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How had that been his takeaway from me cuddling him endlessly, checking his bruises, asking about his day, taking him to work with me because I couldn’t stand to be away from him, and tucking him into bed with me most nights? I just didn’t know.
He shrugged. “You’re so gentle with me. Like I’m a child. You don’t, you know…” He huffed, “Toss me around or choke me or kiss me like you’re dying to get inside me.”
I blinked at him. That was all true, but it was because I wantedmorethan all that. I wanted more with him than I’d wanted from anyone ever before, and my inner sadist had been shocked silent at all these other feelings I had running through me. Like fondness, protectiveness, and so much tenderness that I sometimes felt nauseous from it, like I’d eaten too much sweet food too quickly.
“Do you not want me anymore?” Minty’s voice shook.
“Baby, I want you,” I whispered, tugging him into my arms again. “I want you safe, healed, and healthy when I take you downstairs.”
“Fine, but what about just taking me at all? I’m okay, you know. My asshole, my body…I can take being fucked and choked a little. I want it.”
“Choked a little,” I repeated. Some part of me I didn’t recognize murmured in my head,He’s too fragile now, just love him, make love to him. Be gentle and sweet.
But that wasn’t who Minty was, and it wasn’t what he wanted. Of course it wasn’t. It wasn’t whatI’dever wanted from anyone before either. And yet, here I was dreaming of stripping him slowly, kneeling, and sucking him off like he was the most precious angel sent from God, and it was my honor, myduty,to make him come and keep him safe.
Christ, was this what being in love did? Did it make a person soft?
Staring into Minty’s confused eyes, though, I knew I had to push away that urge in myself or rework it entirely. Minty couldn’t take soft love any more than I used to be able to take giving it. For him, gentleness was like torture.
Like torture…
My inner sadist woke with a well-rested smile, and it spread all over my face.
***
Minty
I shivered. “Oh…thatlook. I’ve missed it.”
“I think you’re going to regret seeing it,” Luke said, his eyes gleaming.
“No,” I countered, shaking my head. “Never, Daddy.”
“Oh, Mitchell. Now I just want to prove it to you.” He clicked his tongue, calling to me. “C’mon then. Let’s go.”
He led me upstairs to his bedroom, a place where my pretty clothes lay strewn about mixed in with his much less dainty ones.
“Here?” I asked. “Why not in the basement?”
“Because here’s where I want you to be.” He pushed me back onto the bed gently.
I frowned. “I thought you were going to hurt me again finally.”
“I’m going totortureyou,” Luke said, that sadistic smile crossing his face again.
My pulse picked up speed and my cock stiffened. He pointed at the bed. “Get on your back. Spread-eagle. Now.”
Heart thrumming with anticipation, I centered myself on the mattress and star-fished my arms and legs.
“That’s right,” he murmured, reaching under the bed and withdrawing a box of toys. He opened it, displaying nothing truly hardcore. All of it was rather vanilla in the scheme of things, but still exciting. “So gorgeous, baby.”
“Don’t be too nice to me.”
“I get to decide how I am with you. This is a scene, isn’t it? Playtime is my time.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but then just nodded once, clenching my jaw tight.
“What do you say?”
