Page 65 of His Innocent Muse


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I whimper but nod as much as I’m able, covering his hand on my mouth, silently begging him not to let go.

“I’m going to ask you again, because you didn’t fully answer. Do you want to be here?”

He doesn’t move his hand, so I buck against his stilled fingers instead. The satisfaction and pride in his eyes almost chokes me.

“Good girl,” he says. “And you understand you can ask me to stop at any point, during any activity we might do?”

A firm and confident verbalyesisn’t an option right now, but I nod as much as I’m able, rocking my hips into his hand. He curls them just slightly on my descent, and I whine as lust rockets through my stomach.

“You can also leave, if that’s what you want.” I flinch, and he shakes his head. “However. Recklessly fleeing because you think I don’t want you is not allowed. Flailing and throwing yourself into harm’s way is not allowed. Running away from me if we have a disagreement is not allowed. Leaving because you no longer want what I offer, or because your tastes change, or any number of logical reasons is absolutely allowed.”

It feels like a reminder that my consent matters and nothing more, though the possessive glint in his eye makes it feel like he wouldn’t follow through on those promises.

Or maybe I’m telling myself he’ll burn the world down to have me, because that’s all I want.

“By staying with me, you, Lucy Parker, are agreeing to be my object, my sole focus, my instrument, my prisoner, my absolute obsession, under my complete command. Until you no longer wish to be.”

I wiggle my hips, and he finally moves his hand out of the way to kiss me feverishly. His fingers double in speed, thrusting in and out of my pussy until my legs are shaking, clenched around his wrist, and my back is arching off the bed.

His thumb connects with my clit then, rubbing deep, slow circles in contrast to his frenzied fingers, and his tongue plunges deep in my mouth to smother my scream as my climax wracks my body.

He’s smiling when he pulls back, sitting up straight while I try to gather my breathing.

“Mother of… Eek!”

He grabs my ass and pulls my hips to his mouth, bending me in half in the process. I grab his waist from behind, clawing at his back as he sucks every drop of my arousal off my thighs, up between my legs, tonguing my over sensitive clit.

All the blood rushes to my head from this position, twisted around his body with my legs in the air, and it pushes me into a second orgasm at breakneck speed. I stuff his shirt in my mouth to keep quiet, tears streaming down my temples with the effort.

He spends a few more torturous minutes like this before he gently lowers me back flat and stands up. “Perfect, Lucy,” he says, kissing me again, my taste still fresh on his lips. “Absolutely perfect.”

My heart trips over itself and I throw my arms above my head, staring at the ceiling while he shuffles around by the closet.

Holy crap. That’s all I have to say.

He hums thoughtfully. “You should wait in here…”

“For what?” I pant, hoping he’s not asking me anything that requires more than two very high brain cells.

“While I talk to Murder and Mayhem.”

More than two brain cells. Cool. I think I have them. I push up on my elbows, nearly whining out loud when I see he’s put a danged long-sleeved shirt back on.

“I’m gonna be real sad if I don’t ever see your arms again.”

He pauses, shirt suspended in animation around his waist. “My…arms?”

I nod. “Mhm. They’re very nice. Last night was the first time I’d seen them.”

A shocked, almost shy smile splits his face. “After everything we did, my arms are all you noticed?”

“No!” I laugh. “But—you know what? I bet there’s some seemingly random body part of mine you like, for no reason at all. Just like looking at it. And your arms are sexy.”

He ducks his head. He actually ducks his head to hide his smile now. After a moment, he peels the shirt off and hangs it back up, grabbing a fresh black tee shirt out of his drawer instead.

“Mmm, yes, I like that more.” He wanders back over to me, keeping his gray sweats for pants. I run my hands up his bare arms, and grip tight when he slips his hands under my ass, pulling me clutch to his body. “Hi,” I giggle.

“Hi back.” He smiles, claiming my mouth in a heated kiss, before he pulls back with a sigh. “I don’t want to leave you in here.”

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