Page 36 of The Intimacy of Control

“Oh, sweetie, I’m sure you do. That’s okay. We’ll play around with it and see how things go or what we can do to adjust it so it’s even better for us.”

It was that easy for him? Wow. I was always worried about that, actually. Every one-night stand who tried to tell me to wait until he’d said to come had been sorely disappointed when I’d blow prematurely nine times out of ten.

“Well, it looks like we’re pretty fucking compatible. Let me pull up my results.”

“Yeah, same.” I went into my email and logged into the results portal. “Here. Let’s switch phones.” I handed him mine as he handed me his.

I read over each line, noting the consistent negatives that matched my own, before handing the phone back to him.

Forrest leaned closer to me, putting an arm around my shoulders and pulling me into his side. “Looks like we’re good to go, hm?”

With him this damn close, I wasn’t sure how I could even breathe. He encompassed everything. He made it all drift away until all I could focus on was him. Not a single thought crossed my mind. There was nothing I could say to fill the empty air. We were compatible.

“Has anyone ever choked you during sex?”

I looked up at him, staring straight into his eyes. A forbidden, murky ocean waited for me in them, and it almost scared me. Almost. But I knew I wouldn’t drown. No, Forrest controlled everything. He had me. I trusted him to have me. “Yes.”

“I try not to until I’ve had a few sessions and have talked to the person more. Is that something you’d want? I know I’ve put my hand over your nose and mouth, but do you want me to squeeze the sides of your neck, too? It’s far more dangerous, but if you trust me, I’m confident in myself.”

“I trust you.”

“Has anyone ever blocked your nose while their cock was shoved down your throat?”

“No.”

“Do you want that?”

Flutters started in my stomach as I nodded. “Please.”

He glanced down. “Are you getting turned on just thinking about it, Jackson?”

“Yes.” It came out breathier than before. I was crumbling under his gaze, and I wanted to let myself. I wanted to melt into him and be certain he’d put me back together.

I felt lighter without his arm around me, and I…hated it. It was weird. “Take your clothes off and kneel on the floor.”

I stared at him for a moment, fighting the urge to stay right by his side. My body wanted to stay by him.

He tilted his head and nodded toward the floor. “Now, Jackson.”

Slowly, I stood from the couch, moving right in front of him. If he was about to wreck me like he was promising, I was going to wreck him, too. I made my movements painfully slow, peeling my shirt off at a fraction of the speed than usual, making sure to arch and stretch my body out for him to see.

Once I’d let my shirt fall to the floor, I looked down as I unbuttoned my jeans and started to slide them down my hips and legs. This was ruining him. I could tell. But I didn’t want to look at him. Not yet. I lowered them all the way to my ankles, slowly stepping out of the pant legs and kicking them across the floor.

This time, I did look up. Forrest was staring at me with his glasses on, his back against the couch as he spread his legs almost instinctively. “Hurry up and get your briefs off, sweetie. We may have all night, but I don’t want to use it. I want to use you.”

Oh, holy fuck. That did it. I shoved my underwear off, not paying attention in the slightest to where I’d thrown them. I fell to my knees on the floor between his legs, looking up at him. He hadn’t told me what to do next, and if he was going to use me, then I’d let him happily.

Forrest could use me in any way at any time he wanted to.

“Take my jeans off, beautiful.”

I fumbled with the button and zipper on his jeans, my hands shaking with need. There was no way he couldn’t see exactly how fucking hard I was. I was sure I was leaking already, anticipating the taste of his cock on my tongue.

His beautiful, long, thick cock. The same cock that’d ruined me for the rest of my life. After having Forrest inside of me, I didn’t think anyone else would ever compare.

I slid his jeans down, and he lifted his hips to help me get them over his ass and past his upper thighs. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. Christ. His cock twitched under my gaze, the head already shiny—just like mine was.

Did seeing me submit like this turn him on this much? I hadn’t even put my mouth on him. I was about to, leaning forward to take the first delicious lick, but he stopped me.