Page 7 of Desire

The echo of Connor’s heavy breathing rasped against my ear as he groaned. “God, you feel so good. I want to take you hard and rough and shove my cock so far up your pussy you won’t be able to tell where you end and I begin. You can’t even imagine all the fucked up things I want to do to you. You’d run scared if you knew.” He pulled my nipples forward, pinching them hard at the same time he stretched them until I inhaled sharply at the pain. He continued to pinch and pull, and when I didn’t think I could take anymore, he released them.

“I want to put clamps on your nipples and watch them pebble as I tighten the screw. Then I want to hear you scream as the blood comes rushing back in when I remove them.” He moved one hand from my breast and cupped my mound as he continued speaking. “I want to see you fuck yourself with a dildo as your ass rides my cock. Then I want to see your tears as I redden your ass with a crop.”

Holy shit. His words sent a trickle of unease running through me. He was right. The things he wanted to do to me did scare me a little. I wasn’t scared of the pain or his intense, graphic descriptions. Okay, so maybe I was a little scared of the pain. What had me the most scared was the fact that my body suddenly began craving those things. “You don't scare me, you know,” I assured him. “You may think you do, but you don’t.”

He laughed softly against my hair. “Oh Bridget, you sweet, naive girl. I scare myself.” He lightly kissed my cheek before pulling away. Cold air danced across my back, and I missed the heat of him surrounding me. The mattress shifted when he moved off it. I quickly turned around, dropping to my butt and watched, open-mouthed, as he gathered my clothes off the floor. He handed them to me while I sat in shock that he appeared to be leaving.

“That’s it?” I questioned. “You’re leaving me? I mean...you’re leaving?”

“You got what you wanted,” he answered with an expression I couldn’t make out behind his hooded eyes.

I snorted, and a sound that could only be described as a laugh escaped. “You have no idea what I want, Connor. You never asked me. How do you know I don’t want or need the same things you do? Isn’t that the purpose of contracts and negotiations? We discuss hard and soft limits.” Anger built inside me, and it threatened to burst as I continued. “Tonight was the first time you’ve ever touched me. You didn’t ask me what my limits are. There was no communication. I take partial blame for that. My need for you overpowered my common sense and rational thinking. I should have paused things so we could talk about the scene, but I didn’t. And now look where we are. Both of us angry and mutually unsatisfied.”

An eyebrow quirked as he replied, “I’m pretty sure you were satisfied.”

With his words, I jumped off the bed and began dressing. “Fuck you, Connor. I would hardly call an orgasm that anyone could have given me ‘satisfied’. I was pleasured, but that is the extent of it. Satisfied means we would both be naked in this bed after you fucked my brains out. That would have satisfied me. Now, I’m just pissed off.”

It was his turn to stare at me in open-mouthed shock. My movements were jerky as I continued throwing my clothes on. Connor watched in silence as I stomped over and snatched my shoes up off the floor. I reached down with one shoe in my hand and slammed my foot into it. First one, then the other. Needing the last word, I threw out, “For your information, I’ve always been utterly fascinated with you. I have never wanted more than an occasional scene with a Dom. Until tonight. You gave me a taste of what could have been between us. For a second I wanted…I don’t know what I wanted, but a quick fuck wasn’t it.”

I made my way to the door, fists clenched in an effort not to flip him off. I jerked it open and spun around so I could see his face as I spoke. “You seem to know what you want, but you’re too scared to take it. I need a Dom who not only knows what he wants, but has the balls to go after it. That man is obviously not you. I appreciate everything you’ve done so far in helping me find Alex, but I think it would be best if we parted ways here. I’ll find someone else to help me. Thanks anyway, Connor.” With my final words, I walked out the door, closing it quietly behind me.

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