Page 27 of Beneath the Scars
Her response makes my blood sing.
Trouble
Yes, Sir.
I still haven’t figured out if she’s saying that ironically or purposefully. Tonight might just be the night I finally find out. I can’t decide what I want the answer to be. Ironically means I can punish her for her insolence. Purposefully…well, I’ll have to show her exactly what her words do to me. Both options would bring a fuck ton of pleasure.
Twenty minutes later, I’m staring at the fire when the headlights of her car flood the field. I stand from my camping chair, my eyes glued to the way she gracefully climbs out of her hatchback.
“Hey, Trouble.”
Addie smirks as she saunters toward me. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been camping.”
“I come out here a lot when I need a bit of space.” I have no clue why I just told her that.
“I don’t blame you. It’s peaceful.”
Pinching her chin between my thumb and forefinger, I press a chaste kiss to her lips, reveling in the way she sways into me. Her eyes stay closed for a minute before her melted chocolate gaze meets mine.
Instead of giving in to my overwhelming desires, I take her small duffel and set it inside the tent. When I turn around, Addie’s got her head tilted back, looking at the stars. She’s pulled her hair up in a messy bun, baring the long line of her neck. I want to run my tongue across her skin to see if she tastes as good as I remember.
“Are you hungry?”
At my question, Addie drops her head to look at me. “Not for food.”
“Brat.”
She smirks, not at all sorry for teasing me.
I hold my hand out, and when our fingers are intertwined, I lead her to one of the camping chairs I set up around the fire. At my urging, she snuggles into my lap until her ass is teasing the fuck out of my rapidly filling cock.
“Sit still.”
Addie immediately freezes.
“Good girl,” I murmur into her ear. A shiver runs down her spine, and I revel in the effect I have on her. “What is your safe word?”
“Red.”
“And what happens if you use it?”
“Everything stops.”
“Will I be mad if you say it?”
“No.”
“Good girl. Now, I wanted to play tonight. If you don’t, we can sit here and enjoy each other’s company instead. I’ll be happy with either outcome.”
“I want to play,” Addie breathes. Her gaze locks with mine, the truth in her words plain to see.
I nod. “Go in the tent, take your clothes off, and wait for me on the mattress.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her serious expression answers my earlier question. She’s not saying it to be a brat. She’s naturally falling into a submissive headspace, and I can’t deny how erotic it is to hear it coming from her lips.
I stay in my chair, listening to Addie rustle around in the tent. My body is screaming at me to join her this very minute. No one has ever tested my control the way Addie does. It’s as if I’m that young twenty-year-old again, just learning my sexual preferences. The first few times I played at the BDSM club, I couldn’t last longer than ten minutes.
I force myself to wait a little while after Addie settles down in the tent. Then I’m grabbing the supplies I brought out of my truck and unzipping the door.
