Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“It was a transaction, not her taking care of me. I paid for the privilege of serving her and the absolute thrill of not having to think for a few hours.” I couldn’t sit still a moment longer, so I left the bench to pace over to the counter, deliberately not glancing at Sam as I returned items to the fridge. “I was happy to suffer whatever punishment and criticism she doled out because her voice drowned out all my own voices and name calling.”
“She should have taken better care of you.” Sam came up behind me, putting his hands on my shoulders. “And before you tell me that’s not how it works, I’m not entirely ignorant. I read books.”
“Kinky books?” I turned to face him, which was a mistake because now I couldn’t escape his earnest expression or the memory of that kiss.
“Yes, Worth. I’ve read books with kinky scenes.” Sam rolled his eyes. The image of Sam reading naughty stories alone at night in his big bed with the puffy covers stirred me on multiple levels. “Consensual spanking sounds fun, not that anyone’s lining up to let me try smacking their butt.”
I damn near swallowed my tongue at that. Sam. Spanking. Sam as a Dom. The world tilted, shifted on its axis one hundred and eighty degrees away from all my wrong assumptions. I gulped.
“And you’ve been doing kink wrong.” Sam was back to his stern lecture voice, but for the first time, I heard a different note there. Command. “Sex and kink are supposed to make you feel better, not worse, and you’re supposed to get aftercare.”
“Where you pet my hair and tell me I’m pretty?” I tried to sound mocking, but my voice came out more longing than dismissive.
“And you listen.” He gave a curt nod that was almost enough to make me drop to my knees right there. “I could give you what you need. I could give you what you miss. But you wouldn’t like it.”
“Uh.” I made an inarticulate sound. I wouldn’t put money on my not liking anything with Sam. I was rock-hard merely from this conversation.
“I can order you around and put a hurt on you, and I’d enjoy every moment of it, but I’d also want to hold you when you cry and rub lotion on your sore butt. And talk things out. And shower you with praise because you deserve praise.”
“You really believe that?” My voice was little more than a whisper, and when I ducked my head to look away, Sam made me meet his piercing gaze.
“You’re not a bad person, Worth.”
“And you’d like that? Being in charge?” I couldn’t believe I was remotely contemplating getting kinky with Sam, but letting my cock drive the conversation was way easier than disagreeing with him about what sort of person I was.
“What part of the last week has made you think I wouldn’t enjoy ordering you around?”
“True.” My breath felt hot and heavy leaving my lips. “I’ve never done anything with a male Dom before. Not that I’m not bi, but…it’s complicated. Not to stereotype, but bearded, buff Daddies aren’t my thing. And sweet, twink guys tend to want me to be the one to top and take care of them.”
“Well, I’m too old to be a twink, and I definitely want to take care of you.” He smiled slyly. “And give orders.”
“What about you wanting to wait for something serious? Something that matters?”
“You do.” He said it simply, but there was a solemness to his tone that made me shiver. “I don’t need promises, Worth. Just you.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I managed to mumble right before he silenced me with a kiss. And I would hurt him, of that I was pretty damn sure. But still, I couldn’t pull away, couldn’t stop the thrill racing through me. It didn’t matter how ill-advised this was. We were doing it.
Chapter Eleven
Sam
I kissed Worth with a recklessness I’d never felt before. I’d spent years restrained, carefully searching for something that didn’t seem to be out there, and now I was going to take the one thing I’d wanted all along: Worth.
He wasn’t my first kiss, but he sure was the best. And he was who I wanted for the first, the second, the everything. He said he was bad at relationships, and maybe he was. I wasn’t sure I cared anymore. He couldn’t offer me forever, but he could give me this.
His kiss tasted salty, but the truly intoxicating thing was how his whole body softened for me, letting me lead and direct. He trembled like the wait for my next direction might do him in, but he never seized control. He might be the one with experience, but I was in charge of what happened next.
Everything.
I’d read gay romance on the sly for years, fantasized about my first time enough to qualify for an Oscar in scriptwriting, and now that I was here with Worth, I wanted it all. I wanted his taste, his scent, his every gasp and moan, and I wanted to be in him, on him, under him, all at once.