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Oh god. I didn’t think this far ahead. I’m filled with panic…and just a little bit of excitement. Okay, a lot of excitement. Not everything that’s pulsing through me is fear. I take the cuff and look around the steamy bathroom, trying to decide. Back to the bed? But if I cuff his hands behind his back, that might be painful. Not the bed, then. There’s no headboard to use, either. My gaze slides to the tub, and then back to the shower. There’s a tile seat in the corner, just large enough for someone to sit and relax under the spray. I guide him toward it. “Right here, I think.”
“Your voice is trembling,” he says gently.
“I’m really, really nervous.”
“Why? You are not the one cuffed.” He leans over and presses a kiss to my shoulder before moving past me to stand in front of the seat. He turns his back to me and holds both wrists to the small of his back, waiting for me to finish cuffing him. “Remember, Kim, you are in control.”
“Right.” This is my party. He’s going to let me do whatever I want. I wait for my body to flood with the feeling of power, but all I have is more anxiety. “Let’s do a safe word, okay? If you’re not having fun, say ‘Slapjack.’ If I’m not having fun, I’ll do the same, and then we’ll just call it a day.”
“Very well.”
I lock the cuff around his other wrist, and notice just how huge his arms are. His thick wrists barely fit inside the cuffs, and his forearms and biceps are freaking tree trunks. I hesitate, then reach up and trace my fingers over those big arms, just because. “Sometimes I can’t get over how strong you are,” I whisper.
“It means I can protect you from everything.”
That is somehow the perfect answer. I’m breathless as he turns around and sits, his tail flicking once before lying still next to his thigh. He watches me, waiting.
Showtime.
I can do whatever I want with this man and he’ll let me. He’s naked, willing…and mine. If I tell him to just pleasure me with his mouth, he will. If I want to just explore his body with my hands, I can. If I want to lather him up and wash him because he’s a dirty, dirty boy, I’m in control.
The last thought makes me giggle.
Nassakth arches a furry eyebrow at me.
“I think I’m going to wash you,” I say to him. Because then I can put my hands on him everywhere, with purpose. It’s a flimsy excuse to touch him, but right now it feels like the best idea ever.
“Will you wash all of me?”
I reach over and poke his nose. “That’s for me to decide, isn’t it?”
He grins, and that first flood of power hits me. That’s right. I’m totally in control here. I can do whatever the heck I want, as much as I want…or as little.
He’s my willing playground.
36
KIM
I get a cloth and soap, my heart pounding. I’m really going to do this. I’m going to have my way with the praxiian husband I’ve acquired and sworn I just wanted to be friends with. Man, I am really not good at being “just friends.” I glance over at him as I turn the water on and let it run over my arms, dampening the cloth and then soaping it up. I take a few deep breaths to shore up my bravery and then move over to him.
I can’t resist touching him. He just looks so…inviting. His big shoulders seem like rocks, and yet I find that enticing rather than terrifying. It’s like all this strength is mine to command, instead of it being used against me. “Let me know if any of this is not okay,” I remind him.
“Slapjack,” he grunts. “I remember.”
I nod and press the cloth against his arm. He’s less furry here, and it’s like some great galactic designer decided that these arms were far too impressive to cover up, so they’re bulging and bare, his skin dappled the same shade of gray as his fur. I smooth the cloth up and down his arm as a test drive and then move to the other. As I do, my breasts practically hang in Nassakth’s face, and I watch as his expression grows hot and fierce with need. His eyelids become heavy, and his gaze locks onto my breasts, his warm breath caressing my skin.
But he doesn’t touch me. He wants to give me my space.
It makes me feel even more daring. I lean in more, rubbing the cloth over his shoulders, and this time, I press my tits right into his face as I pretend to scrub his back.
He lets out a low groan.
My nipples harden, and I suck in a breath. I want to turn and offer one to his mouth, to have him suck on it until I’m squirming and pulsing between my thighs, but…I need to take this time and get used to his body first. The less intimidating he seems to me, the more comfortable I’ll be with him.
