Page 8 of Little Bite of Bliss

“Oh, I like seeing you shake,” she whispered, licking her lips. “It’s pathetically adorable.”

Well, fuck. Pre-cum formed a dark wet spot on my pants.

A low growl left her. “What are your safe words? What’s your experience level with kink?”

“I know a lot,” I said. “I’ve done everything. I’m an experienced submissive, although maybe a little rusty. If I need you to stop or slow down, I will tell you. I use the red-light system for safe words. Green is yes, yellow is slow down, red is stop. It’s simple and easy and common for a reason. Plus, communication is sexy.”

“It is.” Leni’s claw tipped my chin up. “You’re a good boy, Archer. This is your chance to leave before I devour you.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

2 / A GOOD SUBMISSIVE

Leni

My mate was a small man.

Well, perhaps not by human standards. He was about six feet tall with pitch-black hair and pretty brown eyes. Pale skin with freckles, dark chest hair, and a cock that would satisfy me despite our size difference if my guess was right based on the bulge in his pants.

He was very cute, too. I especially loved the way his cheeks turned such a bright shade of red when he blushed. So far, he’d blushed at least three times.

Not that I’d doubted the Barista finding my match, but I was still pleasantly surprised.

Archer was everything I wanted.

And truly, I loved that he was so much smaller than me. Small enough to pick up and handle and use the way I wanted to. My mind was already running through all the wicked ideas I had for us. Using him as my tea table, having him kneel as my foot stool, drowning him between my thighs and letting him breathe only when I deemed him worthy of my air.

I was very thankful he wasn’t completely human, as humans were so fragile compared to monsters. His bones and muscles would be able to handle much more without shattering. I wanted to hurt him, yes, but I didn’t want to break him.

The moment he stepped into the cafe, I wanted to pounce. I’d decided to test his willingness to submit, only to watch him kneel in front of me without a care in the world for those who watched. The way his sweet eyes had focused on me and only me felt different from the strangers who lusted for my touch. His desire stoked a deeper part of me.

Flirting was fun and all, but I took this date very seriously. Being ogled by other patrons was just annoying and took away from my focus on Archer, so I’d brought us back to my home.

I knew what I wanted. I always did. And I always got what I wanted.

Archer was who I wanted.

He sucked in a sharp breath and his groan echoed through my nest as my clothing fell away. My nipples came free, already hard and in need of being sucked by his soft lips.

I bit back a command, allowing him to simply stare and admire.

I had an ego. I wasn’t shy about it. I wanted to be put on a pedestal and worshipped like a goddess. I loved sex and needed to be fucked thoroughly and often. Would he be able to keep up with my appetite?

As my mate, I had no doubt he would. Perhaps he was a bigger slut than I was.

I hoped to find out.

Archer dug his teeth into his bottom lip, his eyes wide. He studied me for a few moments and then his shoulders finally relaxed. All of the trepidation I’d scented on him slipped away. He was sinking into his element, I realized. It was as if a switch had flipped.

Yes. Gods, I wanted him.

“May I touch you?” he asked.

“Yes. Anywhere you’d like. But I want you to address me as Mistress.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I purred, my wings drawing in and tucking against my shoulder blades. His scent drenched the room, and if the bulge wasn’t telling of his arousal, his smell certainly was. “I want you to undress too. I want to see what’s mine.”