She drags her finger down my bicep, creating tingles under her touch. She says, "I've heard of people being switches."
"That's a myth," I state, not willing to believe anyone would be able to move back and forth between roles.
"No, it isn't," she insists. "Want to make a deal?" Challenge lights her eyes.
My stomach flipswhile my pulse continues skyrocketing.
She bats her eyelids. "What's wrong, Tristano? Scared?"
"No. I don't get scared," I declare.
She smiles and rises on her tippy-toes. She leans into my ear and murmurs, "Then let's play. No one will ever know but you and me. You follow through on your promise to me. Afterward, you get to choose how we have sex again."
My ears perk up. I ask, "Again?"
She nods. "Yes. Any style you want, and I won't get angry with whatever you choose. I promise."
Time seems to stand still. I've never submitted to anyone. I know how to break women and put them back together. In order to submit, she'd have to break me, and that isn't happening. I answer, "I won't submit. It's impossible."
Her smile grows. "Then let me have my way and let's see. After, you get to call the shots."
It's the perfect carrot to dangle in front of me. The notion of having Pina again instantly gives me a raging hard-on.
She reaches for my cock and cups it. "Seems like you're interested."
"Don't be a smart-ass," I command.
She steps closer, tracing my collarbone. "Do you want me to put on something a bit...sexier?" She locks eyes with me like the perfect temptress.
I fist her hair and tug her head back, positioning my face over hers. She gasps, and I peck her on the lips, then ask, "Is that a serious question?"
She swallows hard. "So we have a deal? I'll change, and you undress. I want you kneeling in the cage with your head down when I get back."
I glance at the metal bars. Before I think about what I'm saying, I state, "I want more."
She pins her eyebrows together. "More? What do you mean?"
Nothing's been clear since a few months ago in that meeting. The moment I saw Pina for the woman she is, I was obsessed. But last night changed everything. Now, I feel doomed. The nagging desperation to have her again is only growing.
I kiss her with everything I have, not letting her go until I feel her submit to me. I retreat and ask, "Don't tell me you don't see there's something between us."
Worry fills her expression.
"Stop thinking about the logistics. Just admit to me this isn't something superficial for you. Tell me you know if I walk out of here, you're going to be dying for me to come back."
"Tristano—"
"Admit it, and I'll do what you want. I'll play your game and let you be in charge. But then I want a date. Arealdate, and you can't blow me off. And I get to call the shots after," I assert.
Her lips twitch. "A date?"
"Yeah. Why is that funny?"
Her face turns serious. "It's not. Do you think that's a good idea though?"
I snort. "Is any of this a good idea? Nope. But I think we're past the part of using our brains regarding this matter. Don't you?"
She takes a deep breath and slowly nods.