I won’t.
So I spread my legs and lay a hand on his head so it’s even with my sex.
Kai’s brow smooths and he suddenly turns serious.
“You’ll let me?” he rasps in disbelief, already anticipating what I’m about to order.
Fear pulsates just under the surface, making my heartbeat erratic. It’s risky, but when I’m with him I want to push the envelope. I want to face my most intense fears, or at least some of them.
Am I trying to prove that he can be trusted, or is some part of me setting him up to fail?
Do I expect him to fail my tests and disappoint me?
The second would almost be easier to take in some ways. He’s confusing me with the way he is always there with a joke, defending me, or shielding me in any given situation. It makes me want things.
Things I can’t have.
Things that don’t exist.
Like lasting trust and love.
“Lick me,” I order. My order comes out a little hoarse to my own ears.
“Yes mistress,” he says in a thick voice that makes me think he might already be on the verge of coming. His dick is hard and erect, little metal balls winking at me with cheeky promise.
Leaning forward with painstaking slowness, he runs his tongue from the bottom of my slit to the top.
In one swipe, all the air squeezes from my lungs and my organs refuse to fill again.
Kai closes his eyes and moans as if he’s tasted heaven.
Okay, he can’t be that excited about—oh fuck me his tongue is so long.
Again, he swipes up my part and I grip his hair tighter.
“Do you like that, Kai?” I almost use a pet name on him, but I realized long ago he has plenty of those. No one uses his real name.
No one except me.
Proving my point, he shudders. “Fuck yes, mistress.”
Kaison continues his long swipes, before switching to quicker shorter ones. Then the tip of his tongue burrows until it taps my clit. The pressure pushes in my own piercing and my head snaps back as hot, liquid tingles fuzz my brain like a broken television.
A gurgling sound escapes my throat.
“Mmm,” he hums in pleasure, repeating the motion. Kaison probes and pushes and tongues my clit, as if it’s some kind of video game controller he’s manipulating.
Even I can’t deny he’s fucking winning.
“You taste like spice,” he groans.
“And everything nice?” I finish for him.
Impossibly dark eyes turn up to meet mine. “No. Like you're my forever vice.”
Before I can remark on his cheesy rhyme, he pushes his tongue past my lower lips as far as he can. I’m uncertain whichis more erotic, the way he penetrates me or how he looks at me as he does it.
Like he owns me, even from on his knees, hands poised behind his back.
