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“We don’t have to continue,” he tells me between kisses, and it only makes me smile that he thinks either of us could stop after pouring our hearts onto the table like this.
“Show me your darkness,” I whisper, reiterating the sentiment from earlier.
He sucks in a breath and presses his eyes closed as he gathers himself, and a small smile tips up the corners of my lips. How did I ever think I was going to leave him? How did I think I was going to walk out the front door and never see him again?
“What’s your safe word?”
“Red.”
He nods. “If you’re scared or need to slow down, I need you to promise me you’ll say it.” He sounds so conflicted, like my admission of love has made him hesitant to go through with this despite how badly we both clearly need it.
“Ace, I trust you. We both know that if I’m scared, you’ll probably realize it before I do.” I smile, tears gathering in my eyes. “I promise I will say it if I need to, but I need you not to hold back. I need you to trust that I know where my limits are, and I will tell you if we approach them.” It’s a plea more than anything, because I don’t want him to always see me as broken. I want him to look at me and see the girl he fell in love with all those years ago, not the men who broke her.
He watches me closely for a moment, searching my eyes for any sign of hesitation, but he’s not going to find it. “Okay.” He takes a deep breath and releases it before he pushes himself to his feet.
I reposition myself into the pose I’ve held more times than I will ever admit to anyone, myself included, and he gives me a pleased look.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, reaching for something on the bedside table.
I keep my gaze on him despite being taught to keep it low and to never make eye contact. I have a feeling that’s not what Ace would want from me.
Ace brings the items he’s holding in front of me, and I gaze down at the nipple clamps with bated breath. “Have you had these used on you before?” he asks carefully.
I shake my head. “No.”
He hums a pleased sound in the back of his throat, as if he’s happy he gets to show me something for the first time, or maybe because I have no negative feelings toward what he’s about to do to me.
He drops back down in front of me and immediately brings his face to my aching breasts. They’re begging for attention, like they know what’s about to happen and how fucking good he’s going to make it feel.
The moment his tongue flicks across my nipple, I let out a long, needy moan and barely stop myself from pressing my thighs together. Fuck. His mouth feels too freaking good.
He retreats all too soon and blows cool air on the stiff peak, stealing the air from my lungs. His eyes flick up to meet mine, and I give him a nod, telling him I’m ready for whatever he has planned next.
He pinches my nipple between his fingers before bringing the clamp to the peak and allowing it to close over my sensitive bud.
I hiss out a breath as he tightens it, but it doesn’t hurt. No. It’s more intense than anything else, and it makes me desperate for relief.
He repeats the process on my other nipple, and I squeeze my eyes closed at the overwhelming ache between my thighs. Holy shit. I’ve never been so turned on in my goddamn life. Fuck.
“Mia?” His worried voice drags my eyes open, but whatever he sees when he looks into my eyes only makes him smirk. “You okay, sugar?”
“Mm-hmm.” I breathe through the arousal that floods through me. The insides of my thighs are slick with my need for him, and it’s only a matter of time before he discovers just how turned on I am.
“Is my girl feeling needy?” he rumbles, flicking one of the clamps and dragging a strangled moan from my throat. Sweet Jesus, that feels good. I’m starting to wonder if I could come from what he’s doing to my nipples alone but decide to keep that little tidbit to myself from fear he might tease me more than he’s already planning.
I nod, unable to speak over the thundering of my heart in my chest.
The smile that lights up his face is so fucking breathtaking I wish I could take a photo and frame it. It’s the mix of happiness and lust that echoes that of my own heart.
He reaches for the bedside table again, and my eyes widen when I see what he’s holding.
Fuck.
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
ACE
The way her eyes widen as she stares down at the small vibrator in my hand shouldn’t bring me as much joy as it does.
