Page 200 of Dangerous as Sin

I raise my voice, confident only he will hear me. “Lick me, please.”

“Good girl. Now beg me to sink a finger in your ass while I do it.”

Oh. My. God.

My eyes widen.

And his grow impossibly dark. He always whispers shocking things, and recently shared how much he’ll enjoy breaking all of me in. He’s six three, with an impressive appendage and kinky appetite. Sex is intense, pleasure mixed with pain. But my submissive side loves the struggle, the way my body’s learned to accept him, his power testing a newfound strength deep within me.

Our eyes meet, and his darken. My hesitation is part of a game he gets off on winning.

“A thumb. I won’t hurt you.”

Say yes. You want this.

“Okay. I trust you.”

He stiffens and stares. Like I’ve said something foolish. But then, he surprises me. “I fucking live to corrupt you.”

“Then what …” I part my trembling thighs. “… are you waiting for?”

I can tell by the curve of his lips that I’ve pleased him.

“Eyes on me, understand?”

“Yes,” I eagerly reply.

He eats it up. “You getting wet thinking about me touching you?”

I nod.

“And what happens if you look away, baby?”

Baby, again. “You’ll spank me.”

His biggest kink is control, and mine’s praise. Everything else circles around this dynamic. He’s threatened spankings before but I always submit beforehand. Pleasing him is a greater urge than protecting myself.

The chair legs scrape across the floor as he pulls it forward. He positions his hands, palms up, beneath my bottom and lifts me, readjusting me to his liking. In the next heartbeat, he goes in for his first lick.

I quiver as he drags his tongue across my clitoris. I don’t dare look away, in case he glances up. He plays with my sensitive nub until I’m shaking with desire, then rolls his tongue through my folds before thrusting deep.

“Ohh,” I half gasp, half moan.

He raises his head. “More?”

“God, yes. Please do that again.”

He smirks. “You couldn’t be more perfect. Even here …” He dips his hand further back and presses a thumb against my sensitive area.

I squirm at the unfamiliar sensation.

His pupils darken to an impossible shade of black. “God, I want to own every inch of you. Make you remember the feel of me long after I’m gone.”

Gone.

The word hangs in the air, but he buries his face in my wetness, and I quickly forget about it.

He masterfully works me into a frenzy.

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