I smile and push my face into his neck. He smells like both the forest and the ocean.
“You say monster with so much affection,” I respond, my words muffled.
“Mm.” He sways minutely from side to side, tightening his grip on me. “I do have a lot of affection for you.”
I don’t know that anyone’s ever said that to me before.
Then again, no one’s ever held me like this before.
At a minimum, this definitely stopped being a hug about thirty seconds ago.
Remembering his words, I jerk back, my eyes still black.
“Then, could you please, affectionately, tie my ass to the bed and fuck me into it?”
There is no teasing this time. He answers with a deep, drowning kiss, pulling me so close I feel like I’m melding into his body. There is nothing gentle about this kiss. It’s powerful. And overpowering. His hands are on my body like they belong there.
He’s one of the few people strong enough to be a threat. I feel so safe. Safe enough to respond in kind. I arch into him, kissing him back with everything I’ve got.
All my life, the mental health professionals could only talk about the rage. The anger. The frustration.
No one ever speaks about the other side of that coin. If I can rage like a sun going supernova, I can feel and desire as deeply as the moon-drenched night.
Our kisses are lush. Decadent. We barely stop to breathe.
I wonder, again, if he’d ever let me choke someone to death while he fucked me.
Inside thought.
Oakley’s still kissing me, but suddenly, words are coming out of his mouth. “You haven’t had sex, but have you ever been tested?”
“Last month at my physical. Negative.”
He bites his lip. “Three weeks ago at mine. Negative.”
I grin.
“What?”
I bite my lip. “Cum dump is one of my fantasies.”
All of a sudden, his tongue is in my mouth, his hands rough, slipping past my underwear to squeeze my ass, a thick finger stroking my hole.
“Best guess— Are you a pure submissive? Or…”
I pull away to ensure he’s looking at me when I say this next part.
“I can’t ever be in charge.” I pause to make extra sure he’s paying attention. “You understand why, right?”
“You might accidentally kill me.”
“And even if it were an accident, I’d like it. I’d keep going and come inside you as your heart stopped.”
Oakley pulls away, and I’m convinced I’ve really fucked it up this time.
Why would I say that?
I would probably be able to stop myself before I actually killed him.
