Page 15 of Take the Sub and Run

“Love how disappointed you looked at knowing I wasn’t going to fuck you.” He softened his hold, thumb sliding up to pull at her lower lip. “That will make it so much more fun to play with you. To deny you what you want. Make you come on my fingers no matter how much you beg for my cock.”

Her nipples were almost painfully hard inside her bodice, and her pussy clenched in response to his words.

“You’ll put your fingers inside me?” she asked hopefully. He hadn’t moved his thumb, so as she spoke, her lips brushed against him.

“Ah. That is a fair point. When I said no sex, I was using an old-fashioned, narrow definition of the word.” He shrugged. “I mean that I will not fuck your pussy or ass with my cock.”

Her ass. The idea of taking his cock in her that way made a little whimper escape.

“Now that I know how much you want to be fucked, I don’t think I’ll use a dildo in either of those holes either.” He smirked at her.

“That’s…mean.”

He laughed again, and this time she wasn’t embarrassed, because this close, she could see the truth of it in his eyes—he wasn’t laughing at her. He was laughing in pleasure.

“No, that’s sadistic, Angel.”

“You’re a sadist,” she said, with no small amount of trepidation.

“A sexual sadist, yes. Though I never give pain alone. The counterpoint of pleasure is necessary.”

She nodded in agreement, pressing against the fingers still tucked under her chin as she did.

He released her, stepping back and sitting once more. “If you’re not at least a little bit of a masochist, I fear our negotiation won’t go far.”

Her disappointment at the loss of his touch must have showed on her face because he shook his head. “No, I can’t touch you while we negotiate. In fact…”

He stood, fishing something from his pocket as he came toward her. A second later, the cuffs clicked as he unlocked them.

Sofie rolled her shoulders, watching as Andrei tucked the keys into his pocket. Then, to her surprise, he sat, not in the chair but on the floor, back against one of the red St. Andrew’s crosses. He pulled one knee up, forearm resting atop it, the other leg stretched out.

“Why are you on the floor?”

“Because if I sit in the chair while you’re seated like that, we’re already in the power exchange. Not appropriate during negotiations.”

“You take this very seriously.”

“I do.” He leaned his head back, watching her from under half-lowered lids. “Once we start the scene, I don’t want there to be any doubt in your mind that you agreed to everything I do to you without any undue influence from me.”

He all but purred the words, and they sounded like both a promise and a threat. Sofie pressed her forearms against her chest, fingers laced together in a single fist just under her chin. The pressure relieved some of the ache in her nipples, but not much.

He was far enough away that she couldn’t make out details of his expression, but she was fairly certain his jaw muscles flexed. Had he guessed why she was so desperately holding herself in?

“You say no sex, but what if I say yes sex?” she asked.

He relaxed, corner of his lips clicking up in a smile. “Your arousal doesn’t trump my hard limit.”

“Oh.”

“What are your limits?”

She wanted to say “nothing,” but that was her arousal speaking. “No blood. No permanent damage.” She forced herself to stop and really think. “I don’t like real degradation.”

“Real degradation?”

“I don’t want you to mock me. Or tell me I’m ugly because my breasts are two different sizes.”

He inclined his head in acknowledgment.

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