Page 59 of Cole's Command

“That’s true.” Fuck, why does that sound so good. “And then what?”

“And then I could do whatever I liked.” Reveling in her enthusiasm, his lips grazed the side of her throat. “I mean, of course I’d have to strip you and then maybe I’d train you to serve me.”

His balls clenched at the incredible idea. Nothing had ever sounded better.

“Train me?” She moaned as his lips brushed over her, her back arching in silent desperation. “How?”

“In the normal way,” he murmured, moving to nibble her earlobe. “With carrots and sticks.”

“Cole.” She gasped at the sensual contact, her chest rising and falling faster than before.

“I think that should be sir right about now,” he prompted, righting himself and piercing her with his stare. “Don’t you, little girl?”

“Yes, sir.”

There was no hesitation this time, and as he gazed into her eyes, Cole realized even her thoughts had hushed since his kisses.

“Good girl.”

Her lips parted at the praise, the faintest hint of a blush gracing her gorgeous face. “What kinds of carrots and sticks, sir?”

“Well, I always find orgasms are motivating.” Holding her gaze, the fingers holding her neck fondled her gently. “And as for sticks? Well, spankings are a good place to start. I can make those much less appealing if you deserve a proper punishment.”

“I don’t know what to say, sir.” Her quieted mind confirmed the bewildered look in her eyes.

“Do you want those things?”

Cole hadn’t sought her assent before bringing her up the mountain, but now that they were there, her agreement felt vital. He wanted whatever visceral energy was ballooning between them to be uncorrupted by his dark desires. When he devoured her, she had to crave him, too.

“I shouldn’t.” Her brows knitted in acknowledgement. I shouldn’t want any of this.

“That wasn’t the question, little girl,” he reminded her. “Tell me what it is you want.”

“You.” The admission was guttural, like an erotic confession she’d been holding in for too long. “I want you and more of the things you suggested, but you can’t k—”

Pressing his fingertip against her delectable lips, he silenced the sentiment she was going to express.

“Don’t,” he cautioned her. “I know what you’re going to say, but don’t.”

It’s true, though. Her eyes conveyed the sentiment. You can’t keep me up here.

“We need a safe word.”

Her brow furrowed at his change of tack as she mumbled around his finger. “What?”

“A word you can use to halt proceedings.” He grazed his thumb across her jaw, conscious of how badly his cock longed to replace his finger. “A word I’ll respect at all costs.”

“Halt proceedings?” Her voice was wry as she kissed his fingertip.

“Carnal activities,” he clarified. “The word won’t see you back in your bed at home.”

“Shame.” Her curling lips revealed she didn’t mean her sniping tone.

“Choose your word, little girl.” Cole was growing impatient, his need burgeoning as her huge brown eyes bored into him.

“How about ‘therapy,’ sir?” Her eyebrow cocked as she shifted on his lap.

“Yes.” He chuckled at her suggestion. “’Therapy.’ I like it. You offered me your kind of treatment, and now you get mine.”