“I don’t intend on dying. Not when I’ve finally got my queen.”
Her fingers tighten in my hair. “I think you’re right.”
“About?”
“Me being a control freak.”
Nobody can call me a fool—I just hum.
“Which is going to be a real pain in my ass because you’re a control freak too. I bet you’re all dommy in bed normally and that sounds hot!”
I settle my hands on her thighs and smooth my thumb over her soft skin. “What sounds hot?”
“You bossing me around. Though, don’t get ideas. I’ll likely ignore you outside of the bedroom.”
“I expect no less,” I say dryly.
She harrumphs.
“Tell me what you think about.”
That has her squirming. The kiss of her cunt lips to my chest has me withholding a groan even as I maneuver her closer to my face.
“If I tell you, you can’t tell anyone.”
“Why would I? You’re mine. No one will hear anything about you.”
“Boys talk.”
“Ah, well, I’m not a boy.”
Her throat bobs. “I liked it when you moved me around.”
“Okay. So what didn’t you like?”
“That I might kill you.”
“You won’t kill me.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I can guess.”
“I don’t want to think.”
“We can work on that.”
“I don’t want to wonder how you want me to be.”
I read between her lines. “All right.”
“I just want you to…” She hitches a shoulder. “I’m explaining it badly.”
“No, you’re not. Do you touch yourself when you think of us together? In this way you describe?”
She nods and from the meager light spilling from the bathroom, I can see she’s blushing.
“So, you want me to be in control but you’re also a control freak.” I think about our encounters which exclusively involved her initiating… “What do you wish to be in control of?”
