Page 22 of Sinful Chains

It was an easy decision to make, really. Of course I wanted him right here and now. The only question was one of logistics, but I trusted him to handle that. I trusted him with me in every way, which said a lot about my growing feelings for him. It said things I wasn’t even conscious of until this very moment.

“Right now.”

Chapter seven

His fingers trailed downmy arm, light and teasing, before grasping my hand. As he led me to his car, the warmth of his palm met the sweat on mine.

He deposited me in the back seat. My head swam as I thought about this, about the danger and the risk of what we were about to do in broad daylight, with people milling around.

The second the door closed shut behind him, Storm’s lips were on mine.

He kissed me like he had spent the entire day on the edge, barely holding himself together. His hands roamed beneathmy clothes, mapping my body, his fingers pressing into my flesh just hard enough to hurt, but not enough to bruise.

Our tongues danced. Our limbs intertwined. His fingertips brushed my nipples. Mine skimmed over his dick. The sounds of our moans mingled, needy and desperate.

His lips traveled down my jaw, my throat, my neck, his breath warm against my skin.

“You know what drives me crazy?” he murmured between kisses.

“Tell me.”

His teeth grazed the curve of my neck, making me shiver. “I can spend a million dollars adorning you, but the sexiest thing you’ll ever wear is your own power. You’re so fuckingfine, Princess.” He sucked the skin on my neck. “You own me.”

I shuddered at his touch and his words.

Men were usually so…nonchalant with me. Very much in their 50/50 energy, which, to be fair, I appreciated. I didn't work this hard and become an independent woman just to weaken as soon as I found myself in a man's orbit. But there was something about this that felt sopowerful…receiving one-hundred percent from Storm while giving him close to nothing. And he liked it, because he liked me.

“I exist to please you,” he whispered, his lips grazing my ear. “Tell me what you want.”

I melted against him, feeling myself weakening.

Maybe, with the right man, you'resupposedto be weak. Maybe the right man takes your weaknesses and turns them into strengths. Maybe the right man makes you feel safe enough to surrender to your inner power.

“Touch me.”

He slid his fingers past the band of my black lace panties, groaning when he found my pussy soaked. His fingers quickly found my clit, rubbing it softly, teasing, curling, coaxing more moans out of me.

“Like this?” he mumbled.

“Yessss…”

He sucked my bottom lip as his fingers made me melt. My hips moved involuntarily, grinding against his hand, desperate to increase the delicious pressure. He read my mind, or maybe my body, and did exactlywhat I wanted, bringing me to the brink before I pushed his hand away.

“Wait.”

He trapped my bottom lip between his teeth, pulling slightly before he set it free.

“Whatever you want,” he said.

“I wanna cum with you inside me.”

He smiled slyly. “It sounds to me like you have a scarcity mindset.”

“What do you mean?”

He kissed me softly. “You seem to believe you can only cum once or twice. I don’t think you realize there’s no limit to how much pleasure I can bring you.”

His lips brushed mine again. “I ain’t one them weak niggas you messed around with in the past ,” he said. “I know what I’m doing, and I love doing it.”

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