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“I’m not into the age play thing,” she interrupted. “And… I don’t like the ones with the spanking.”
I suppressed a relieved sigh. “Good to know. I wouldn’t have been able to do that. I told you I’ll never hurt you, and that was a promise.” I winked. “Though I can come up with some punishments that don’t hurt, if you’re a bad girl.”
She gulped audibly. “I won’t need punishments.”
“We’ll see.” I gripped her hands more firmly. “We need to talk about a few more things before this goes any further. I need to know what’s not okay. What your limits are.”
Her hands tightened. “I’m n-not good at t-talking about—” She broke off, taking a deep breath. “I’m unsure.”
“Then you need to tell me if you don’t like something. Or if you’re worried, or scared. It’s my job to notice, but sometimes, in the heat of the moment… I need to know you’ll tell me.”
She screwed up her nose. “Like a safe word?”
“If you like.”
She shook her head. “That always seemed weird to me. I don’t want…” She went on, grimly. “I don’t want to be in charge. That’s the part I liked most about that book. She didn’t have to make the decisions.”
“Then just say stop, okay? I’ll stop and make sure you’re all right.”
She nodded. “Um, one thing.” I knew what was coming. “No barking. Ever.”
I knew why she said that, and a wave of buried rage threatened to consume me. Instead, I squeezed her hands gently. “I will never bark at you, Valentine. Not for anything.” I shifted on the bed, and the sheet that had been draped around my waist fell away.
Her gaze dipped immediately to my cock, and I held still as she took it in. Her face went a little pale, and she swallowed hard. “Oh, holy shit.”
I bit my lip to stop myself from smiling. My cock was big, but not as big as some alphas. My knot, on the other hand… I refocused on Valentine. “No cursing, sweetheart, or I really will have to come up with a punishment.”
She apologized softly, her gaze still fixed on my rigid length. “Sorry, Daddy.” Her scent had gone bitter, true fear lacing it.
That would never do.
“Have you ever held a cock before, sweetheart?”
No. She mouthed the word, but didn’t even blink.
“Would you like to touch mine?” Supporting my weight on one side, I pushed my hips forward, giving her a better view.
“Um, I d-don’t think, I don’t think I’m going to b-be able to—” Her panicked voice disappeared in a squeak.
I laughed. “I’m not going to fuck you. I’m not going to do anything that scares you, or hurts you. Do you understand?” I kept my voice calm and gentle, but dropped one hand to my dick, holding it at the base so she could see it better. “Here’s another rule. This cock belongs to you now. You can touch it anytime you like, in any way.”
“Even with teeth?” For some reason, she giggled when I winced.
“If you need to. Anything you want to try, you can. It belongs to you now. Just like your orgasms belong to me. Got it?”
She nodded, took a steadying breath, then leaned forward. I fell back onto my elbows, exposing myself to her completely. I’d never felt so powerless, helpless under her gaze. But I’d also never felt more attractive, as her eyes worshiped my body, her small hands tracing my muscles. I knew I wasn’t handsome, but the way she looked at me made me think she hadn’t figured that out yet.
After she’d touched me for what felt like an eternity, but had to be only a few minutes, she asked breathily, “Can I… Can I put it in my mouth?”
Fuck, yes. “I would love that.”
I’d always been told Hell was hot. I hadn’t known Hell was the exact temperature of my little virgin mate’s mouth, too-gently sucking at my cock. I held still, every muscle tense, as she tentatively explored me, her tongue darting into the slit on the end, tasting my salty pre-cum before she hummed like she was at a wine tasting. She lapped at the sides, mapping the veins that stood out on the underside. Finally, she returned to the crown and sucked it gently into her mouth, moving just the tip of it into the perfect wet heat, her tongue swirling around it.
“You taste so good,” she mumbled around the head. “Do you drink pineapple juice?”
What? I briefly laid one hand on her cheek, checking to see if her heat fever had returned. She was a little warm, but not terribly so.
“That’s just my taste.” My voice sounded like someone had taken a cheese grater to my vocal cords. I stared up at the ceiling, fighting the urge to move my hands from the sheet, to grab her head and thrust my cock into her mouth, spill my cum down her hot throat… “Oh, fuck,” I groaned as the thought of it sent me over the edge. Even in the middle of my orgasm, I tried to pull away so she wouldn’t choke, but she followed me, sucking and swallowing as fast as she could, like my cum was her favorite flavor.
