Page 84 of The Games We Play
“No.”
“What are you going to do, lock me in here?Protectme from what’s out there? Tell me I can’t do something because it’s not safe? Newsflash,Rambo, everyone who knows already treats me like that, and I’m sick of it. I never wanted that from you. I should have never told you.”
She reaches around me to grab the door handle, but I step directly in front of her, blocking her reach.
She looks up to the ceiling with a long exhausted breath. “Let me go.”
“Never.” Not in any capacity will I ever let her go again. “What do you want?”
Her eyes snap to meet mine.
“Tell me what you want.” My voice is soft but demanding, making her breath hitch.
I step toward her, making her step back, our legs mirroring each other's movements until the back of her knees are flush with her bed. I hover over her, with the foot size difference between the two of us, as she gazes back at me with a fire in her eyes.
That’s my girl.
“I am going to give you every fucking thing you want, but you need to tell me exactly what that is.”
Her tongue darts out over her bottom lip, before taking in a deep breath.
“Go on,” I encourage as I dip my head into the side of her neck, my lips kissing up the column of her throat. “Tell me everything.”
Another choppy breath leaves her lips before she finally speaks.
“I want you to take me, just take me like a normal person.”
I don’t think I can do that because I’m too controlling and too rough, but I can take her in ways I think she can handle.
Shit. There it is. Exactly what she didn’t want. Me, holding back. Not treating hernormal,as she says.
“What if I like full control?” I ask. “What if I want to tie you up, tease you, and take full control of your body for as long as I want?”
A long moan leaves her lips as her hands cup my face, her fingertips dip into my hair gripping tightly, as I continue to explore her skin with my tongue.
“You want that, sunshine?”
“I trust you.” And Christ, those words are like a dagger straight to my cock.
“You need a safe word. Something that will make me stop if it’s too much,” I tell her cautiously because I don’t want her to feel like I’m underestimating her, but this is something we should have regardless.
“Rambo.”
“It can’t be a nickname,” I reply, kissing along her shoulder.
“Sylvester.”
What the hell.
I peer up at her, eyes closed and content as I caress her with my mouth.
“You’re not saying another man’s name while I’m touching you.” She gasps as I nibble hard but playfully on her skin. “Try again.”
She hums for a moment and her reply makes me smile.
“Orion.”
I fist her hair, pulling her head back gently, exposing even more of her neckline. I graze my lips over her ear and trail over her jawline before slamming my mouth onto hers. I catch her moans with mine as our tongues dance together, moving and connecting like missing puzzle pieces.
