Page 27 of Rescuing Rebel

“Don’t negate what happened.”

“What are you talking about?”

“When someone says something, then immediately says ‘but’ after it, it negates what they just said. I didn’t run. I’m not going anywhere, and I think it’s pretty clear I enjoyed myself. Full stop. I may not have used much force, but that can come with time if that’s what we decide.”

“You don’t think it’s weird after what happened to me that I…”

“I don’t.”

“I…” Rebel closes her eyes to think, and then her eyes slowly open. “I’ve always been wired this way. Sex is usually a lackluster experience for me.”

“Lackluster?”

“Not what we just did. That was fabulous and intense. I lost count of the number of orgasms you gave me. Probably more than I’ve had in the past ten years put together.”

“Good way to stroke my ego.” I chuckle at that.

“I just mean, sex with boys and their fumbling never got me off. Then with other men…” She blows out a breath. “They’re so cautious, asking over and over for consent, terrified of leaving a mark. Scared to death to fuck for the sake of fucking. As if every sexual encounter needs to be this soft, intimate, ethereal experience. Sometimes, I just want to get fucked.”

“You definitely don’t like it soft.”

“Hate it. And I’m all for women’s lib and equality between the sexes, but when it comes to sex…”

“You like your men to be men?”

“I like them to dominate. It’s more than a man being a man.”

I understand where she’s coming from, although, in today’s modern political climate, traditional roles have come under fire, and we’re all doing our best to open our minds and adjust in all aspects of our lives.

As far as sex is concerned—in my mind—the only values that matter are those shared between the individuals engaging in sex with each other. There’s no room for anyone else’s opinion.

“Rebel, some women like to dominate during sex. Some like to submit. Some like to switch things up. Some are open and experimental. Some are polyamorous. Some are gay. Some are sexually repressed. The same goes for men. There’s no shame in wanting what you want or expressing it to your lover. Sex should be fun.”

“Yes, but I need it to be—more.” Rebel’s gaze drops, as does her voice. “I can’t explain it more than that.”

She continues on, revealing more and more of her specific fantasies, and as she does, I see deeper into this amazing woman’s mind.

Contrary to what she said, she’s not into rape fantasies or non-consent. It terrifies her, but she does enjoy surrendering control. Needs it. As she explains, I hold her in my arms as she bares her soul to me.

Despite what she may think, my desire doesn’t fade after she tells me what she likes and doesn’t like. It only grows stronger than before. That she trusts me with her dark truths makes me feel as if we’ve truly forged a connection.

Not as lovers. That’s just sex. We’re forging a connection as one.

We bridge many barriers when she entrusts me with her most personal self, and I will never abuse that trust. Reaching up, I brush a few strands of hair away from her face and kiss her lips softly. When she turns her head, I apply enough pressure to send a message.

It’s not non-con, far from it. This is an expression of the deepest intimacy. It’s me taking with respect and without judgment.

I want to show her how much I appreciate her trust. My hands roam her body with a sense of urgency, exploring every curve as if for the first time.

She resists at first, her body tightening in response to my touch, but I overpower her just enough to give her a taste without overwhelming her. My goal is to let her feel my aggression while letting her control how far she wants to go.

The more I think about taking care of her and not overstepping her boundaries, the more aroused I become. It’s not long before my cock hardens again. The hungry fucker is eager tonight.

There’s a wildness in her eyes, something dark and dangerous. Something needy and desperate. I shift, moving to my knees, and rise above her. With one hand gripping the base of my cock, I grab her roughly.

She struggles, but I’m too far gone to care. I barely know this beast within me. I rarely get to dominate a woman during sex. She’s not the only one with darker cravings, and I’m eager to explore this part of myself with Rebel. I thread my fingers through her hair and yank her toward my cock.

“Suck me.” The tone in my voice isn’t one I recognize.

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