back a groan, I utter, “Suck it, minx. Put it down your throat. If I see any visible inches, you’ll get a spanking later.”

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