Page 14 of Mine To Break
“No.” Something in him shriveled up and died when she paused. Until she looked up at him and he saw the darkness in her eyes. A need to hurt and conquer and bring him to his knees. “It was great. Was it good for you?”
He didn’t answer immediately. It was good, yeah. He’d managed to come for the first time in months. Years. But it still didn’t seem… right. It didn’t seem too smart to admit it to her, but he did anyway. “Yes… and no.”
She nodded, not offended in the slightest. “Some things I try will work, and others won’t. But figuring out what makes you tick is what makes this so fun.”
Maybe for you.It took all his will not to avert his gaze, afraid she’d see the doubts rumbling around in his head.
She huffed, not angry or exasperated, exactly. More amused in a wry slightly disgruntled way. “You don’t really want me to know what makes you tick. But you’re not thinking about that when your dick is hard.”
“It’s not you. Not at all. Evidently I don’t even know what makes me tick. Not any more.”
“Experiences do change us. You’re going to want different things from different people. Other than the obvious, what do you want from me?”
Now it was his turn to let out a disgusted grunt. “Evidently I want you to bite the shit out of me.”
She pressed her fingers a little harder against her bite. Hard enough he felt the tenderness in the muscle beneath his skin. He’d have a few bitchin’ bruises to boast of tomorrow. If he dared show anyone. “If you’d rather I drag out a flogger—”
“Nope, biting’s cool,” he said quickly, making her snort again. “Totally hot, actually. Bite a hunk out of me anytime.”
She leaned down and sucked his bottom lip into her mouth. Holding his gaze, she pressed her teeth into that tender flesh. Not too hard—but enough his eyes widened and his heartbeat quickened. And yeah, his dick stirred again. Releasing him, she settled down against his chest as if she didn’t have a care in the world. Certainly not interested in his growing erection. “I’m going to get you to try some of my toys eventually, sugar.”
He fully expected his erection to flee in terror. He’d never been interested in any kind of kink before. Not even in a wet dream. But with the Mistress of Dallas in his arms…
She leaned up and deliberately stared down at his fully erect cock. Then with a smug smile, she reached over to flip the lamp off, dropped her head back to his shoulder, and snuggled against him. “That’s what I thought. Go to sleep, sugar. We’re done for the night.”
Her breathing evened out, but he couldn’t sleep. He never did, at least not for long. It was enough to hold her against him and marvel at what she’d already accomplished. And hope, maybe, just maybe, she could do it again.
