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And then she started grinding her hips. Using my cock. Losing her mind.
I plunged inside her with abandon. Digging my fingers into her hips, not caring about rules or safewords or anything except getting her to that place. To bliss.
I wanted her to come.
The last thing on my mind was getting off because I knew that was the key; letting this wild submissive strip me down, would take me there. Take us to a place that should have terrified me. But I let go too, feeling her climax rush up to meet me like a wave crashing into the shore. There was no warning and she knocked the air out of me. Any final shreds of control disintegrated and I was calling out her name.
Not Sin.
Sophia.
Not even sated, but my conscience and damning rationality peeking through, I pulled from her. The only piece of anything either of us had on were the masks. I got so caught up in her that I didn’t even remember undressing, just tearing off whatever kept us from being skin to skin. Flesh to flesh.
The masks were a reminder that we were at Hush. And here, all I could be to her, to anyone, was a Dom. Hearing her say that she liked me, and knowing full well I liked her too, I slipped off the bed, ready to put myself back together and get out of there before either one of us did anything else that would get us in trouble.
She gripped my hand, drawing my eye to her. Even behind the mask, her eyes were intense. Pleading.
“Stay?” She bit her lip. “Just for a little while.”
If I was smart, I would have said that I had business to attend to, or better yet, forget the lie and be honest. Staying would just make the inevitable leaving even more painful.
But I'd sealed our fate the moment I told her she was beautiful. The moment I felt the way she felt on the inside. The moment I realized that dominating had a whole other side I hadn't explored...that I liked that she was willful and not docile and obedient.
The moment I realized that I wanted to know her, inside and out.
I didn't let go of her hand. I brought her knuckles to my lips, pressing a kiss on her skin, then I climbed onto the bed beside her.
I closed my eyes as she snuggled up to me, her body soft and warm against mine. “Just for a little while.”
Chapter Four: Sophia
We cuddled for what felt like hours, and then I couldn’t help myself. I slipped my hand between our bodies and I grabbed him. I felt him grow in my hands. Pulse. Then his eyes flew open like he caught himself. He held my wrist hostage, stopping me.
“Get on your knees,” he ordered, his voice hot with arousal and need.
I didn’t waste any time doing just that. I had to fight the urge to pump my arms in victory when he retrieved the cat o’nine whip.
“Will it hurt?”
The leather strips of the flogger danced across my skin. There had to be something seriously wrong with me because I wanted him to say yes.
I wanted to say green, more, and we hadn’t even begun.
“Sin,” he breathed into my ear, “I made you a promise...and I’m a man of my word.” His voice darkened in the most delicious way. “I’m gonna make you scream.”
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It took me awhile to warm to Lindsay’s ‘parties’.
Dozens of people were stuffed into our two bedroom, one bathroom walk up, with the festivities and drunken actresses spilling into the hallway (and in my bedroom, giving me unsolicited retellings of their last audition). I’d flee to Denny’s, grumbling with my cell phone in hand, Craigslist beaming like some light at the end of the tunnel. I dreamed about the day I’d be able to afford my own place. With time, and finally loosening up by having a shot or two myself, I realized that Lindsay threw these parties because it made her feel less lonely.
Lindsay’s parties became our parties. We trimmed down the guest list and instead of bass thumping EDM music, we met in the middle with electronic tunes that didn’t make our neighbors pound on the walls. We branched out beyond naked Twister to Cards Against Humanity.
Changes aide, my upbringing still made me a nervous wreck when it came time to get ready for a party. In the Slade household, even one of my mother’s friends returning a book was cause for cleaning our house from top to bottom. My mother wasn’t happy unless the place glittered and sparkled like a model home, complete with her perfect little cardboard cutout family. I threw a wrench in it in my own way; smudging a freshly polished glass table, leaving a Starbucks cup on the counter, not folding the end of the tissue paper into a triangle. You know, leaving it free flowing and ready to actually be used instead of admired.
Despite my small acts of rebellion, I was still the one in the rubber gloves, armed with the Clorox cleaner and determination, turning me and Lindsay’s apartment into the house I couldn’t wait to escape.
But not tonight.
