Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 114284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
“We both did,” he cried. “I didn’t want us to fight. I know how we get.”
Fucking hell, we were similar sometimes.
I hadn’t wanted us to fight either.
We were guilty of the same crime.
I sniffled again and rested my forehead to his. “I think—” Christ, I could barely talk. “Sometimes we have to take the fight, Macklin. If we want to create something new, something better than what we used to have, we have to stop being afraid of turning into who we used to be. We need all cards on the table.”
He nodded quickly and whimpered. “Complete honesty from here on out.”
Deep breaths.
“Complete honesty,” I echoed.
And he could consider his leash cut in half. It would still be longer than what it’d been four years ago, but I’d clearly fucked up in the opposite direction this time. I’d tried to overcompensate. In my quest not to get too close, I’d created too great a distance.
“There will be no doubt from now on that you’re mine, baby.” I slipped my hands down below his ass and lifted him up. He gasped and wrapped his legs around me. I aimed for his bedroom. “You will need my permission for a lot more than you did in the past. Including when you can be with your boy. You hear me?”
“Yes. That’s what I want. Master controls everything.”
Everything.
A surge of power ran through me with a violent shiver, and I pressed him up against the bedroom doorway. “I’m sorry I didn’t make you feel more secure, love.”
He shook his head and slid back down, his feet returning to the floor, and he began unbuttoning my shirt. “You were trying to make sure we didn’t revert to what we had before.”
Nevertheless. I never wanted him to feel like we didn’t belong to each other.
Sensing Macklin’s urgency, I carried him over to his bed, and we tumbled down together. He could continue to get rid of my clothes while I just reveled in the closeness and processed how we, for once, had solved a fight. Christ, the air felt so much lighter. I closed my eyes and grazed my lips along his jaw. Deep breaths. He was right here with me. I owned him. He was mine. He wanted me to own him.
“Off…” He struggled with my shirt.
I helped him, and it landed somewhere on the floor.
Not wanting any interruptions later, I continued with the rest of my clothes, and Macklin was quick to shed his. Then I was back, hovering over him, and I shaped my fingers around his throat.
“Breathe,” I whispered. “Slow down.”
He sucked in a breath, impatient and needy. We’d get there, but not yet. I wanted a moment. I pressed our bodies together and kissed his cheek, and I felt him swallow underneath my fingers.
That’s it.
As the seconds ticked by, he relaxed and let his hands roam unhurriedly.
That was kind of new for us too. Before, we’d avoided fights with angry sex and denial drowned out by orgasms. I didn’t want that anymore.
When he drew in a deep breath, a calmer one, I applied pressure to his carotid arteries and flicked the tip of my tongue against his jaw.
“I’ll control everything, my darlin’ boy.” More pressure. I shifted my cock alongside his and nudged his legs apart wider. “Your orgasms. The pace.” I breathed him in, picking up traces of the little things that were so him. The brand of deodorant he couldn’t part with, a specific scented candle he kept in the living room, vanilla, musk, sandalwood… “Your air supply,” I whispered.
His lips parted, and when I eased away from his jaw and peered down at him, the look in his eyes was so fucking beautiful. All his focus was on me, where it should be when we were in bed together.
He had to feel the same peacefulness I felt.
“Close your eyes,” I murmured.
He obeyed.
I released his throat and reached for the bottle of oil on his bedside table. “Do you feel the difference when we don’t bring conflict with us to bed?”
He exhaled. “Yes, Master. It feels wonderful.”
I poured a generous amount in my palm before I began rubbing it in slowly, sensually, from his cock and down to his irresistible little ass. Long, deep touches. I slid my hands between his thighs and massaged him there too.
“Hold your knees to your chest,” I instructed quietly. “Relax as much as possible.”
He did as told and clasped his hands under his folded legs, giving me full access to all of him. I stroked myself absently, coating myself in oil, while I brushed two fingers around his opening.
He shivered and kept his eyes closed. Deep, calm breaths. “May I speak, Master?”
“For now.” I stared as I pushed my fingers inside him, from the very tip, all the way to my knuckles. He breathed out a moan.