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Perhaps this will never work.
There’s a gentle knock at the door. “Nassakth?”
I bite back a groan of frustration, because just hearing her voice makes me want nothing more than to grab my cock and pump it furiously into my fist. “Not right now, Kim.”
“Actually, I think right now might be a good time.” Her tone is meek and soft. “I’m coming in.”
That is all the warning I get before she enters, and when she comes into the bathroom, she has a pair of stun-cuffs in her hand…and nothing else.
She is still naked, her skin flushed from exertion, and she gives me a tiny smile…her gaze straying to my aching, erect cock. “I have a proposal to make.”
35
KIM
Naked, he looks even more imposing than with clothes on. That should be illegal. He should look awkward or odd stripped down to nothing but his birthday suit, and the differences in his body should be off-putting. Instead, he looks powerful and just a little bit savage and it’s making me breathless.
Not that I wasn’t breathless anyhow. It’s not just the training, forcing muscles to work that haven’t done anything that physical in years. It’s his nearness, his nudity, his everything.
I really, really can’t stop staring at his nudity, though.
His cock is completely erect, stabbing into the air, and his hand hovers close to the tip, as if he’s about to take himself in hand. He’s enormous, much larger than any human man I’ve seen in this particular aspect. His cock is also thankfully very normal seeming. Large, yes, but not as alien as it could be. He’s furred thickly at his groin, but that’s expected and doesn’t alarm me. Actually, nothing about him alarms me anymore, I realize with wonder.
He’s had plenty of opportunities to do all kinds of dreadful things to me and he’s been kind at every point.
It just reinforces that this is something I very much want to do.
So I swallow hard and hold up the stun-cuffs. “Before you get started, I would like to offer you a deal.”
“Your timing is terrible, Kim,” he growls.
“Actually I thought my timing was pretty good.” I’m still breathless, even though we’re no longer training. It’s his nearness that does it to me. “I was thinking…I know I cuffed you before, but what if you let me cuff you again?”
He seems cranky, his tail swishing just wildly enough that it flicks into the shower spray. He still stands in front of the water, not quite in it. “Why?”
“Because then I wouldn’t be scared.”
Nassakth’s expression darkens. “Did I frighten you somehow—”
“No. So, ah…” I chew on my lip. “I was thinking about sex. And how when you reached for me, I freaked. So then I thought maybe if you were cuffed I wouldn’t panic, and then we could kiss and like…do other things and learn each other.” My heart’s pounding in my chest and I feel like such an idiot. “You know what, never mind—”
I turn to leave.
His hand touches my arm. “Wait.”
“It was just a stupid idea,” I babble. Of course he wouldn’t want to be cuffed again. The last time I cuffed him he had an awful night. I still remember him calling me a torturer, and how miserable he was. God, why didn’t I think of that? “Really—”
“Kim.” Nassakth’s voice brooks no argument. “Be quiet for a moment.”
My jaw snaps shut as he takes the cuffs from my hands. Behind me, I hear the water turn off. Nassakth puts a hand on my shoulder, skating down my bare arm, and I shiver. He leans over me from behind, and it’s similar to how close we were in the training room…but it feels so, so different now.
I can feel the length of his cock pressing against my skin. I’m not scared, either. I’m just…nervous and clenching and jittery.
He slides an arm around my shoulders, tucking me against him, and then holds the cuffs in front of our faces. “So…your plan is to cuff me so you can kiss on me without me grabbing you?”
“Maybe it’s not the best plan,” I breathe.
“I am touching you right now,” he points out. “Why do we need cuffs? Explain.”
“So I don’t panic. So I feel like I’m the one in control of the situation.”
“I see.” He nuzzles at my ear and my body prickles in response. “You know I can break them at any time?”
“I know. It’s just…the illusion of control. Like I said, it was a dumb idea—”
“It is not dumb. You want a way to feel powerful against me so your bad memories do not interfere. I understand this.” He nips at the shell of my ear. “And I accept.”
Then he reaches over me and snaps one of the cuffs around a wrist, and gestures for me to take the free-hanging one.
“I am yours. Where do you want me?”
