Page 81 of Seducing the Sorcerer
“That’s all right.” Fenn moved his fingers in Morgrim’s hair. It had dried and was very smooth, very soft. “Know what your problem is? You got too much on your mind. Too many worries.”
“Mm.” Morgrim shrugged again. “That’s just how things are.”
“That what you think?” Fenn ran his fingertips down Morgrim’s spine. “That’s where you’re wrong. I know a few tricks to make you forget everything.”
Morgrim shivered. “What sorts of tricks?” His breath tickled Fenn’s throat.
“Could spank you.” Fenn reached Morgrim’s arse. Gave it a squeeze, causing Morgrim to push against him. “Ain’t forgotten you like the sound of that. But do you deserve it? I ain’t so sure. Don’t think you been wicked enough yet. No, reckon I got another plan for you.”
Morgrim grew tense in his arms. But in a good way. Fenn smiled to himself. That was the approach with a bloke like Morgrim. Keep him guessing, keep him on his toes. Get him thinking of nothing but what might come next.
“What—” Morgrim’s breath caught “—what plan?”
“Well, you like it rough. I got that. You want me mean? I can do that too. Starting now.”
“You’d do that?”
“Done it before. Plenty of blokes want that.”
“But is that what you like?”
“I like it fine. I like you doing as you’re told. I like you desperate and gagging for it. So, you want mean, I like it too. But we need some rules first.”
“Rules?” Morgrim repeated the word as though he enjoyed the sound of it. He looked up. His face was flushed, eyes already dark with arousal. “You mean, for me?”
“For both of us. Such as, I ain’t drawing blood, see? Ain’t choking you, either. I don’t like those things. Too much for me.”
Alarm crossed Morgrim’s face. “I don’t want those things either. I don’t mind bites or...or pain. Or being a bit sore or uncomfortable afterwards. Everything last night was good. But I don’t want anything...extreme.”
“Rough, but no lasting damage. Aye. And what about if I leave bruises? That allowed?”
Morgrim blinked. “But not on my face or hands. It can’t show.”
“Right.” Fenn extricated himself from Morgrim’s arms, ran his hands down Morgrim’s body, as if testing his weight. “I can hold you down?”
“Gods. Yes.”
“Even if you struggle?”
Morgrim breathed hard out his nose like a restive horse and Fenn smiled, internally, because he knew what that meant.
“Yes,” Morgrim said, a bit shakily.
“What about me calling you names? You want that?”
“I...I don’t know.” Morgrim frowned, as if suddenly realising what they were doing. “Do you do this with every man you have sex with? All these questions first?”
“Aye, if they want me mean. Want you to enjoy it, see.”
“I see.”
“So, calling you names?” Fenn said, a bit briskly.
“I still don’t know. Yes?”
“You can always say after, if it don’t work and you don’t want it again.”
“All right, then, yes.”
