Page 59 of Harmless
Oh shit.
I said I loved him.
I didn’t mean it like that, but that didn’t make the words any less true. I was in the process of falling for him, that was for damn sure. I probably started falling the first time I watched him fight.
And I was loving this sexual dynamic between us too. I’d never been in the role of a truly dominant partner before. With Santos, it just seemed to work. What I had with Torr was more traditional in a sense, and I loved that too. I guess that put me firmly in switch territory. I loved being manhandled and thrown around by Torr just as much as I loved bossing Santos.
It was such a rush, the control Santos handed over to me. But I had to be careful too. The last thing I wanted to do was abuse this control, and make him feel like this wasn’t a safe space for him. He trusted me, and I was determined to make sure that trust was well-earned.
So rather than answer Santos’ question of if I loved him, I gave him my best stern expression while yanking my shoestring through the eyelets of my boots.
“Put your hands together above your head.”
He slapped his wrists together, tongue darting out to lick his lips as he watched me with greedy eyes. I stood in front of him, my breasts at his eye level while I bound up his wrists in the black cord.
His warm breath teased my skin as he stretched forward, testing his limits while I took his hands away.
“May I please give you a kiss while you do that?” he asked, low and husky, his mouth within inches of my nipple.
“No.” I tugged at the knots around his wrists, then slid a finger between the bindings. When I was satisfied the tie would hold him without cutting off circulation, I bent down and took his chin in my hand. “But I appreciate you asking politely.”
I dropped a chaste kiss on his lips, which he answered with a needy, frustrated groan.
“How’s this?” I tugged at his wrist bindings again. “Too tight?”
“No, it’s good.” His eyes roamed over me as I stepped back, teeth sinking into his lower lip. “And you are perfect.”
“Keep talking like that and you’ll get to come in no time.” I stroked his cheek, admiring the new flexion of muscles in his arms and chest with his hands trussed up like that. He rested his hands on top of his head, cheek leaning into my hand as he looked up at me, so adoring and eager.
I dropped my hand and brought it to my hip. “Stand up.”
Santos rose to his feet with feline grace, all masculine muscle and power as he towered over me.
“Lie back on the bed,” I told him.
He walked backward, looking behind him only once so he didn’t trip, and I watched with rapt fascination. Using his elbows and strong legs to shimmy up toward the pillows, he somehow made it look hot and not at all awkward.
“Is this where you’d like me, paloma?” His head and bound hands rested on a pillow, long body overtaking my bed with his feet splayed out, relaxed.
His cock, though, was anything but.
It stood straight up like a column, the thickness and slight upward curve promising an incredible ride. The blunt head of him was glossy with precum, just begging for me to spread it around with my hand. Or my mouth.
Damn, did I really have to wait to taste him? I was in charge, right? Who was to stop me from going down on such a beautiful specimen right now?
Patience, I reminded myself.Stick to what you told him. Don’t change the rules.
“Youare perfect.” I lowered onto the edge of the bed, and Santos beamed at me repeating his words. “Just look at you stretched out on my bed for me. And this gorgeous cock.”
I leaned over and circled my hand around his head. With a firm stroke, I spread the wetness from his tip down and around his shaft. “Is all this for me?” I asked in a whisper.
“Yes,” Santos hissed, hips rolling up to pump through my fist. “All for you. I’ve never gotten so hard for anyone like I do for you.”
Jesus. How could he expect me to be a stern domme when everything he said made me melt?
Keeping my hand on his length, I leaned up to kiss him and fuck...it had only been minutes but it felt like I’d gone without kissing him for years. The tension between us was as taut as a piano wire, every little exchange of power between us pulling it tighter. My pussy pulsed with a needy ache, and I didn’t have to touch myself to know that I was soaked and already on the verge of another orgasm.
Santos clearly felt the same on his end. The passion he poured into kissing me was heightened by his soft moans and the hypnotic rolls of his hips, thrusting his cock through my stroking hand.
