Page 33 of Darkness Tempt Me
“Will we have safe words?” he asks suddenly, swaying his hips to the sensual music. He’s still wearing the sparkling blue tux pants, but he ditched the jacket and dress shirt and stripped down to the tank underneath.
I practically choke on my drink. “Say what now?”
Peyton laughs as he confidently takes my glass of whiskey and brings it to his lips. The lights of Club Veriz sparkle brightly around us. We are in the VIP section of the club at a private table. Off in the distance, my mother is dancing with Iris and Hunter.
I pluck the drink from myverytipsy husband’s hand and pull him into my lap. “What are you talking about?” Peyton sways. Okay, maybe my little assistant is more than just tipsy.
“You know, safe words and limits.”
Fucking hell, we haven’t even kissed yet, and the boy wants to talk about safe words. I swipe the pad of my thumb over Peyton’s lips. “Are you talking about kinks, husband?”
God, husband. I think I can get used to that word.
Peyton nods eagerly. “Why don’t I say a kink or fantasy, then you tell me one?”
I chuckle, continuing to trace his tantalizing bottom lip. “Just how many kinks are you into, sweet Pey?”
“Do I have to have a limit?” Mischief sparkles in his eyes. “I like the idea of somnophilia.”
My cock jerks in my pants, and my fingers dig into his hips, holding him in place. “Giving or receiving?” I ask in a rough voice.
“Both.” He tries to wiggle in my lap, drawing attention to the press of his round ass against my hard length.The little brat is doing it on purpose.“Wouldn’t it be hot to wake up to someone pleasuring you?” he wonders, innocently batting his lashes.
Millions of images flood my mind at once: me taking him; him pleasuring me; me covering his mouth and sliding into his lubed-up hole while he sleeps; Peyton wanting me so badly he can’t wait till I wake up. “Fuck. There’d be nothing hotter than waking up to your pretty little lips wrapped around my cock, Pey.”
He blinks. “Fuuuck,” he whispers.
I pull him tighter against me, guiding his ass to press harder against my erection. “What else?” I whisper into his ear. The club music plays loudly around us, and I can’t entirely be sure he even heard me, but he shivers at the sensation.
“Aren’t we supposed to be taking turns?”
“What else, Pey? Tell me what else you’re into,” I command. I slide my hand under his tank top and skim his skin with my fingertips. If the little tease is going to get me hard in a dance club, then I’m going to return the favor.
“I like the idea of you dominating me, manhandling me, being so turned on that you can’t do anything but take me frantically, nearly feral. I like the idea of primal play. The chase,” he moanswantonly. “To have you just shoving yourself inside me, unable to stop yourself.”
“You like it rough,” I growl low in my throat, guiding Peyton’s hips so that he’s practically giving me an erotically charged lap dance right here at our table.
Peyton laughs. “Do you like that, Daddy?”
I freeze, heart pounding. “Are you saying you’re into Daddy kink too?”
Peyton nods. “Yes.”
“What does the kink mean to you?”
“I mean, it’s hot to call someone Daddy in bed, but it’s more than that for me.” A flush spreads across his face.
“Go on,” I encourage.
He takes a deep breath. “Whether I call someone Daddy, or Sir, or something else entirely, I want to find the person who yearns to take care of me. Protect me. Keep me safe while he makes sure I do basic things like eat, sleep, or even play. It’s hard to explain,” he sighs. “I’m an adult, and of course I can do these things on my own. I like to be independent and useful while I’m at work. But that’s because I know what I’m doing when I’m there. I have a purpose. At home, I just want to turn off my brain and trust someone enough to let me…submit.”
The thudding beat of my heart is so loud, I can’t hear the music around us. All I can see is Peyton. The only thing I can feel is him in my lap. A dream. “That’s beautiful. Thank you for telling me.” I want to lean in and kiss him.
He shrugs, staring off in the distance. “I just want to find my person. The person I would do anything for, and he would do anything for me. Someone to call mine.”
Suddenly, Iris appears by our side and tugs at Peyton’s hand. I almost snarl at her like a predator who’s finally getting what he desperately wants for the first time.
Instead, I lean back in my seat and sip my whiskey. My CEO mask falls back into place as I watch my assistant join our friends on the dance floor. Peyton sways his hips, his head thrown back, arms in the air.Fuck. I’d do anything for this man.His words replay in my head. I already do all those things. I protect him, keep him safe, kill for him. I want to do more. I want to be his.Need it.
