Page 17 of Resist

“It’s true. I just stick my tongue out and pussy lands on it.” That’s not the flex I meant it to be, but it still makes her smile.

“So my pussy’s not special, is that what you’re telling me?” She purses her lips through her smile, raising a questioning brow.

“Oh, it’s special.” I grin at her. “But if you’re gonna slut shame yourself about riding my face we’re going to have problems. Okay?”

She regards me with those piercing eyes, from under her long, dark eyelashes. “I know, you’re right. And I enjoyed it.”

“Then your problem is what, exactly?” I lean back on my elbows so I’m almost lying flat on the floor.

Her eyes flicker to my still hard crotch. “I don’t know. We didn’t talk beforehand. No limits, no safe words or aftercare, no discussions of any kind. Hell, I barely know your name and here we are...” She gestures at me. “You’re intimately acquainted with my hood piercing.”

A quiver of satisfaction ripples through my body. “I am. I loved every second. And just because we’re kinky and know that we should talk beforehand, doesn’t mean that sometimes we don’t let our inner animals take over.”

She’s not wrong, however. As dungeon master, especially, it’s my job to make sure people are safe within these walls. Shit. I could have really fucked up. I let my personal life leak into my life here at the club, that’s what pushed me to act with Cecelia. I know better than anyone that’s when mistakes happen.

Her stare is heavy on my face. “Do you generally need aftercare?” I’m not sure whether I can hear hope in her voice that I do need her, or she’s wishing with everything she has that I don’t.

“It depends on the situation, who I’m with, what we do... sometimes I don’t know until the next day...”

“I can give you my cell number in case you need to call or see me tomorrow?”

I think it’s hope. Or maybe it’smyhope I’m seeing reflected inhereyes because I’d love to see this woman again, and I’ll grasp at any opportunity to do just that. “Sure. That works.”

She helps me to my feet. “You good?” She’s staring at my legs like she’s evaluating my ability to stand up. “You want me to take care of that bulge for you?”

It’s sweet that she offered, and to be honest, I really do need to let off some steam. My dick’s so hard I’m afraid it might crack when I walk. But I don’t want her to think I only ate her out so she’d suck my cock. I know that turnabout is fair play, but I simply wanted to make her feel good.

“I’m good,” I manage, even though the idea of those perfectly red lips sucking me off has me leaking through my fucking pants.

She reaches across to the table near the door and swipes a granola bar. “You should eat something. You worked hard.”

When I take the snack from her well-manicured fingers, she sweeps her knuckles across my face, and while I lean into the touch, Cecelia stares at her hands like maybe she felt that flicker of electricity between us too. “You wanna find a quiet space to have a coffee?”

Her brows jerk like she’s surprised the words came out of her own mouth. It’s clear she’s been out of the game for a while.

“I’m okay if you’d rather not. I can’t tell if you’re saying that because you think you should after I ate you out like you were the most coveted dish at a five star restaurant, or you actually want to have a drink with me.”

Her lips twitch, and my chest flickers. Fuck. What’ll it be like when she eventually graces me with a full grin? I’m like a teenager with a crush in high school. All I want to do is make this woman smile.

“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t mean it.” She offers me her hand as though she’s still not convinced I’m steady on my feet. I tuck the granola bar into the front pocket of my pants, take another drink of water, put the lid on, then take her hand.

We’re not even six feet out of the room before Santiago de la Peña, a Protocol regular when he’s in town visiting from Iowa, appears before me.

He points at my crotch. “You want some help with that jefe?”

CHAPTER 6

Cora

From the painedlook on Sterling’s face after the impressive stranger points at his crotch, I know I messed up. Shit. I saw how he was tenting his pants and still walked out of the play room without finishing him off. I knew I shouldn’t have let him decline.

But he said he was fine, and, truth be told, considering I just had the best orgasm of my life, I don’t particularly feel like servicing him. I wanted to curl up and nap. Still kind of do.

This is why we should have had a conversation before I let my pussy assault his gorgeous fucking face and super-human tongue.

Setting expectations from the get-go, it’s one of the cornerstones of kink, and I just... I don’t know, I suppose my feral need to ride that man’s tongue took over in the moment. I don’t regret it, either, it was quite the ride.

Sterling’s face heats at the question from the man with the dangerous edge, and a muscle feathers in Sterling’s jaw as though he’s contemplating an answer.

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