Page 92 of Dirty Husband
I only care about his firm touch. That sharp edge to his voice. The feel of his breath on my neck.
He wraps his fingers around my throat. Not hard enough to cut off my airways. Just hard enough to know he can hurt me.
There are so many ways Shep can hurt me. He can snap his fingers and destroy my entire life. That scares me.
This—
This makes my entire body buzz.
I love that he can hurt me. It turns me on so much more than it should. There's some part of me that cares, but it's too far away, too fuzzy.
I want his threat. I want his power. I want his command.
I arch my back, stretching my body over his, pushing my ass against his cock.
"Are you trying to tease me, princess?" His voice is rough. Angry even. But, under that, he's daring me.
"If I am?"
In response, he reaches for my zipper. It's not the slow, gentle gesture of earlier.
He tugs it down my back. Yanks my dress over my torso.
My breasts spill from the fabric.
He keeps one hand around my neck. Brings the other to my chest. Runs his thumb over my nipple.
God, it's been so long since he's touched me. This is the first time he's really touched me. It makes my entire body buzz. It wakes up something deep inside me, some part of me that's been dormant for far too long.
"Fuck," I breathe.
He runs his thumb over my neck with one hand. Rolls my nipple between his thumb and forefinger with the other. "You like when I play with you, princess?"
"Yes, sir."
"Is that why you wore this dress?"
I suck a breath through my nose.
His touch gets firmer. Hard enough it hurts in the best possible way. "Did you wear it to tease me? To make me think about your perfect tits."
"No… Maybe." My chest heaves with my inhale.
He presses his palm into my neck, pulling me closer. It's hard. Rough.
For a split second, I struggle with my inhale. It should scare me. It does. But in a way that makes me ache for more.
Every molecule inside me screams for him.
He switches to his middle finger. Draws slow circles around my nipple. Then faster. Harder. "You know what happens if you dare me, princess?"
"No." I almost add sir, but I don't. I want to tease him. I want to dare him. I want to make him rough.
"No?"
"No." I say it again, more firmly, so my intent is clear.
He pinches my nipple so hard I see white.
