Page 70 of Born into Darkness

“Teaching you a lesson,svetik moy.” He lets up just enough to run his thumb over my clit, causing a quick rush of pleasure that he cuts off by giving me another pinch. “Are you sexy, sweetheart?”

“Huh?” My brain refuses to work. He’s reducing me to nothing but emotions, and my ability to hold a conversation is disappearing with each skillful touch he’s giving me.

He kisses me slowly while giving me another soft rub. “Tell me you’re sexy.”

Repeating words is something I can still manage, so I quickly nod and say, “I’m sexy.”

“Good girl,” he murmurs, giving me another rub. “That’s not something I want you to forget. I love your body, and I’m going to compliment it a lot because I think it’s perfection. It’s like every single inch of you was created just for me to enjoy. You make me hear the most beautiful music when I see you. You’re a walking symphony,svetik moy.”

He gives me another pinch, pulling a gasp from me as he nibbles on my bottom lip. “You’re not allowed to roll your eyes at me when I compliment you. It feels like you’re putting yourself down, and I don’t like that.”

“Okay,” I whisper, rocking my hips a bit in a shameless attempt to get anothergood girlrub.

He gives a soft laugh while running one long finger over my clit. I let out a relieved sigh, ready for the ecstasy that’s only seconds away, but before it can take hold, Max is pulling his hand up and sliding his wet fingers into his mouth with a groan of pleasure.

“Fuck, you taste good,” he growls when he’s cleaned up every drop of my arousal from his skin.

“You’re going to leave me like this?” I ask.

“I am,” he says with a big smile on his face. He gives me a wink and pats my ass. “Good girls get to come.”

“You just called me a good girl a second ago,” I remind him.

“I did, but you also rolled your eyes at me. How will you learn how to take a compliment if I don’t teach you?”

“Max,” I start to say, but he cuts me off with a kiss.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like being edged, sweetheart, because we both know you’re going to be dripping wet all fucking day because of it.”

He’s right, and my silence has him giving another soft laugh.

“It looks like you bring out a domineering side of myself that I never knew I had.” He cups my face and says, “I’ve always known I like to be in control. I like precision and can be a bit obsessive about things, but I never knew that would carry over into the bedroom.”

He steps closer, letting me feel the hard length of him as it presses into my stomach.

“But the idea of controlling you, of tying you up and spanking you, of edging you for hours while you beg me to let you come—fucking hell, sweetheart, I think I’ve found my new addiction. So, yes,” he says, while running his thumb over my parted lips. “I’m going to leave you needy and wet and wanting more because it pleases me to know you’re going to be walking around like this. It makes me rock-fucking-hard to know this intimate detail about you, and to know that you’re not going to disobey me by getting yourself off.”

“You sure about that?” I whisper.

The grin he gives me is downright feral. “I’m positive, because you’re not just a good girl, Talia. You’remygood girl, and you and I both know it.”

The soft whimper I give as arousal drips down my inner thighs is all the confirmation he needs. He kisses me hard, letting me know exactly how much he loves this, how much it turns him on to know that I’m going to willingly go along with this.

He breaks the kiss and murmurs, “Looks like I’m not the only one discovering kinks. Is my girl a bit of a submissive?”

“I don’t know,” I say, being honest. “I’ve never thought about this kind of stuff before. I mean, obviously I’ve heard of it and read about it in books, but I didn’t think it was something I’d be into.”

“And now?”

He dances his fingers along the side of my breast, making my whole body break out in goosebumps. “I think I might be really into it.”

“We’re going to test that theory,” he says, running his thumb over my nipple. “I want you to wear your yoga pants again, but no panties this time, sweetheart.”

“You want me in yoga pants and no underwear?” I ask, already thinking about how wet I am and how awkward this is going to be.

“I do, and you’re not allowed to touch this pussy without my permission. Understood?”

“Yes.”

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