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I moan as he grips me tighter, the sound choking off as his fingers move. Two fingertips press against a naked bundle of nerves I’ve never given much thought to. An intimate place I’d never thought I’d share.
I give a weak protest, whispering his name in my shame, “Lucian,” but my protest stops there, and I bury my face into his shoulder as he pushes me over the edge of shame and wonder.
A habit he seems to thrive on.
The heat of his mouth presses against my ear. That wave of tingles slips down my neck, just like they do whenever he’s this close. He whispers against me, “I want to take you here one day,” and as he speaks, he presses harder, causing me to gasp in surprise as waves of pleasure surge through my body.
Then, his hands are gone. My dress falls back into place. His hands are on my waist. “Look at me,” he says.
I make myself look up at him, cheeks burning.
“Tonight I want to introduce you to Bachman playtime. I want to show you some of our toys.”
My heartbeat thrums like a hummingbird’s wings.
Black matte walls display polished metal, worn leather, and intricately coiled ropes, all carefully arranged. Crops, cuffs, lengths of silk, and fur-lined restraints hang from dark wooden pegs like instruments waiting for a symphony to start. A padded bench rests beneath an iron-barred chandelier.
The focal point, however, is on the wall. Dark, shiny wooden bars secured with iron bolts and heavy rings. Looking at them makes my skin prickle with heat. Lucian stands beside me, watching my reaction, eyes sparkling like onyx, jaw tight like granite.
“I want to push your boundaries. I want to control you.” He lifts my hand from his shoulder, presses his lips to my skin, slow and reverent. “I want to show you what trust means to me.”
My breath catches on the inhale.
I want to run away from him forever, confess everything to him at once, and have his many babies.
All in the same exhale.
I stand there, face to face with him, staring at the wall and the toys, soaking in the energy of this place.
“I’ve never done this,” I whisper. “Any of this. I’ve never even been touched by anyone but you. I couldn’t trust them enough.”
He drops my hand. My other hand leaves his shoulder. Releasing my waist, he steps behind me, his boots heavy against the concrete, his words hot at my ear. “You turn me on so much. Knowing I’m not only the first man to have you, but the first to show you these things.” He kisses my neck, in that way he knows is my undoing. “All the things.”
The kiss makes my knees go weak, but every word he says ignites something inside me.
Fear? Longing? Desire? Curiosity?
I can’t quite name the feeling.
He moves my hair aside, exposing more of my neck for his torturous kisses. His hand rests on my shoulder as his soft lips nip back to my ear, where he demands an answer to dangerous questions, “Do you want me to take you out of your comfort zone? Push you further than you’ve ever gone?”
Do I? Can I let him?
I nod slowly.
“No, baby.” His hand slides from my shoulder, curling around my throat.
Tight. Firm.
His chest presses against my back as he buries his hardening cock into the cleft of my ass. And this is where I’m meant to walk away. Instead, I arch against him, wanting more, heat flowing between my thighs.
“I need the words.” His fingers stroke my throat, sending a wave of dangerous fire over my skin. “I want your submission, baby. I already own your body. I want your will. And I want you to give it to me.”
“Yes,” I whisper, my pulse pounding. “You have control.”
“Good girl.”
His words melt me.
