Page 183 of Damaged Mogul
“Yes.”
“That’s not how the game is played, Lily. I give the orders. You”—I point at her—“submit.”
“I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“You had never played with your pussy in public until I came into the picture,” I say. “I can’t tell you how many timesI’ve jerked off to the memory of you being my dirty girl in my car.”
Our gazes clash, and she squares her shoulders.
A battle of wills plays out in silence.
I’m a patient man.
Her lips twist. “Got it. You give the orders.”
My good little submissive.
“Do I need a safe word?”
That’s the last question I expected from her. “No.”
“Isn’t that how it works?”
“Isn’t this your first time in an adult club? What do you know about safe words?”
She cringes. “The heroes in romance books often suggest one.”
This isn’t a fiction novel and I’m no knight in shining armor.“We’re not going to do anything that would require a safe word.” I set her mind at ease. “If something doesn’t feel comfortable, tell me, and everything stops.”
“Okay.”
“Any other questions?”
“Can you help me with my wings?” She turns around. “It’s a two-person job.”
“My pleasure.”
I slide the wings off her body before placing them on the floor. I make sure to place them out of the way. I don’t want to have to explain to Rod how my kinky ways ruined his wife’s wings. I reach for the two long sticks protruding from her hair like chopsticks, pull them out, and toss them so they land near the wings. Her long hair tumbles over her shoulders, down her back, the tips flirting with her ass cheeks. Unable to resist, I run my fingers through her thick, silky mane.
“You have the most beautiful hair.”
Lily turns around. “Thanks.”
I push the cascade of hair off her shoulders.
I don’t want anything obstructing her beautiful body.
I grab her arm and pull her towards me.
She stares at me through hooded eyes.
Cupping the back of her head, I take her mouth in a heated kiss.
A part of me feels guilty for messing up her lipstick, but fuck it, I’ve missed her mouth so damn much. The kiss is a passionate storm––fervent, ardent, and intense. It sparks a foreign sensation in my chest I’ve never experienced before.
I pull away from her, so I don’t end up drowning in the kiss. “Hand over your panties. I need to have a taste of your other lips.”
She kicks off one shoe.
