Page 54 of Playing With Danger

He’d said that like he’d committed a mortal sin.

“I’m hearing you, but I don’t think I’m understanding,” I admitted.

His face changed. That’s the only way to describe what had happened. It became guarded, unsure, and hesitant. One of the things I really liked about Valentine was when you had his attention, you had it—period. But right then in the silence, his focus so acute, with him looking so uncomfortable, I wanted to close my eyes and forget I was seeing what I was seeing.

“I liked it,” he repeated like a confession.

I still didn’t get it. Especially the part that sounded like he’d admitted a deep, dark secret.

“I didn’t hurt you?”

“That’s the part I liked, Sophie.”

Puzzle pieces shifted. But I wasn’t fond of his tone.

“And you think I’ll judge you for that?”

He blinked.

Oh my God. He did. He thought I was judgy.

“That doesn’t feel good, Valentine,” I whispered.

He remained silent and that didn’t feel good either.

“I need you to talk to me, Valentine. I feel like I’m missing something here.”

“I just told you I liked you tearing up my back with your nails.”

So maybe the puzzle I’d worked out wasn’t depicting the same picture as the one he was trying to lay out.

“Okay?”

Another blink.

“The pain of that, Sophie. I got off knowing you were so out of your head you were marking me. And fuck yeah, it hurt. I got off on that, too. The pain you were inflicting while taking my cock. I needed you mindless, I needed your nails digging in, I needed the control that gave me. Then I got so lost in you and it scared the fuck out of me.”

Everything he said had been exactly what I’d been feeling. I had been mindless, so much so I hadn’t realized I was hurting him.

“And here’s more for you,” he spat. “Those bruises you said you wanted? Careful with that, Sophie. You have no idea what you’re asking for. I’ll give you my mark. I’ll sink my teeth into your tit and mark it as mine. I’ll dig my fingers into your skin until you wear my prints. I’ll smack your ass while I fuck you hard until you beg me to stop. Then I’ll worship every inch of you so you know you belong to me and you’ll beg me do it again. I’ll work hard at it, Sophie. I’ll make it so you’ll never come again unless it’s at my command. I’ll wrap my hand around your throat, collar you, and make sure you know down to your soul that hand around your neck belongs to the man who owns every fucking part of you. And while I’m giving you that, you’ll be mindless. You’ll bite, scratch, draw blood, and I’ll get off on that, too. I’ll control every part of you while you’re taking my cock, my fingers, or my tongue. Now, Sophie, do you understand?”

I understood my pussy was convulsing and excitement was leaking down my thighs.

“I understand,” I confirmed.

Then because he was Valentine and he’d just laid it out and he’d made it safe for me to be me, I returned the favor.

“I understand that if you don’t fuck me again right now I’m going to make you watch while I get myself off because I’m in desperate?—”

I got no further.

Valentine bent forward, planted his shoulder in my belly, and hoisted me up into a fireman’s hold. I grunted. He tore the spent condom off and tossed it into the sink before he carried me back into the bedroom.

He bent again, unceremoniously dropped me onto the bed, and demanded, “Spread wide. Knees bent. Feet on the edge.”

I did what I was told with my eyes glued to the hand stroking the long length of his cock.

Valentine fell between my legs, one hand near my head holding himself up, the other jerking his cock.

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