Page 11 of Witch’s Ruin

“Anything,” she cried. “Everything.” And then he didn’t stop, letting her spasm around him. She milked him with needy drags. A tingle started at the base of his spine, spreading. He roared, his neck straining as he dropped his head into her hair, clamped down on her ear hard enough to send a little, pained scream from her lips. His orgasm ripped through him.

“Yes,” she breathed. He groaned, slowing his movements. The aftershocks pressed through him, wave after wave, then slowed to a stop, leaving him numb.

He lifted his head, studying her ear. He hadn’t drawn blood, but he’d been, perhaps, too rough. “Did I—are you—?”

“I told you it was fine,” she managed between breaths. “I like when you’re rough. When…”

He lifted a brow, walking them over to the ledge of the tub, sitting down, without leaving the warmth of her cunt. “When, what? Say it, Mina.”

“When you…” Her throat bobbed. They’d had this conversation more than once, and they’d have it again. It was a way of checking in with her. A way to ensure that he didn’t push too far, beyond what she was comfortable with. “When you hurt me,” she admitted at last.

He gave a rough nod, moving her so that she straddled him, keeping himself planted. “And you’ll tell me? You’ll stop me if it’s too much? Use the bond if you must?”

She sighed, loudly. “No, Rixon. I’m tired of having this conversation.” Already, the blackness was receding from her eyes, disappearing until normal skin and hazel irises remained. He inhaled deeply, pressing their chests together, enjoying the feel of her slick nipples against him.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Mina. Not—I mean, not in any detrimental way.”

“But…you do want to hurt me a little bit, don’t you?”

His skin heated, enticed by the thought. He clamped down on the emotion, dropping his gaze. “I’m not a bad person, Mina.”

“I never said you were, but you do want to hurt me, don’t you?”

“Stop it,” he managed, swallowing.

“Tell me, Rixon. Tell me what you want to do to me?” It wasn’t a command. She could have used the bond. Instead, she was letting him choose.

“Fuck, woman.” The words came out a loud growl. He hesitated. “I want to take you over my knee and redden your ass every time you talk back with that sassy little mouth.”

“Mmm-hmm. Which you’ve already done more than once.”

Yes, and he’d nearly come in his pants, just doing it.

“I want to bite you. Fucking bite you until I see my teeth marks marring your beautiful skin.” She hummed in acknowledgement. Gods, he was a fucking masochist, wasn’t he? “I want to tie you to my bed with restraints, tight enough to hurt. Tight enough to leave marks.”

“Mmm-hmm…and do you want to hit me?”

He stilled, his skin turning to ice. “What?! No,” he sputtered. “No, Lady Witch. Never.” That’s where he drew a line. A hard line.

“No kicking, punching?”

His stomach twisted. “Fuck, no. Never that.” He ran a hand through his hair, hating where this conversation had gone, the way it twisted his stomach. Made him feel ill.

She nodded, something settling in her expression. “I like the kinds of pain you’ve proposed. I want to feel it.”

“No, Mina—”

“Yes, Rixon. You aren’t going to truly hurt me. You aren’t interested in physically abusing me, not that I’m judging people out there who want to feel something beyond what you’ve outlined. Rixon…” His eyes darted over her face, fingers tightening around her waist. “I trust you. I know you would never truly hurt me. And even if you draw blood, I heal.”

He swallowed. “You don’t…you don’t think I’m fucked up for getting excited about it? About being overly rough with you?”

“I’m not a delicate thing,” she said, then pressed her forehead against his. He exhaled. “I’m… I’m eager to explore these things with you. Everything we’ve done so far has been…” A shudder worked through her. “Has been good. Things I never thought I’d like. Like when you spank me. You’ve seen what it does to me.”

His cock twitched. It was still buried in her. The sensation made him grit his teeth. He couldn’t help the reflex, pulling her hips forward a little, groaning. The memory of her ass in the air, her body flipped over his knee while he’d recently spanked her, stinging his palm, feeling how wet she’d grown in the process…

She leaned back to regard him. The memory fractured. She wrapped her fingers around his neck and kissed him. It was soft, loving, reassuring.

“There’s nothing wrong with having…exotic tastes, Rix, as long as we discuss them beforehand. You’ve always been good about that. But don’t be shy. Don’t hold back, just for fear or embarrassment. Talk to me about it, if…if it’s something that arouses you. All right?”