Page 128 of Darling Psycho

Discovering her desires was like unwrapping a gift of many layers.

Each night, he peeled back another one and became obsessed with what she showed him.

Now, as she gazed at him, the adoring clarity to see on her tanned face, he put down the spatula, walked around the island, and took her by the neck, a favorite hold she loved. She didn’t expect his lips, and she gasped into his mouth as he kissed her fast and dirty. When he pulled back, she grabbed his forearms. “More, just a little more, grumpy.” He gave her a little more. Her greed fed him better than food ever could.

“You walk into a room, and you don’t kiss me? Are these the manners I’ve been teaching you, Angela?”

The distorted noise to come out of her throat was pure sex, and she rested her forehead on his chest before setting her eyes up. They were smiling. “How terrible of me. I just never learn my lesson, do I?”

“Hm. You don’t.”

He got back to the stove, pouring the food onto two plates.

“So... about these kinky things. Tell me everything, grumpy.”

She looked eager... shy.

He took her to the deep end right off the bat as he cut into the eggs and brought the fork to his mouth.

“How do you feel about ropes?”

TWENTY-NINE

“If the shed is rockin’, don’t come knockin’.” - Angela

Did someone turn the heat on, or was Angela cooking underneath her skin?

Wow. It had been such a lot of dirty information to digest at once, her brain was still whirling.

While she sat on the bed in a towel after a long shower, she was panicking.

Was she woman enough to satisfy Lawless?

They’d been having some incredible sex, but now she wondered had he been holding himself back for her? Dampening his desires to suit her?

Rope play.

Restraints.

Delayed gratification.

Tantric.

Edging.

He said he wasn’t into blood/knife play (thank the newborn baby Jesus, Angela thought), but he had done it in the past. And he’d taken part in orgies, D/s scenes. Dominant pain play in front of a crowd. Then she learned about his sex club membership in Denver.

What she derived and what she’d kind of knew already, Lawless liked control like she enjoyed bread. She was good with him being in control of their sex life. She’d had better, longer, and more intense orgasms with his hands on her body than she’d had in her self-exploration, toys included.

After her initial mental digesting, she’d asked to see his sex shed. He’d laughed at the name, but took her hand and led her around the side of the cabin. Of course, she’d nosed in there already. He knew that. But she hadn’t walked around or touched anything. Angela was surprised at how warm it was, and Lawless told her about the under-floor heating. Then he’d told her about body temperature control by plummeting it to colder degrees while someone was chained up.

God in heaven, she nearly fainted.

Did he want to do that to her?

It wasn’t a surprise she got off on Lawless. His kisses, muscular arms, his voice, and dirty words, the way he lay on top of her or wrenched her legs apart and ate her like he was starving. She’d thought that was his kinks, but this... it was so out of her realm, she now doubted she could fully satisfy him.

No wonder Jay Benz wanted Lawless back. They were probably two peas in a very kinky pod.Ugh.

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