Page 97 of Wicked Sin

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to focus on.”

“Off the top of your head, are there any words you don’t like, don’t want me to use again. Last night I veered a little too hard into cunt territory.”

Her eyes flare as I say the c-word, but she’s still smiling. “Cunt is actually okay…” She trails off, biting her lip. “But maybe better if I use it first. If I use it, then that’s a cue that I’m feeling it. Because sometimes it’s hot, and sometimes it’s very much not.”

“Got it.”

“Pussy is nice. Slit is good.”

Fuck, I’m getting hard. This is supposed to be a working session, not foreplay for me railing her hard and fast until we’re all sticky with sweat and come.

“How about scared? Little?”

She nods, then shakes her head. “Scared yes, but little…that may have been the trigger last night. Same with…” She takes a deep breath. “Tight.”

Those are both no-go words now, no question about it.

I cup her face in my hands. “Brave?”

She smiles. “I like that too, but kinda not the point.”

“It’s true, though.” I kiss her nose and try something else, assuming a role. “I bet you’re frightened of me.”

She smiles again, biting her lip at the same time. “Mmm.”

“I bet you want me to show you just how mean and scary I can be.”

Another nod, a shaky exhale.

I file that one away in the Definitely Use To Make Her Wet category. “And we’ve got those safe words, right? Remember that.”

“I didn’t want to use them,” she admits, her face crumpling. “That just seemed like so soon, I wanted to give the role play a chance.”

“You did. You came downstairs and found me. God, I was so fucking hard for you. Giving you that. That was a win, right? It doesn’t matter if it didn’t go exactly as planned for the duration. It started with a fucking bang, right?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“I’m all in on this, if you’re enjoying it. Don’t worry about that.”

“It’s more than enjoyment,” she says softly, gazing up at me. She looks impossibly vulnerable and endlessly beautiful. “I feel like this is giving me something I didn’t even know I wanted, but I desperately need. It’s wild. And wonderful.”

“I will do whatever it takes to make you burn from the inside out. Whatever you need to be a phoenix and rise from the ashes of whatever fucked you up before.”

“I need it all. I need it on my terms. I need you.”

“I’m yours.” A servant willing to do what it takes. I’m not going to heal her. I know that. She’s going to heal herself, and maybe part of that will be through testing all sorts of bounds inside our relationship.

But damn it, I want to be a witness to that for her.

“You said I should be honest?” She drags in a ragged breath as she looks me straight in the eye. “I’m feeling kind of anxious right now, and I really think coming would make me feel better.”

How can I argue with such unassailable logic?

“Your wish is my command,” I growl, shoving her legs apart with my hand. As she trembles, I trail my fingers up the inside of her thigh. “What are your words?”

“More, please, and thank you?”

“Red, yellow, and green.” I frown at her. “Where are we now.”

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