Page 208 of Broken Daddy
“Lie back,” he ordered before lifting her and placing her on the bed. “Spread your legs.”
Heat filled her cheeks as she gaped up at him.
“Who is in charge?” he asked.
“You are.”
“And are you saying your safeword?”
Devi shook her head. No. She didn’t want him to stop. She guessed she was just shocked at the things he was ordering her to do.
“Then what should you do?”
Slowly, she spread her legs, letting him stare down at her. No one had ever really looked at her like this. The other guys she’d slept with . . . well, they’d barely waited for her to undress to fuck her.
It had felt rushed and kind of . . . yuck, if she was honest.
Nothing that she felt with Hayes.
“So stunning,” he whispered.
For a man who often guarded his words like they were diamonds, he certainly didn’t scrimp on telling her that she was beautiful.
Kneeling on the bed between her spread legs, he pushed them so her knees were bent and her feet flat on the mattress. He ran his fingers up the inside of her thighs until he reached her pussy. He cupped her mound and the warmth of his hand made her moan. She actually rubbed herself up against him.
Wow.
She had never done anything like that in her life.
“That’s it, baby. Rub yourself against me.”
“I . . . I . . . that’s okay?”
“Unless I tell you not to do something, everything is on the table. And if I tell you not to do something it doesn’t necessarily mean it’s something I don’t like. It just means I don’t want you to do it at that moment. Understand?”
Um. She thought so. This was all so new to her.
“I want you to keep your injured arm in whatever position feels the best. But your other arm goes up over your head and stays there until I say otherwise.”
She raised her arm over her head, the injured arm lying against the mattress.
“That’s it. Is anything off limits?” he asked.
Devi swallowed heavily. “You won’t say anything mean?”
He narrowed his gaze at her and she expected him to tell her that was ridiculous or to scold her for even thinking that.
But all he did was nod. “I will not.”
“Or, um, hurt me? I don’t mean, like, a spanking . . . I mean, I just don’t like pain. I don’t like my nipples being twisted or bitten. Or having a cock just shoved into me.”
His breathing grew faster and she watched him worriedly. “Some bastard just stuck their cock into you? Without warning? Without warming you up?”
“Um. Well, I was a bit warmed up.”
“Name.”
Oh no. She wasn’t giving him that. She shook her head.
