Page 31 of King of Malice
The ache starts between my legs, throbbing with need as I move toward the edge of the bed. I just got done thinking he was the last man I should be getting closer to.
“Do you want to sit on my face, have me lap at your pussy until you cum all over me?”
I gasp, a flood of excitement soaking my panties in an instant. “Do you want me inside you? I can’t stop you, can’t touch you any way you don’t want. I am yours to command.”
“Dimitri,” I plead, his name just falling from my lips. I keep saying it, but it means something different every time I do. This time… “This is a bad idea.”
“I disagree. I think it’s an excellent idea. I think this will help you experience sexual satisfaction with another person with safety and control.”
My mouth opens but then closes again. He’s not wrong. “Take off your shirt,” he commands.
I reach for the hem and then pause, looking up at the ceiling. “I thought I was in control.”
He smiles at me then, settling deeper into the bed.
I reach out a hand, trailing it over his chest. His skin is coarser than mine. Darker. As my finger trails over his nipple, it peaks just like mine would.
I gasp even as he sucks in a breath.
A tent is forming in his dress slacks, and I keep running my hand down his body, over the ridges of his six-pack abs to the narrow belt on his pants. He’s so gorgeous and in this moment, he’s all mine. I want to touch him everywhere, feel every part of him.
My tongue darts out to lick my own lips as I flick open the buckleand then reach down the with the other hand, using both, to undo his pants.
The tent grows bigger. “Ava.”
My gaze darts up to his. “What?”
“What are you doing?”
“You said I could explore. I’m exploring.” And then I pull down the zipper. “Lift,” I softly command.
The voice that told me I should not do this is barely a whisper, my curiosity and desire drowning it out.
He lifts up his hips, his stomach rippling as I tug the pants and briefs underneath down to his thighs.
His cock stands at attention, large and thick.
I thought it might scare me, but I don’t feel fear at all. Only more raw desire as I reach out my finger and trail it over the tip.
A pearl of liquid forms at the opening and, wrapping my fingers around the girth, I brush my thumb over it, spreading it over his skin.
His jaw locks as he leaks more precum. That’s when I lean down and flick out my tongue, taking a small taste.
“Milaya,” he rumbles out, the sound ripping from his throat. But, for once, I barely attend his voice. I’m transfixed.
This is like some deep fantasy come to life. No fear. No worry. Just exploration, desire, and fulfillment. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted and didn’t know how to make happen.
I let go and finally do as he commands, ripping off my shirt and then reaching behind me to unclasp my bra, tossing it to the side.
His eyes drink me in, the desire in them undeniable and tonight, like this, it makes me even hotter. Knowing that he can’t grab me, force me, leaves me free to understand that his eyes are just telling me how much he wants me, not that he’ll hurt me.
I hook my thumbs in the waist of my leggings and then I shove them down my thighs, knees, and finally off my feet.
Standing back up, I watch him, watching me, the heat of his gaze making me flush.
“Jesus, you’re beautiful,” Dimitri grunts. “Even better than I imagined.”
I don’t say anything. I’m not using him exactly, but I’m deep in my own head, finally able to explore all the pent-up need I’ve buried for so long. “I want to know what it feels like to have you inside me.”
