Page 76 of Dr. Bad Boy

He nods, his expression hard to read. “But you were afraid?”

A real question this time, and I don’t hold back my honest answer. “Yes. A little.” God, the rush of adrenaline, the sharpness of the relief, is overwhelming. I start to shake again.

“You didn’t safeword.”

“No. I trust you.”

“Even when you think I’m dangerous?” His eyes are dark, glittering.

“Especially then,” I whisper.

The flare in his gaze is all the reward I could ever ask for. “Do you know how much I like to hear that?”

I nod.

"I want to push you tonight, kitten. Get you buzzing." He caresses my cheek. We've talked about sub-space. I've never experienced it, and I'd like to.

I lick my lips. "I trust you, Max. To do whatever you want with me."

"If you slide into sub-space, I'll want to fuck you." The last two words make me tremble in an entirely different way. I want that, so much. Sex while flying, totally blissed out? Yes, please. He grips my chin firmly. "Where are we at?"

I beam. "Green, Max."

"Music to my ears." He steps back and reaches for the tray. I think he’s going for his belt, but he reaches past it and picks up a pair of scissors I hadn’t noticed before. They’re big and they’ve got blunt ends. Safety scissors. I don’t move my head, but I flick my gaze around, looking for the rope I assume they go with.

There’s no rope.

“Hold still,” he says roughly, walking around me. A thrill jolts through me as the cool metal slides against the skin on my hip. A quiet snip sounds and I feel the fishnet pull open on my ass, quickly followed by a hard pinch that makes me jerk. Oh.

Oh, yes.

“Excellent,” he murmurs, repeating the action a little higher up, then on my back, and around my ribcage to just beneath my breast. Each one is ouchy, but that one makes me groan, and he flicks my nipple. “Too much?”

“No,” I gasp. “Good.”

He chuckles. “Right answer, kitten. I’m just getting started.” He pulls on my nipple again, then cups my breast, but he’s only lifting it up to give him more room to cut a bit more of the fishnet away.

To bare more skin, which he pinches.

Hard.

This time, he doesn’t move on. He circles that spot as the warmth spreads, then pinches again. It’s sharper this time, but headier too. I sway into it, wanting more.

The scissors hit the tray with a clatter and he presses against my side, his erection hard. His hand lightly circles my throat, holding me firmly against him. “What did I tell you?”

“Hold still,” I whisper.

“We’re going to be here for a while, kitten.”

“Yes, Max.”

He kisses the top of my head. “That’s better. You can do it, I know you can. And by the time I’m done, you’ll be flying, won’t you?”

I nod. Oh yeah. I already feel buzzy.

“Your submission is such a gift, Violet.” He curls his hand around my throat, squeezing once his fingers are around the side and he’s off my windpipe. “Thank you.”

I shudder. Why do two little words have such a strong effect on me?

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