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“Can I try something?” He strokes my cheek.

“Will it hurt?” I turn sheepish as soon as the words have left my mouth because I didn’t mean it in a bad way. I liked the pain he caused me last night, and I want to experience it again.

Kade takes his hand from my chest and grips my thigh. “Do you want it to?”

If it was bright in here, he’d see me turn into a tomato in front of his eyes. I purse my lips, my mind racing because I’m unsure of what to say.

Kade lands a gentle smack to the inside of my thigh, and I gasp in surprise. “Don’t think so hard about the answer, Lemon. Tell me: Do you want it to?”

I stare into his eyes and remember I don’t have to feel afraid with him. I can say what I want. “Yes. But I also want to feel good.”

He smirks. “Of course you do.” His tone is teasing, so I swat him in the chest. He grabs my hand and kisses my fingers. “I can make it hurt, Presley. But I can also make it feel better.”

His words strike me in a way I don’t expect. My stomach clenches, and I try to ignore the part of me that says I shouldn’t like this. I should be a normal, boring girl like my mother always wanted me to be. But then again, I’ve never had a normal life, and I never truly wanted to be a normal girl.

I’ve never done what’s expected of me or even tried to fit in with the crowd. Even if my career hasn’t worked out for me, I went against the grain and followed my dreams despite the cards being stacked against me. And yes, I let Derek screw up my life, leading me to where I am right now. But as I look into Kade’s teasing hazel gaze, I realize there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

“Then do it, Kade,” I murmur. “Make me feel everything.”

My words transform his features into a sweet gaze. His expression is soft and vulnerable, but his eyes are sparkling as if I’ve given him the perfect gift on Christmas morning.

“If anything is too much, Presley—if I touch you in a way you don’t like, tell me to stop. Just like with the spanking, you’re in charge here. Understand?”

“I understand.”

He smiles, running his thumb over my thoroughly kissed lips. “Good girl. Now, give me your wrists.”

Chapter 25

Kade

To Presley’s credit, myrequest doesn’t cause her to falter. She holds out her wrists to me like a good girl, and the action goes straight to my cock. I don’t know what I did to deserve this woman walking into my life, because I sure as hell haven’t been on the nice list recently. Or ever.

I shift back in my seat, the coarse fabric of my clothes irritating the skin that feels as if it’s been set ablaze. If I was a less-practiced Dominant, I would have had her lips wrapped around my cock by now. But Presley, she needs time to explore, to settle into her beautiful body. And over the past couple of years, I’ve learned to get pleasure in many other ways that don’t involve getting my dick wet.

Like with Presley. I want to see her open like a rose in spring under my touch, to start asking for what she wants and following my direction. I desire her to crave the rougher aspects of me while trusting me enough to let that part of me unleash itself on her. Experiencing her submission isn’t something that’s just pleasurable for me—it’s a gift from her, one I’m going to cherish for the rest of my life.

Her trusting eyes look at me expectantly, and I bring myself back to the moment. I grin slyly as I unbuckle my belt, the jingling sound of the metal buckle echoing throughout the cab. I keep a close eye on her to gauge her reaction, but she looks calm, despite her heady breaths that match my own. I pull theworn brown leather from the loops and then take her wrists in my hands, kissing each pulse point before I meet her gaze.

“I’m going to secure your wrists with my belt. Are you okay with that?”

She nods. “Yes.”

My cock twitches again at her breathy response, and I don’t waste time getting to work. I flip her hands so her palms are together then make quick work of binding her, looping the belt so it forms handcuffs around each wrist.

I learned long ago that the key to this is to make sure I leave enough space for her wrists to breathe, otherwise I risk damage, which is the last thing I want. Once I’ve tested it out and made sure everything is to my liking, I place her hands on her lap for a moment while I make more space for us. Using the lever on the side of my seat, I recline the bench seat back so I have more space to move, and Presley can rest easier. Then I get on my knees to reach into the back where I have an extra set of clothes. I grab a flannel and fold it before scooting back to the woman watching me.

Her eyes are half-closed, and her breathing has gotten faster. She looks on the verge of orgasm already, and we haven’t even started the real fun yet. The devil inside me grins at the picture she makes in the bindings while I place the flannel behind her on the door.

“Lie back.”

She follows the direction, then I take the tail of the belt and lift her arms up. She watches with rapt attention as I secure the belt on the “Oh, shit!” handle, which is exactly what I plan to make her scream out tonight. Once I’m done, I grab the blue handkerchief I keep in my back pocket and open it up.

“Are you comfortable?”

She moves against her bindings and shifts her delicious heart-shaped ass against the seat. A bit of it hovers over the edge, but she’s secure with her feet still on the ground. We’ll change that in a minute.

“Yes.” She nods again.

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