Page 43 of Resistant

She takes a deep breath opening her eyes and her eyes sear into mine.

“I want to be tied up and helpless. I want you spank my ass until I’m a crying mess and know deep down inside that I’m forgiven. I want you to bring me to the edge of what I can handle, tip me over and bring me back. I want to be free.”

The hair on my neck stands up when I realize exactly what she is asking for, and a low rumble bursts from my throat. I pull her hips snug against mine. And I know she feels how hard I am for her.

“What else Angel?” My voice is rough, hoarse like I’ve been yelling.

She searches my face, and whatever she sees there seems to be enough for her. She smiles sweetly,

“That’s all I want for today, but I’m sure I can come up with more for tomorrow.”

I bite my lip to keep from laughing, because I promised, but I’m sure she can see the laughter in my eyes.

I nuzzle her face with mine, and growl into her ear.

“Alright Angel, that’s where we will start for today. If you want kinky redemption, you will have it. It will be my pleasure.”

I bite at her ear lobe.

“I need you to tell me if I’ve gone too far, so tell me what you’ll do if it’s too much.” She tips her head and furrows her brows.

“You want a safe word?”

I chuckle, “Yes, how much of this have you done before Angel?”

“Not much, barely skimmed the surface. But I read a lot. Toothpaste.”

I snort and pull back from her so I can see her face. “Your safe word is toothpaste?”

“Yes, it was the first thing that I wanted when we were first in the stocks. I could smell the toothpaste on your breath.”

“How much is skimmed the surface, Angel?”

“I’ve been spanked, but not enough to make me cry, and obviously, I’ve been blindfolded, but I’ve never been tied up. Nothing I couldn’t get out of by myself anyway.”

“You are too good to be true.”

A memory springs to the surface of my mind, the way her gaze burned into me before she agreed to come to the burbs with me.

“Angel, were you turned on in the superior’s office the other day?”

“Yes.” she whispers this, like she’s ashamed to admit it.

“Fuck Angel, why were you turned on baby?”

She closes her eyes,

“I was tied up, and you were there in front of me, all sweaty, Mr. Confidence sitting in that chair. In that moment, I knew that you could do anything to those men, anything to me, and I would like it.”

“My naughty Angel, that is hot. You are going to trust me now. No questions, no back talk. Use your words if you want me to stop. You understand?”

“Yes, sir.” She breathes.

I shudder and my eyes roll back in my head, and it takes me two, three, four, deep breaths to get a hold of myself.

I bite at her shoulder, and realizing I’m humming into her skin, marking her. I scoop her up, take two steps into the bedroom and kick the door shut.

I kiss her senseless and set her down on the edge of the bed. I kick off my shoes and toss the pillows to the headboard so I can sit comfortably.

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