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And I did. There was suddenly no rhythm as I picked up speed. Nothing but the pleasure and heat sparking deep within me as I rode him, crying, gasping.
“You don’t need to be quiet here,” he whispered in my earas I bounced on his lap. “You can shout, scream, cry all you want.”
There was excitement before with having to be quiet to evade being caught, but being able to fully unleash ourselves in this little mansion…
“God,” I ground out. “Fucking hell, Nix.”
“Yes, Livid. Fuck, I missed you. I missed you so bad.”
My head dropped to his good shoulder as he lifted me up and down him, hands back on my hips.
“You want hard?” he asked, voice rough. “Then we need a safe word. You ever used one before?”
I nodded into him.
“Normally, people just pick red, amber, green.”
I nodded again, caught up in him slipping in and out of me.
“Red,” I panted. “Red flag.”
“Fuck,” he grunted. “Fuck,tu es parfaite.” You are perfect.
Then he slapped my ass, lifted me up and, still inside of me, he walked us through the house to his temporary bedroom. The moment we were in the room, the storm was louder, the rain hammering on the skylight directly above the bed. I held on tightly, even when he dropped me onto the duvet. He chuckled and pulled me off.
“Remember I said I have some toys?” he asked, brow cocked as he turned on the electric fire with a press of a button. “Well, Livid, do you want to play?”
“Yes,” I begged.
He bent, leaning over me and I couldn’t help but blink at the proximity. “I don’t have a brat on my hands, now, do I?”
“No,maître,” I said, shaking my head. “I want to play with the toys. With you.”
His grin nearly had me collapsing back on the bed.
Instead, I watched him pull out a bag and start ripping apart the packaging. It wasn’t particularly hard work but just watching him use his muscles, I was even wetter.
“These cuffs attach to the bed,” he said and lifted them in question.
My nod was eager, my back arched in anticipation. So a minute later, I was spread across the bed and completely at Nix’s mercy.
There was a dark lust in his hooded gaze. “Remember, red flag, okay? And, when I’m ramming my cock down your throat, use this motion for me to stop.” His index finger and thumb met, creating a circle. “Do it for me now.”
I followed his instruction.
“Do you trust me?”
With his own publicity? Not at all. With following my instructions when it came to his image? Hardly.
With my body? Yes. Completely. Utterly.
And that didn’t come naturally to me.
“I do,” I said sincerely.
He sat at my side and ran his fingers lightly down my stomach, then back up again, before twisting my nipples and making me yelp. He bent to kiss them, lick them while his touch travelled down to my clit, using my arousal to play with me in short, hard strokes.
I moaned, his touch cold in comparison to just how hot I was.
