Page 36 of Camping with the Boss

He shuts his eyes as if trying to maintain control. But that’s the opposite of what I want.

“Wade—”

He pulls me on top of him, slotting our legs together. His erection presses against my hip, and I moan. He’s so big. But before I can do anything embarrassing, like coming just from the sound of his ragged breaths or the feel of his body against mine, he reaches between us and wraps his hand around my dick. I gasp, burying my face in his neck, no control left as I thrust into his hand, looking for friction.

He squeezes, and I try not to lose control. “Please?” But I’m not sure what I’m begging for.

“Sweetheart,” he says, kissing the side of my face. “I’m trying to be good. We need to take this slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I… What if I like pain?”

He nips at my chin. “And how do you know? Do you practice?” The playful expression slides off his face. “Wait, Can. Are you hurting yourself? I’m…not shaming. I just need to know.”

“No,” I say quickly. I feel like an idiot. “Just spanking and stuff—not that I’ve spanked myself.” I squeeze my eyes shut.Jesus.I gesture vaguely. “But I’ve watched…you know. I don’t think it’s the pain exactly. More…” But I can’t say it. My face is burning up.

“The humiliation? Being told what to do and how to do it?”

“Yes, that. And lately, I’ve imagined…you. Doing that to me.”

He swears. “I’m not going to survive this.”

I wait patiently, or not so patiently, for Wade to regain control. His eyes are dark coals, burning away my fears.

“You want me to boss you around?”

“God, yes.”

“Tell you what I want and expect you to obey me?”

“Yes.” Breathing is more difficult.

“Use you however I want?”

“Yes. Please.”

“I…” Wade takes a quick breath. “This is intense for your first time, Can.”

“Yes, but…”

He tilts his head, a small smile on his lips. “But?”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t want it.”

Wade nods as if he expected as much. “You need a safeword.”

“I don’t think I do.”

“This is nonnegotiable.” His commanding tone sends delicious sparks through my body. I don’t want to think or decide anything. I just want him.

“Fine,” I say, needing to get past this. “How about stop?”

“No.” His eyes are warm despite his words. “Don’t give me that look. By the end of tonight, you’ll be desperately begging me not to stop.”

“Oh.” My face heats with embarrassment. I’m so clueless. Why would he even want?—

He taps my cheek lightly. “No spiraling,” he says. “Give me a word.”

“Frog?”

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