Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 91914 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91914 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“I’m pretty sure I can handle whatever it is.”
“I want you to boss me around. Like you do with the girls we’ve been with.”
Okay, I was one hundred percent wrong, because Talon asking me to boss him around in bed? I’m in no way prepared to handle that. This is a prank. I have to be being punked right now, because this doesn’t happen in real life.
It’s not that I’m bossy in bed. I’m the one asking a girl’s limits and asking for boundaries, because ever since the first time Talon and I were together, my life revolved around rules and limitations when it came to him. It’s about being wary, not about needing to be the one in control.
Now Talon’s asking me throw all my rules out the window.
He takes my hesitance as an opportunity to keep talking. “Ever since we started … fooling around? Is that what you’d call it?”
I grit my teeth. “Get to the point faster, Talon.”
“Right. Umm, well, yeah … all I can think about is you telling me what to do. I want to be the one to get you off.”
I understand what he’s saying. Mostly, when we’ve done this, it’s always been him watching me. I’ve been the focus of both of us, because I’ve been letting him run the show. Flipping the dynamic has me excited but scared I’m gonna push too far or fast.
“Remove the sheet,” I order.
Talon does as I say, but I can’t see anything because he hasn’t propped his phone on his bedside table like usual.
“Still can’t see anything,” I say.
“Impatient much?”
“Very. Now hurry up and show me what’s mine.”
“Yours?” Talon asks.
“What will be mine,” I growl.
Talon places his phone in a position that gives me a view of all his naked glory.
Before, where I felt deceptive looking at Talon’s naked body, now that it’s what he wants, there’s no tearing my gaze away.
The house could catch fire right now, and I wouldn’t notice.
He immediately goes to grip his cock when I stop him.
“Nah-uh. You want me to tell you what to do, you have to wait for an instruction.” A huge part of me can’t believe that just came out my mouth to Talon, but the other part has wanted this for so long that I can’t bring myself to dwell on it. Only savor it.
Talon smiles, and his hand falls to his side.
I swallow hard, my mouth still dry at the sight of him. “You know, you’d totally make a good sub if you were into the BDSM thing.”
“Fuck off, I would not. I have an issue with authority.”
I can’t help laughing. “True. You’d get too many punishments for it to be enjoyable.”
Talon’s expression falls, and he looks right at the camera. “Are you … into that? You haven’t been before. At least, not that I’ve—”
More laughter flies out of me, because his worried face is too much. “No. Not into that. I like this bossing you around thing though. Can we get back to that, or are we gonna lay all our kinks out for each other to judge?”
“You know all my kinks. You’ve seen them.”
Right. The group thing. He really gets off on that.
I push that depressing thought from my mind—the one that leads to voices telling me I’ll never be enough for Talon—and focus on what we have here and now even if it’s just messing around on a screen.
“Lift your leg on the far side and slip a pillow under your ass so you’re kinda facing me.”
Talon moves with no question.
“Skim your chest with one hand and pinch your nipple.”
His hand makes its descent but pauses. “I don’t really have a nipple fetish like you do.”
“It’s hardly a fetish. It’s not like I want nipple clamps or anything.”
“Hmm, you with nipple clamps …”
Okay, we’re so not going to think about that. “I thought this was about you. Lick your fingers for me. Get them real wet.”
Talon eyes me hesitantly.
“Do you trust me?”
“Of course.”
“Then do it. If you don’t like what I want you to do, you don’t have to keep going.”
Talon sucks two fingers into his mouth, and he may not be sure about what he’s about to do, but his cock is. It twitches like it’s trying to do a sit-up off Talon’s abs.
“What do you want me to do with them?”
“Massage your balls with the palm of your hand while you tease your hole with your fingers.”
Talon cups his sac and does as I say without any question or hesitation. He’s so fucking beautiful like this. His skin is flushed, far redder than I’ve ever seen it on the field or in bed, and I love it. It’s sexy and one of the only times I’ve felt Talon’s insecurity.
“You’re doing so good,” I encourage, which seems to appease him.
“I want … I want to … try.”