Page 95 of Firestorm
“Skye,” I whispered, then dropped my head as the front of my body went cold.
I opened my eyes to find Skye a few feet from me, watching me with narrowed eyes.
“Someone hurt me today,” she said. I squeezed my hands into fists. “It wasn’t for the first time, either.”
I breathed out slowly. It couldn’t be sweatshirt man, right? Unless she planned on them making up later. Oh, God, was I a rebound?CouldI be a rebound for Skye? No, I didn’t want that. I’d never cared about being a rebound before. Why did I give a fuck now?
While I was wrapped up in my thoughts, Skye had come closer to me. In a flash, she reached out and fisted my hair. I hissed as she pushed down on my head, and I instinctively dropped to my knees into some pale blue flowers. She pulled my hair so that my head was bent back, my neck completely exposed and vulnerable to her.
I gulped.
Skye’s eyes were on my throat before they snapped back to my face. “I’m done being hurt, Aiden Brandt. If I’m just some conquest for you, tell me now. I’ll never forgive you if you’re using me.”
Her hand still held my hair tightly in her grip, and even though I was a little scared of what she’d do next, my cock was rock hard. I wasmiserablyturned on. My chest heaved slightly as I practically panted in her hold.
This was new territory for me. It wasn’t that I’d never let a woman take charge, it was that no woman had evertriedto take charge with me.
Skye tightened her grip on my hair, the stinging from my scalp bringing me back to the moment.
As I quickly examined how I felt about Skye holding me in thisposition…I realized I didn’t care. In fact…I liked it. I’d have her any way she would take me, even if that meant I had to lick her boots.
God. She wouldn’t actually make me do that, would she? I mean…I would do it. Probably. What if they were dirty? Well–
Skye’s grip on my hair tightened, and I winced. Oh, yeah. She’d asked me a question. I gulped again.
“I don’t want to use you,” I whispered, since I felt like I’d whimper if my voice was any louder. “I…it’s like, I wantyouto useme.” Skye sucked in a sharp breath. I squeezed my eyes shut. “I don’t ever want to hurt you again, Skye.”
“Skye?” she prodded, and I swallowed thickly as my eyes shot open. Skye was standing above me, still holding my hair almost to the point of pain, but her pupils were blown wide.
She was fucking turned on.
And me? I was practically coming in my pants like a teenager, panting with how erotic this entire situation was. I’d never felt this way before. What the fuck was happening to me?
I took a few deep breaths as Skye waited for me to answer her. I had a feeling I knew what she wanted me to say, I just couldn’t bring myself to say it yet. But I trusted Skye. I feltsafewith Skye.
So I surrendered.
“Goddess?” I whispered leaning forward, and she let me. I kissed her hip before murmuring, “Mistress?”
Skye’s hand loosened from my hair and she trailed her fingers down to my cheek, where she cupped my face. I leaned into her touch, absolutely starved for her affection.
I didn’t even have time to consider how pathetic this was. Deep down, I trusted that Skye would never talk down to me about this.
Skye’s hand slid down and she gripped my chin, tilting my head up toward her. And then she was kissing me.
I fucking whimpered. My cock strained painfully against the zipper of my jeans. I fought to keep my hands on my thighs, not wanting to reach for her and ruin the moment. I wanted Skye to have all the power in this situation, especially if it meant she’d forgive me.
Skye’s lips were slow against mine. I eagerly licked at her, and she opened her mouth to me, letting my tongue caress hers. I moaned intoher mouth, everything about this kiss feeling so right, it settled something deep inside me. She smiled against my mouth before nipping at my bottom lip, then licked along my lips. I groaned, but still didn’t move.
“Good boy,” she teased, and I felt like I was about to catch fire.
Ireallyshould not have enjoyed that.
But I alsoreallywanted to be her good boy.
I knew other guys were after her. I heard them through the day, talking about her. I saw how she reacted to them. Part of me still believed Landon was being an asshole because he was attracted to her, too. Out of all of those other guys, though, she was here. Withme. Playing withme.
I desperately wanted to be her favorite. I was already desperate for her praise. Fuck drugs. All I needed was Skye’s approval.
