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I suck my finger clean while watching Mak obey me. She doesn’t crawl so much as scramble through my bedroom door. Such a good girl.
“Holy shit,” she says the instant she’s in there.
I smile to myself, knowing exactly what she’s looking at.
Chapter 12
Mak
Did I die and go to BDSM heaven? Is there such a place? If so, it’s gotta be Carson’s bedroom.
The first this I see is a king-sized bed with black sheets. The second thing I see is a wall of floggers. A wall. An entire wall of floggers and crops and cuffs and things I’ve never seen before. The display looks more like art than toys.
“See something you like?” Carson leans against the doorjamb, his arms stretched above him and his hard dick juts straight out towards me.
“Yeah.” My gaze drags up and down his body. “I see you.”
These toys might be fun to play with on some other day, but right now, I want Carson to finish what he started. I want him to fuck me and come in my mouth. Standing on shaky legs, I make my way over to him. Wow, my pussy is swollen. It feels all puffed out and I cup it on instinct.
Carson’s brows dig down. “Are you sore?”
“Not at all.”
He closes the space between us and gracefully drops to his knees. Gently pulling my hand away, he kisses my pussy, not seeming to care that I’m not groomed very well. It makes me suddenly very self-conscious. Were his other subs waxed and perfectly smooth, or natural, or some shape in between?
Why do I even care?
“Your scent drives me wild, Mak.” Carson buries his face in my cunt and licks it. I’m too sensitive and flinch out of his tongue’s reach. Without saying a word, he arches an eyebrow as he looks up at me. His lips are shiny, and I wonder what I taste like on his mouth.
Bending down, I kiss him until we’re both mindless savages again. I’ve never felt so out of control and yet in control at the same time before. I think if I asked Carson to get me the moon, he would. I also think if I asked him to feed me cake and tell me I’m pretty, he would.
And I know he’d fuck me until I couldn’t move if I wanted him to.
“Say what’s on your mind.” He stands slowly, never breaking eye contact with me.
“I’m trying to figure out what I want.” That confession goes miles deeper than he’ll probably take it.
“Take your time deciding. I’m not going anywhere.” He prowls around me, trailing a featherlight touch across my belly. Once behind me, he kisses the back of my shoulder and presses his dick against the top of my ass. It’s like hot steel on my skin.
My eyes flutter shut when he nips my neck and runs his hands up and down my ribcage. I feel like a goddess in the palm of a god. I trust this man way more than I should, considering he’s still a stranger to me. Why does he feel so safe? So good?
So perfect?
Because he is.
He’s shown me more than once that I hold the power here and is letting me experiment and explore at my own pace. If only I could slow the hell down for a minute.
But I don’t want to. What we did outside was amazing. I want to do it again. Now that I understand what happened, and why I had those extreme emotions, I’m not afraid of it anymore.
I feel like a live wire just thinking about how explosive we could get with each other.
“You look like you’ve just figured out what you want.” Carson drags a hand through his hair and waits.
“I want you to…” I’m jumping off the deep end here. “Fuck my ass.”
He goes still. I notice his Adam’s apple bob when he swallows. “You sure?”
“I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t.” Feeling a little ashamed, I tuck my hair behind my ears and look down.