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This time, she doesn’t hesitate. “Pirate.”
“Good girl. Let’s get started.”
Chapter 9
Tink
There is nothing like a blindfold to change the face of a scene. I wasn’t lying when I said I trust Hook with my body, but not being able to see what’s coming has anticipation and a delicious lick of fear curling through me. There is only one true rule in the Underworld, but there have been times in the past when people broke it. When someone was threatened or harmed because of an ignored safe word.
I might be facing down a tsunami of fear at the thought of what the future holds, but I know right down to my bones that Hook won’t do anything tonight that I’m not 100 percent into.
I just don’t knowwhathe’s going to do.
His big hand comes to rest at the back of my neck. Not gripping, exactly. It’s more of a steadying touch and hell if I don’t lean back into it. He’s my rock in the sea of blackness, the one thing I can be sure of in this room. His voice sounds in my ear, low and intimate. “I’m feeling particularly generous, so I’m going to give you a series of choices tonight.”
It’s a trap. It has to be.
I lick my lips. “Okay.”
“First up—pain or pleasure?”
I strain my ears, but I can’t sense anything except him at my back. I suspect he left the room when I heard the door open and shut, but I’ve also seen that trick set up to onlyseemlike the Dominant left their submissive unattended. The agony of waiting without knowing for sure is a special kind of foreplay.
If he did leave … What did he leave to do?
In the end, I can only answer him honestly. “Both.”
His chuckle rumbles through me, and I clench my thighs together in response. I’ve denied my attraction to him for so long, it’s as if it’s been building all this time, a volcano ready to erupt in a flurry of really impulsive fucking decisions. Even knowing that, I can’t stop. I’m trapped and afraid, and damn it, I’m going to take this little slice of pleasure for myself, and I’m not making a single damn apology for it.
I want Hook. It’s enough of a reason to take it.
His free hand catches mine. “Greedy girl. You think I won’t give you exactly what you want and more?”
“What I want is your cock.” The words burst free, a truth I’ve been actively ignoring for far too long.
“As always, my offer stands.” His mouth brushes my bare shoulder. “Providing you’re willing to get on your knees and beg.”
I know I’m going to get to that point. It’s inevitable. I want him inside me. I want him using his body to pound away my worries until we’re sweaty and exhausted and sated. I just plain want him. But I’m a prideful creature, and I can’t make myself beg. Not like this. Not yet.
I shake my head slowly. “No.”
Instead of sounding disappointed, his voice is downright delighted. “I thought as much. Don’t worry, beautiful girl. I said I’ll take care of you tonight, and I have every intention offollowing through on that.” He pauses, the moment filled with anticipation. I can’t help holding my breath as Hook releases my hand, though he keeps the heavy weight of his palm against my neck. He strokes his thumb down the side of my throat. “Since you can’t have my cock, I’ve arranged for several substitutes.”
A second set of hands land lightly on my hips, calluses pressing against my over-sensitized skin. Even knowing better, I jump. A rough laugh in front of me tells me what I already suspected from the touch. Gaeton. No one has hands quite as large as his. A moment later, his breath ghosts over my stomach, and then his tongue follows. I have to fight back a flinch. I love my body, but I’m not immune to body image issues. My stomach is soft, and there are several other body parts I’d prefer his mouth on if I had a choice.
Hook’s voice in my ear drags me back to the here and now. “Cross your wrists at the small of your back.”
I move slowly to obey. Too slowly, because Gaeton snags my wrists and guides them to where Hook wants. He pins them in place with a single hand and Hook tsks. “Are you planning on being difficult, Tink?”
“I’m always difficult.” My voice is breathy despite my best efforts.
“That’s the fucking truth,” Gaeton murmurs against my stomach. He bypasses the garter belt, and his tongue dips beneath the band of my panties. Not enough touch to do more than tease with the promise of later.
“Mmm.” Hook isn’t quite laughing at me, but he sounds like he wants to. I’ve had Doms of every flavor over the years, but he’s one of the few who doesn’t bother with the distant power thing. He’s amused and enjoying the hell out of himself already and isn’t bothering to play games. At least not games of emotional distance. Heisplaying games,though. “I suppose we’ll have to ensure she keeps her hands where we can see them.”
Gaeton keeps stroking my hips and pressing lazy kisses along the line of my panties. Despite myself, I relax, letting Hook’s hand on the back of my neck support me a little as I arch my hips against Gaeton’s mouth.
Then a third set of hands touch me. Soft palms. Long nails. Feminine.
