Page 37 of Resist Me (Men of Inked 3)
I giggled, covering my mouth and quickly turning my face back to stone.
He sighed and continued. “I am demanding. I need control in the bedroom. It’s hard to explain it.”
“Are you a swinger?” I blurted.
“Fuck no. What kinda shit do you have in that head?”
I shrugged and waited for him to go on.
“I don’t want to control your life. I want a partner, but inside the bedroom or anywhere I’m taking you…I’m the boss.”
“Okay. I don’t have any complaints when it comes to you and sex.”
“Good,” he said, and smiled, lightly touching my cheek. “Are you into kink?”
I smiled. Kink should be my middle name, but I’d play dumb for his sake. “Like what?”
“Why did you call me master when we had sex?” he asked with one eyebrow cocked.
“Felt right, and I was being a total smartass. I’ve been to a kink club in Tampa with my girlfriends once or twice to check shit out.”
“What?” he asked, his eyes growing wide.
“You know. We were curious. There was so much talk on the news about submission. We wanted to see what all the fuss was about.” I shrugged, feeling my cheeks turning pink as heat crept up my neck.
“Did you do anything when you were there?”
“James, I may have been easy for you, but I don’t just fuck around with every cock that comes my way.”
He sucked in a breath. I thought I’d given him a little too much information.
“Let’s just say it was eye opening.”
“Did you like what you saw?”
“Let’s say it piqued my interest.”
“Did it make you wet?” he asked, running his knuckles down my cheek before resting his hand on my neck.
“Some things.” I smiled, heat spreading throughout my body.
“Which things?”
“Have you been to one of those clubs?” I asked, throwing the question in his court.
“I have.”
“Really?” I whispered as images of James dominating women flooded my mind. “Tell me more. Do you like to hit women?”
“Fuck, I’m not a sadist, but I like to dominate women sexually.”
“Women or me? I don’t think I could handle you doing shit to other women.”
He laughed, rubbing his nose against my cheek. “I want to dominate you, Izzy.” He nipped my ear. “No one else.”
“Not in a club either,” I said, turning to face him.
“Never. I don’t want anyone seeing what’s mine.”
“I’m willing to try everything once.”
“You’re a natural submissive, Izzy,” he said, smiling at me.
I reached up, laying my hand against his forehead, and laughed. “Are you feeling okay? One thing I’m not is a submissive, James.”
“You didn’t say no when I told you to strip and handcuffed you to the bed.”
“I liked stripping for you. It was sexy.”
“And the handcuffs?” he asked, touching my wrists where the cuffs had been.
I closed my eyes, remembering the feel of him overpowering me and being unable to stop him. It sent a tingle through my body and made my pussy convulse. I opened my eyes and shrugged.
“It was all right,” I said, pursing my lips.
“Sweetheart, I remember how hard you came when I tied you up. Don’t lie to me,” he said, running his finger across my bottom lip.
“Arrogant,” I whispered, licking his finger with the tip of my tongue.
“I’m right. There’s a difference.”
“I can already see how it’s going to be,” I said, pouting, crossing my arms over my chest.
“I ask only three things, Izzy.”
“What?” I asked, removing the fake pout from my lips and replacing it with a smile.
“You’re only mine, no other men. Secondly, don’t run away. The last thing I ask is that we get tested, you get on the pill, and no more barriers between us. I need to feel all of you.”
“Sounds like a hell of a lot more than three,” I teased. I gnawed on my lips, looking around the room as if I were debating the two things he’d asked. I sighed before I replied, “I can do that.”
“Try not to bust my balls too much, ’kay?”
“Only when you’re being a total asshole. I’ll save it for those special occasions.” I smiled, a giggle escaping my lips. “So when people ask you who you are—and they will, trust me—do I say I’m your submissive?” I asked, and pulled at my lip, waiting for him to answer.
“You’re my girlfriend, Isabella.”
“So I’m not your submissive?” I asked, still fidgeting.
He lay back, covering his face with his hands. “You’re so difficult.”
“You have no idea. I’m just getting started, Jimmy.”
He jumped up, jostling the bed, and started to tickle me. I laughed uncontrollably with tears streaming down my face. Grabbing for his hands, I yelled, “I can’t breathe!” as he pawed at my ribs.
He stopped, his face quickly sobering. “Are you okay?
“Psych!” I screeched, jumping on top of him and straddling him.
“I can see this shit won’t be easy,” he mumbled, pushing his hardness against me and laughing.
“Nothing in life that’s worth having ever is,” I whispered, leaning over and kissing him.
Chapter 18 - Wild Wild Love
“I’m on my way, doll. You ready for me?” I asked, climbing on my bike and placing the key in the ignition.
“I’m already naked,” she said, her laughter tickling my ear.
“Fuck,” I muttered, scrubbing my face with my hand. “I already have blue balls.”
“Hurry or I’ll start without you.” She laughed and hung up.
I stared at the screen, shaking my head. She was the biggest pricktease I’d ever met. I shoved the phone in my pocket, started the bike, and took off.
I spent every possible moment I had free with Izzy. Working with Thomas to take down the Sun Devils and living an hour away didn’t leave us much time together. I knew things would change eventually, but for now the distance worked. With her phobia of relationships and my overly bossy attitude—her words, not mine—the time we spent apart helped calm her fears. It had been a month since Izzy finally agreed to mine.
We talked on the phone, texted nonstop, and Facetimed. I was able to convince her to masturbate while I watched, and it was the sexiest damn thing I’d ever seen. By the time I was able to see her, my cock ached, my balls were blue, and I couldn’t control myself. We didn’t spend too much time with clothes on when I visited.
I thought about how she tasted, the smell of her skin, the feel of her hands as I drove to her house. By the time I parked my bike, my hard-on had become as hard as granite.
“Shit,” I mumbled, climbing off my bike and adjusting myself. I grabbed my stuff and headed for the promised land.
I didn’t bother knocking. She may be a tease, but I knew her ass was naked and waiting, just like she said before she hung up on my sorry ass.
“Izzy,” I shouted, throwing my bag down next to the couch.
“Back here,” she yelled.
I headed toward her bedroom, unzipping my pants as I walked. As I turned the corner, entering her room, I stopped dead.
“What the fuck?” I said, my eyes growing wide. I blinked and shook my head, wondering if I was seeing things.
“Ya like?” she asked, smiling as she twirled.
“What—” I was stunned. She had on a corset that hugged her every curve as her breasts spilled out the top. Black thigh-highs, a matching garter belt, and a G-string, with black stilettos.
“I wanted to do something different.” She giggled, walking toward me.
“I can’t—“ I said, feeling my cock about to break off in my pants.
“You don’t like it?” she whispered against my lips, palming my dick through my pants.
“Jesus,” I hissed.
“I fuckin’ love it.”
She pushed against my chest. “Wait, I got something else.” She walked next to the bed, opening her nightstand and pulling something from inside.
“What?” I asked, a little worried about what she was adding to the outfit. Anything more and I’d explode in my pants.
“These,” she whispered, holding up two sets of handcuffs and a crop. Her smile was wide, almost touching her eyes. “I thought we could get a little adventurous.”
“Doll, I’m going to show you adventurous.” I beckoned her with my finger.
“No way, James Caldo. This is my show.”
