Page 98 of The Dark Before Light

“Yes.”

“Mmm. Did you jack off when you got home, Kieran?”

He makes a small, rough noise. “Yes.”

“Tell me what you were thinking about while you stroked yourself.”

The muscles of his arms bunch, then relax. “I thought about bending you over that too-small chair you made me sit in. Pulling up that fucking skirt and shoving inside you. Wrapping my hand around your throat. Making you come no matter how badly you tried not to.”

Arousal slicks my thighs at the visual. My hand falls to his neck. It’s too wide for me to grip completely, but I apply pressure with my palm and a teasing threat with my nails.

“Do you know what I was thinking about that night? When I rubbed my clit until I came?”

He groans softly, eyes closing. “Tell me.” My hand tightens on his throat. “Please.”

“Since you asked nicely.” I lean forward, my hair brushing over his shoulder and chest. Angling my mouth to his ear, I whisper, “I thought about bending you over. I thought about fucking you. And tonight, I’m going to do just that.”

He jerks. I glance down at his lap and snap, “Don’t come.”

He sucks in a breath and releases it slowly. One by one, his muscles relax. I lick his earlobe. Squeeze his neck one more time, then release it.

“Good, Kieran. Very good. Before I fuck you, I’ll give you something you want. When I step away, get up and lay on your back on the bed. Clasp your hands above your head.”

Denying myself the pleasure of watching him move at my command, I walk to the door to retrieve the black case I gave him earlier. Behind me, I hear the friction of skin on soft sheets. It makes me smile as I unzip the case and retrieve what I need, but I wipe my expression as I turn and approach the bed.

I set the rope, lube, and silicone toy on the mattress beside him, then let my eyes roam over every beautiful inch displayed before me. His jutting cock. Heaving chest. Heels that dig into the mattress, thick thigh muscles clenching. Fingers that curl and relax over his head. Tight jaw. Dark, glittering eyes—almost angry as they flicker between me and the items. The dildo and lube are by far the hardest for him to accept.

My control shivers as the one submissive bone inside me—so newly awakened—balks at the notion of asking such a powerful man to submit. I want to tell him about the toy, that it’s made specifically for male anatomy, the best product money can buy, and is perfect for beginners. That it will blow his mind.

But I don’t. Instead, I take a deep breath. My headspace calms. Recenters. You are in control. Reestablish trust. Bring him back to you.

“Color?”

His jaw works for a few seconds. “Green.”

“Hmm. Let’s try that again.” Pulling my skirt over my knees, I climb onto the bed. Once I’m within reach, I grab his cock and squeeze. He jackknifes, gasping out my name.

“Tell me again what color you are, Kieran.”

“Green! So fucking green.”

I release him and shimmy my skirt over my waist. He groans when he sees my bare pussy. My touch, and now the sight of his ultimate reward, land him back in the present. He licks his lips, causing an answering pulse inside me.

“Eyes on my face.”

He obeys. I tuck two fingers in my mouth and suck, then swirl my tongue around them. He pants, hands clenching but not moving. Lowering my fingers between my legs, I find my swollen clit, gasping a little at the electric contact. His eyes stay on my face—burning with desire, all resistance wiped away.

I tuck my fingers back into my mouth, tasting myself. As expected, the tease is too much for him. Animalistic need alights in his eyes. His arms start to lift, abs clenching as he begins to sit. I slap his stomach hard, then grab his balls. He grunts, freezing, eyes wide on my face. Dropping my middle finger to the skin behind his sack, I apply pressure.

He makes a soft sound of protest. “Fingernail,” he rasps out.

“Excuse me?” I squeeze harder, push a little deeper. His chin lifts, eyes rolling up as the sting of pain blends with pleasure.

Air gusts from his lungs. “I take it back,” he gasps out.

“Color?”

“Green.”

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