Page 101 of Salvage Him
I chased him as far as the restraints wouldallow.
"My sweet sub." He grinned and rained kisses down my chest. He pulled the cups of my bra down and teased each nipple with his tongue. He bit down and tugged it into hismouth.
I winced from the pain but arched for him to take more. The pain awoke my senses, my body. I could smell him, hear him, feel him everywhere. The steady, strong beat of his heart and the licking and sucking noises were oursoundtrack.
He laid wet kisses on my stomach, but again, he stopped abruptly. This time, he sat down onthebed.
"I guess we should discuss limits." His eyesgrewwide.
His brand of seduction frustrated me. I frowned inresponse.
"What's wrong, Brooklyn?" heasked.
"I thought you were going to fuck me." He narrowed hiseyes. "Sir."
"So anxious." Hegrinned.
My body was on high alert. I bent my leg, my thigh up to rub against him, to re-establish aconnection.
He stood up. He paced the floor, staring down at my body. He took ineveryinch.
I couldn't take itanymore.
"Please, Sir." I wasn't opposed tobegging.
He stood at the foot of the bed andgrinned.
"Let's make this educational." He winked. "I mention a form of kink, you tell me yes, softorhard."
"Can I ask a question, Sir?" I held myheadup.
"What's your question?" He stood with his armscrossed.
"If you mention something, can I assume it's something you like?" Iasked.
"No. Not necessarily. I'll try anything my sweet sub likes," heanswered.
"Aren't we supposed to have this conversation in a non-sexual setting." My head fell back. His gaze making my insidetingle.
Harrisonlaughed.
"Every time I look at you, I want to fuck you. Every time I hear your voice, my cock grows hard. Don't get me started on what smelling you and tasting you does to me." He gripped my breast and squeezed. "Where does this non-sexual universe exist? I may need to go there for a vacation for a couple of days, just to getsomerest."
Igiggled.
"I just meant, asking while you've tied me up and teased me, brought my body and mind to the edge . . ." I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them. "I might tell you what you wanttohear."
"Brooklyn." He sat back down and leaned over me. We were face to face. "Don't. You have to be honest with me, and I have to be honest with you. I won't tolerate anything less fromyou.Okay?"
"Yes,Sir."
He laid a quick kiss on my lips before standing back up. He pulled his shirt off and dropped it on thefloor.
"So let's getstarted."
