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“Orange, again, and no.”
“Dildos and vibes.”
“Green. Yes.”
“Orgasm denial.”
“Yikes. That sounds awful.” The words spilled off my tongue before I could stop them.
“It’s a very effective tool for punishment, little one.”
“It definitely sounds like it. Umm…orange, and no.”
“Hopefully, I won’t have to use it tonight.” He chuckled, then sobered. “What about clamps…nipple clamps?”
“Yellow. No.”
Instead of tossing out another term, Blade squatted in front of me. Cupping my chin in his warm, wide palm, he tilted my head back, forcing my gaze. The pride stamping his face and shimmering in his eyes filled me with a strange sense of peace.
“I think I have enough to work with, for tonight,” he announced, threading his fingers through mine before helping me stand. Blade led me to the bed and nodded for me to sit down. As I complied, he eased onto the edge of the mattress beside me. “Let’s talk about expectations. While I don’t assume you’ll submit perfectly, I do expect you to get out of your own head and try your best.”
“I will, Sir.”
“I know.” A hint of a smile tugged his lips, but disappeared as his expression grew serious. “Now that I know some of your limits, I promise I won’t push them tonight. Though, I don’t anticipate hitting any hidden triggers, it could happen. If so, I expect to hear your safeword, loud and clear.”
“Yes, Sir.”
His brows furrowed in an almost painful expression. “One more thing before we go any further. I’m not your Master or your boyfriend. I’m simply giving you a taste of the submission you crave. Understood?”
In other words, he’s not offering white lace and promises. Blade’s nothing more than a Dom with benefits for a night,the voice in my head reminded.
“Yes, Sir. No strings. Got it.” I nodded as a strange sense of disappointment echoed inside me.
The relief crawling across his face sent a million questions unfurling in my brain. I wasn’t clairvoyant in any way, but I knew someone had hurt him…badly.
“What expectations do you have?” he asked.
“I-I don’t really know what to expect, Sir. I’m trying to keep an open mind.”
“That’s exactly what I want you to do, little one.” He smiled, then stood in front of the bed before me. “You may stand and undress me now, little one.”
ChapterEleven
Grant
Mentally cursing myself for not sticking to my original plan, I patiently waited for Emma to follow my first command. Confusion lined her face as she swallowed tightly and stood. When she stepped toward me, in all her luscious naked glory, I savored the sight of her creamy, white skin.
The glide of her slender legs.
The sway of her full, lush tits.
And the wet, wheat-colored curls shrouding her juicy cunt.
Though angst rolled off her in potent waves, Emma didn’t hesitate. She simply gripped the hem of my tee and dragged it up over my head.
“Mercy,” she murmured on a quivering sigh, skimming an indulgent stare over my chest and abs.
As she studied the numerous scars from the bullets, knives, and shrapnel of my former life, a concerned frown settled over her face. Staring at the mark on my shoulder, from a bullet I’d taken in Libya, she lightly traced her fingertip over the marred flesh. Sparks crawled up my spine, and the hum of arousal throbbing in my ears grew louder. When she lowered her hand to the thin line beneath my ribs, courtesy of a crazed mujahideen who tried to gut me in Afghanistan, I clenched my jaw.
