Page 54 of Lockout

“What else?” Her lips twitched and a small blush tinged her cheeks. “I can’t read minds, Baby Girl.”

She groaned as I pinched her nipple. “I don’t know,” she said in a breathy moan.

I frowned down at her. She wasn’t being forthcoming about her wants, but I could be patient. And I wasn’t a man who had a ton of time on my hands to play games. To find out what she liked. Honestly, she might not be telling me since I’d gotten a bit pissed when she’d mentioned boyfriends. I didn’t want to think about any other man touching what was mine. And she belonged to me now.

“That’s alright. I’ll find out for myself,” I said, lowering my head and raking my teeth over her other nipple. The scent of her skin made me ache to have a taste of her sweet cunt. “Whatdon’tyou like?”

She froze again, but didn’t hesitate with the answer. “I don’t like a lot of pain.”

“Noted. Have you ever been spanked? Besides this morning, I mean.”

“Only by you,” she said, glaring at me.

I chuckled remembering the time she’d pissed me off to the point where I’d given her a couple of swats. I’d done it in front of a couple of my brothers, which wasn’t ideal but there’d been no rationalizing with myself at the time. “Did you like it?”

“No. You had no right-”

“Don't act like a little brat and I won’t treat you like one,” I said, raising a brow.

Her eyes narrowed on me. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, then call me a brat when I don’t obey.”

“Don’t I?” I teased. Like I’d told her, I wasn’t a dominant. I didn’t expect her to follow a bunch of rules, but that time she’d put herself in danger.

I slid my hand down her stomach, pausing at the small, red birthmark on her left hip, then kept going down until I found her cunt. When I ran my finger over her pussy, her eyes went wide and those pretty lips parted on a gasp. I cupped between her thighs. She was so damn warm and I just knew her clit was throbbing for attention. “This is mine,” I told her in a low growl. “If you’re going to be my old lady, you’re going to belong to me.” She opened her mouth to argue, but I cut her off. “Just like I’ll belong to you.”

She stared at me, wide eyed. She hadn’t been expecting that. Her nod was slow, but sure.

“You don’t fuck other people, you tell me if something is worrying you, and you don’t put yourself in danger. Those are my rules. Can you live with that?” I didn’t just want her pussy. I wanted her heart. Her soul. I wanted all that she was, wrapped up around everything about me. But there was time to tell her all that later. After we’d gotten to know each other better.

She nodded again, then moaned when I rubbed my finger over her clit. She was slick. Already wet for me. She started to grind her pussy down on my palm, fucking it.

My mouth dried at the sight, and I let my gaze take a lazy journey back up her body until our eyes locked. “I’m going to need you to agree verbally, Keely.”

Her lips twitched, but she gasped out, “I can live with that.”

“Good girl.” I slid a finger inside her body, my groan mixing with hers as her core clamped down on me.

“I’m going to ask you something,” she said, staring at the ceiling and biting her lower lip as she took a deep breath, gathering her courage.

“I don’t think now is the time,” I chuckled, but kept pumping my finger in and out of her pussy, enjoying her writhing and grinding as I brought her pleasure.

“It’s about your...kinks,” she panted.

I paused and stared up at her. “What about them?”

“Have you ever done the dominant/submissive thing before? Is that why you know it’s not for you?”

“No, but I’m familiar with it,” I told her. “I’m not a dom.”

“I know,” she said with a small nod. I could see that it was hard for her to keep her focus enough to ask while I was finger fucking her. “And I don’t want to be a submissive. I just wanted to throw that out there.”

Moving down between her splayed thighs, I took a leisurely lick of her pussy. Like she was an ice cream cone. Fuck. I loved the taste of pussy. I could lay here and eat her all day. I planned to bring her to tears before I was done. The good kind though. I had to grip her thighs to keep her from squirming away. “No more talking about that shit right now. I want you to focus.” She nodded and I smiled down at her, feeling her pussy clench around my finger.

She was close already.

“Don’t worry, Cables, I won’t spank you...this time.” Lowering my head, I added my tongue to her clit and her legs started shaking. I kept my touch light. Not giving her enough friction.

“Liam,” she growled, using my real name. “Don’t tease.”

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