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He smiles at that. “Princess, it is. Either of us uses our safe words, then we must stop. Understand?”
“Okay…”
Tilting his head to the side, his eyes move down my body slowly, in a way that sets a fire deep within. “Any more questions?”
“What are you going to do?”
His lips stretch into a smile. “You’ve just become a Club X member. It’s time to show your new master what it’s like to own his new pet. Which means I’d very much like you strapped to this.”
He touches the wooden X. My stomach turns upside down. “Thispetdoesn’t like to be owned,master.”
He chuckles lightly and circles the bed. My eyes follow until he’s no longer in view. I’m dying to turn around but don’t. I’ll more than happily play along to forget. “Oh, I own you. I’ll own you for the rest of my life. And even after I die, I’ll still own you from the grave.”
My heart thumps hard against my chest. “How morbid of you.”
“There’s no point in fighting the truth. I gave you a chance to run, and you didn’t, so consider yourself owned.”
This time, I do turn to him. He’s leaning forward, palms spread out on the bed behind me, dark gaze on me. “Anyone would think you’re obsessed with me, Mr. Hood.”
“Only just figuring that out now?”
Going over to him, I take his hand, and he allows me to pull him forward. Putting my hands against his chest, I force him to sit where I was. Or, at least, he lets me.
Taking a step back, I grab the hem of the shirt he put me in for bed and lift it over my head. I’m only wearing panties. “Maybe it’s my turn to look after you first.”
“Or maybe you’re stalling.” His eyes drink me in, firing with lust. “But fine, I’ll humor you again,pet.What do you have in mind?”
Dropping my hand to his lap, I trail my fingers up his sturdy, muscular thighs, enjoying how he squirms under a scrape of my fingernails. To see him affected by me is a wonder I’ll never be able to get enough of. Sinking to my knees on the stone floor, I gaze at him. He’s a much taller height from this angle, commanding over me. “I want to taste you again.”
His body hardens with tension, but his eyes reveal a different story. He wants it, even though he’s conflicted. A bad memory from his past trying to resurface and steal him away from me. Not a hope in hell.
“Trust me, Milton.” He stares down at me with torment. “I’m not her.”
Slipping my finger into the waistband of his boxers, I tug them down, revealing his solid erection. Groaning, he leans back while scrubbing a hand down his face. “You’re going to kill me.”
Gathering my hair back from my face, he grips me as I take him in my hand first, groaning when my thumb rubs over his slit glistening with precum. I’m dying to taste him, to be intoxicated by his scent. He lost it the last time I did this and fucked my mouth until one of us bled. This time, I go slower, gauging his reaction, making sure he’s not on the edge of using his safe word.
I don’t want him to ever use it with me.
Licking my lips, I move forward, kissing him first, before sliding my mouth down the length of his cock. He’s trusting me, and it makes my blood sing. I spend the next few minutes licking and sucking him slowly, taking him as far as my gag reflex allows and back again.
His head falls back, the veins in his neck prominent as he breathes out long and hard. His body begins to shake, and my jaw aches from his hugeness. I’m slippery between my legs with my own arousal. Drool coats my chin, my hand wet as I use it to stroke him up and down. “Fuck, Heidi—stop. I don’t want to come yet.”
Tugging me by the hair, he pulls me upright. Once I’m standing, his mouth collides with mine. Gripping his shoulders, he drags me onto his lap and lifts me with him, taking me over to the X.
“This is a St. Andrews cross.” He puts me to my feet and turns me around until I face it. “I’m going to strap you to it. Then I’m going to fuck you against it.” I let out a nervous breath as he takes my hand in his. “What’s your safe word?”
“Princess.”
“Use it, and I stop.” He kisses the back of my head while lifting my arm to the top of the beam, stretching me to the point that I have to lean on my toes. He wraps the cuff around my wrist and then takes my other hand to do the same. Spreading my legs, he attaches my ankles. All I can see ahead are candles. Fire. Flames.
I gasp when his fingers twist the material of my panties, tugging it upward so that there’s a chafing pressure on my clit. My nipples are solid, my breasts heavy. As if he can tell they’re begging for attention, he reaches around me and touches them. I’m so lost in the sensation that I almost miss when he asks, “Why don’t you want to be owned, princess?”
I exhale sharply when he suddenly tips the X forward, so it’s now at an angle, and I have no choice but to lean on it. I’m even more stretched like this. He tugs my panties harder against my pussy while pinching my nipple with his forefinger and thumb. “B-because…I…”
“Yes?” He does it again, and I cry out. This is intense.
“Because I want to be needed. Wanted.” What am I saying? I’m not sure—I can’t exactly think straight.
