Page 52 of Playing With Danger

He relaxed and dropped a kiss on my lips before he pulled back and gave me his undivided attention.

“I’m not pissed. I was scared I’d hurt you. I was worried I got so lost in you, I didn’t have a mind to you.”

“Well, you didn’t.”

His lips curved up and I didn’t give the first shit his smile was arrogant. As far as I was concerned he’d earned it.

But I did note, “You look pleased with yourself now that you know you didn’t hurt me.”

“Yeah, baby, I’m pleased to know you can take a solid fucking and get off watching me blow for you. I’m also pleased to know that you go wild when my mouth’s on your pussy. And I’m seriously fucking pleased to know that all it takes is you sitting on my cock while I play with your clit and you’ll go for me.”

I couldn’t say anything about that, since it was all indeed true.

His thumb stroked the side of my neck as he asked, “Are you alright with this?”

“With the hand necklace?” I asked and he nodded. “I never thought about it. So I never thought it would be something I’d like. But yeah, I like feeling your hand on my throat. But more, I like knowing you want my attention. I also hope that I have your fingerprints on my hips so I can wear your bruises.”

“Jesus, fuck,” he growled.

His praise again made me safe to share honestly.

“Not now,” he started. “But soon. When you’re used to me and feel comfortable and safe with me you’re gonna wear my marks on your ass.”

That time I didn’t verbally share how much I’d like that.

Yet, I still shared.

“Your pussy clenching mean you’re down for that?”

That sex-rough voice was going to do me in.

“Yeah, Valentine, I’m down with that. But just to say, I’d like that to happen sooner rather than later.”

“We got all the time in the world to play, Soph. No need to rush.”

All the time in the world.

God, I hoped so.

“I’m gonna get rid of this condom,” he said but didn’t pull out. I knew why when he asked, “You sore?”

Since he was still close, therefore he’d read my lie in a heartbeat, I was truthful.

“Right now, no.”

Those sinful lips stayed curled up in a smirk when he muttered, “Right.”

“You know you once threatened to fuck my smirk off my face,” I reminded him. “I think at this juncture I should warn you, I could rally and fuck that smile off your lips.”

“Fuck, you’re adorable,” he groaned. “And tomorrow, you can try to make good on that threat.”

“Try to?” I huffed.

“Soph, if you think you fucking me is a threat, you’re wrong. If you think I won’t be sporting a satisfied smile after your pussy milks me dry, you’re again wrong. If you think I won’t be anything but fucking thrilled after I wring a few orgasms out of you, you’re seriously mistaken. But for tonight, we’re done. Tomorrow after you’re done fucking me we can discuss your disappointment.”

As if I’d be disappointed.

Valentine’s hand around my throat loosened and slid up to cup my face.

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