Page 73 of Troublemaker
Lucy was an adult. She needed me, needed someone to call the shots and make it clear how much she was wanted. I’d make it good for her. And we’d figure out the rest later.
I entered the bedroom and dropped everything I’d bought on her stomach.
“Lucy,” I said, trying to sound easy about what I needed to know, “I’m about to ask you a question, and I need you to answer me completely honestly. I will not be upset, whatever you say, and I need you to understand that, okay?”
She looked up at me, lifting her head to glance at what I’d bought.
“Oh, shit,” she gasped. “Did you hack my Kindle or something?”
I processed that sentence.
“What do you mean?”
A blush rose across her body, completely captivating me. Fuck me, she was pinkeverywhere.
“This is the…I fantasize about this stuff a lot when I get off,” she said, and I could tell that even though she was trying to be nonchalant, saying it out loud embarrassed her.
“Is that so?” I stroked a small, light circle around her belly button, pleased when she writhed underneath me. Even more pleased that we were on the same page, sexually. It was like she’d been made for me, like I’d dreamed her up one day, and the universe decided to make her real. I wasn’t sure what I’d done to deserve her, but I was keeping her, regardless. No take backs.
“Yeah, although I wasn’t hogtied in those fantasies…”
“Do you not want to be?”
She swallowed, staring me in the eye. “I want everything with you.”
My heart thumped, hard.
I want everything with you, too, I thought, but didn’t—couldn’t—tell her.
Not yet.
Not until I’d figured out how to keep her and still give her everything she wanted.
“Lucy, I want you completely under my control. I want to tie you up and gag you and force you to come until it hurts, and then fuck you until it hurts some more. But that means you won’t be able to say your safe word. That means you’re going to have to completely trust me, and I’m going to have to trust myself to not fuck up.”
“Fuck,” she whimpered, and I watched, riveted, as her hips pumped the air at my words alone, wetness appearing and coating her thighs.
“Is that ‘fuck’ a ‘yes?’”
“Yes. Take away my control, Coach—I never had it around you to begin with, anyway.”
My cock went hard at her words.
“Keep your eyes on me, sweetheart. I want to see them the whole time.”
She nodded, and I leaned over her.
“Open your mouth. Like you would for my cock.”
She opened her mouth, licking her lips, and I slowly slid the dildo gag in. It wasn’t as long or thick as me, so it wouldn’t choke her, but it would keep her mouth busy and full while I went to work on the rest of her.
Carefully, I buckled the rubber straps around her head, gently pulling her hair loose so it rested in a beautiful golden mess on the pillow. The night I’d brought her home, her hair hadbeen that same shining chaos, bringing light to my dark life, and god, I wanted it back. I wanted it—her—there, forever.
Lost in that image, I absently stroked her cheek, picturing what it would be like to have Lucy in my life. Her pink everything everywhere, messy closet, noise and laughter, that sunshine-and-sex smell permeating every inch of my house. I’d never wanted anything like I wanted that, and I was determined to have it.
How, I wasn’t sure yet. So I chose to ignore that worry, focusing on my fingers brushing over her silky soft cheek, watching as she shivered, pressing a kiss to her forehead and then concentrating on what came next.
Lifting the nipple clamps, I rained kisses down her face and to her neck, focusing on the tender spot between her neck and shoulder—the one that made her chest rise fast and the pink on her chest turn a brighter, deeper hue, then turned my attention to her nipples. I drew small circles on one, then the other, first with my thumb, then with my tongue, taking my time until they were pointy and so sensitive her whole body jerked when I gently bit down.
