Page 45 of Possessive Ink

Tori’s laugh is mischievous as fuck. “You got Barnetted, Att. Oh god, this is perfect. I like Lemon. I have since she started coming into the store before I bought it. She has this infectious energy. But I was prepared to warn you off if I thought you’d hurt her.”

“Wait,” I interrupt her. “You were going to warn me off her, to protect…her. I’m your brother.”

“And you’re a big, bad alphahole. You’ll be fine. But Lemon, she has this…” Pausing, her expression turns pensive. “She has this sadness beneath all of her sunshine. Be careful with her, Att.”

“She’s mine,” I tell her, feeling my ire starting to rise.

“And does she know what being yours means?”

“What the fuck does that mean?” I snap.

“You’re into kinky fuckery. Is that her thing, or are you just assuming you can coerce her into doing what you want?”

Shocked, I take a step back. “Is that what you think of me? That I’m a fucking bully who’d force a woman to do what I tell her to?” Jesus, I had no idea Tori felt this way about me, and it hurts. I might consider myself a Dom, but I’m not an abusive asshole. As far as I’m concerned, sex and sexual intimacy are all about consent, and I enjoy giving, not taking.

Sighing, Tori shakes her head. “No, Att, that’s not what I think of you at all. I’m sorry. This is just a shock. I’ve never met one of your girlfriends. Have you even had a girlfriend before? I guess I knew the Barnett effect was real. I just didn’t expect it to happen to you.”

“Tori, I’m only going to tell you this once. My feeling one hundred percent sure that she was mine the moment I saw her has nothing to do with people I’ve never met. But I’m not willing to question how I feel about her because I’ve never experienced anything like this before in my life. Lemon is mine.”

Sighing, Tori nods. “I get that. Once I admitted that I had feelings for Nero, it was like a slap in the face that I hadn’t recognized what I was feeling before. I like her for you, Att. Just…”

“I know how to treat my woman, Tori,” I chide angrily.

“I know you do. I’m sorry for questioning that,” she says, as we start to walk again. “Felix likes her.”

“He hugged her the moment I introduced them. I’ve never seen him do that before—be so openly affectionate with a stranger. Hell, he rarely hugs Mom and Dad, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen him hug anyone outside of our family before,” I admit.

“And she’s…into what you’re…into?” my sister asks cautiously.

“I’m not a fucking deviant, Tori. I don’t make her walk around with a butt plug in her ass,” I retort, swallowing back the chuckle that tries to break free.

“I told you that in confidence,” Tori snaps. “But if you’re not into butt plugs, what are you into?”

“Do you really want to talk about sex?” I question.

“Why not? You know a little about my sex life. It only seems fair that I learn a bit about yours too.”

“Jesus, Little Bit, this feels messed up,” I admit, unsure if telling my sister about my sexual preferences is a sign of how close we are or a massive overshare that we’ll both regret later.

“Oh my god, just tell me,” she says with a smirk.

“Fine. I like sexual submission and total control in the bedroom.”

Rolling her eyes, Tori snorts. “Well, duh, that’s obvious.”

“I like a woman to kneel for me.”

“Kneel? Like to suck your dick?”

“Sometimes, but it’s more than that. Seeing Lemon on her knees is a huge turn-on for me. I like to be able to touch her and feed her and have her rest her head on my thigh while I play with her hair.”

“So it’s a control thing?” she questions, her steps slowing again.

“Yes and no. Forcing her isn’t what turns me on. I enjoy her doing it willingly because I asked it of her. It’s her submission and the innocent agreement in her expressive eyes.”

“And that’s it?”

Sucking in a breath, I blurt, “I’m a pleasure Dom, Little Bit. I like to give my woman as much—and sometimes more—pleasure than she can handle. Watching her come is what gets me off.”