Page 36 of Hacker Salvation

I leaned down and kissed her breast. Her breath hitched each time my lips touched her skin. “Have you come up with a safe word like we talked about?”

Her body stilled under me. “Can we do the stop lights like you talked about? Red, green, and yellow?” Her question came out rushed.

I rolled to the side so I could see her pretty green eyes. While I talked, I continued to run my hands over her breasts. “If you’re nervous, we don’t need to do anything.”

“I want to. I want to be in this part of your life. I’m scared.”

I brushed the blond lock off her forehead. “If anything scares you or you want to stop and ask more questions, say ‘yellow,’ okay?” Annabella nodded. “I need to hear you say yes.”

“Yes. I will say yellow. I have another question.” Her eyes darted around the room nervously.

I liked her. There was no question she could ask that would change how I felt. Whenever she walked into a room, my dick got hard, and everything around us went away. “Ask any question you want.”

“The other day when I accidentally walked in on Aaron and Daisy, she called him master. Am I supposed to be calling you master?”

In the club, I always required the subs to call me sir. Daisy had called me master for a while, but it had never felt right to me. The other night when I made love to Annabella, I’d loved the sound of her saying my name as she went over the edge.

“No. You can say my name.”

Her pretty little lips turned down, and she looked away.

“Talk to me, Annabella. I can’t read your mind.”

“But Daisy said you would want me to call you sir or master. Does this mean you really don’t want me to be in that part of your life? Will you still go to the club and be with another woman?”

I gently gripped her chin and turned her face toward me. “I’m with you, Annabella, no other woman. And I would hope you don’t plan on sleeping with another man. As for the master or sir, I like the way my name sounds on your lips. That isn’t saying in the future, or when we go to Club Sanctorum, I won’t ask you to call me sir or master. But this is us, and we can figure it out as we go. We don’t need to set all the rules of our relationship tonight.”

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Annabella

Each time John ran his hand down my side, my breath hitched. My heart was beating a mile a minute. We had made love a few times, but this seemed different. I needed him more than I need my next breath.

When the door to the bedroom had opened earlier, fear had washed over me until I saw John’s face in the moonlight. I didn’t know it was possible to fall for a man so quickly, but him coming when I needed him meant the world to me.

“I will be right back, Beautiful.” John jumped off the bed and dug through my suitcase. When he lay back down next to me, he had one of the scarfs I’d brought along. “Let me see your wrists.” When I held them out to him, he gently tied the scarf around them and placed my hands above my head. My heart felt like it was about to beat out of my chest. “Don’t move your hands. Each time you move, I will stop. If you keep your hands above your head, I will bring you to orgasm.”

He moved so he was kneeling between my legs. I wanted to reach out and run my hands down his chest, but I stopped myself and moved them behind my head instead. John’s mouth twitched. He knew how hard this was for me. I loved running my hands all over his body.

John pulled my tank top up my body and bunched it over my eyes. The tank top also kept my arms in place above my head. “Just feel, Beautiful.”

When John’s lips wrapped around my nipple, my body arched off the bed. It felt more intense than it had a few minutes ago when he’d had his lips on me. His hands worked my boy shorts down my body. Then he shifted, and his lips left my body. “God. Fucking beautiful.”

I didn’t have a chance to respond before his lips touched my clit.

“So wet,” he mumbled as he licked my pearl.

My body ached for more contact. I wanted him to slip inside me. I needed to feel him closer.

“Stay still,” he commanded.

I fought the urge to lift my hips for more friction. My body felt like it was on fire. It was so hard to stay still. A whimper left my mouth. John’s words from earlier rang in my head. He would stop if I moved my hands. But if I stayed still, he would give me an orgasm.

“Please.”

John bit down on my nub and slipped a finger into my velvety folds. The little bit of pain mixed with the pleasure from his tongue was enough to send me over the edge. My body arched, and I screamed out his name as he continued to lick and touch me.

“Perfect. You are so beautiful when you come.”

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