Page 53 of Lockout

She blinked as she absorbed my question. “I-” She gave a huff of laughter. “I don’t know.”

My hand stopped on her ass, though I gave it a good squeeze. “You weren’t a virgin-”

“No.” She shook her head. “But my boyfriends from before-” She stopped as I let out an unhappy growl of a sound. “Well, you asked,” she snapped. “I can’t tell you about what I do, or don’t know, in bed without bringing them up.” When I didn’t say anything she took it as consent to continue. “They were really vanilla,” she said. “I guess that means I am too.” She laid hercheek on the covers, tired of trying to peer over her shoulder at me.

“I’m not exactly a dom in bed,” I told her with a grin. “I just have a few things I like to do.”

“Like what?”

“Like handcuffing you to my bed so I can eat you out until you’re screaming. For one.”

She gasped, but she’d started breathing heavier. My dirty girl liked the idea of being helpless while I did delightfully filthy things to her. “Will you let me?”

She thought about it, then asked, “You promise you won’t do anything bad?”

I frowned at her. “Like what?”

“I don’t like to be tickled.”

Chuckling, I left her to go to one of the two small closets in this apartment. I pulled out a black duffel bag and started rummaging through it.

“What’s that?” she asked. “I didn’t even see that back there.”

I didn’t mention that I’d pulled it out from behind a removable panel on the back wall. It had all sorts of shit in there I might need.

“Why is it in here?”

Because I had go bags stashed all over this fucking compound. If anyone came for me and found one, well...there was no way they could get them all before I got one and got the fuck out of dodge. Of course, that was an old habit from before I’d started the club. Now, I had my brothers to back me up. I had their families to protect. But my habit of stashing go bags was here to stay. And this little apartment was always going to be part of mine one day, so I’d left a bag in here.

I didn’t say any of this out loud, just stood up and let the cuffs dangle from my thumb. “You sure about this?”

She licked her lips, driving me a little crazy as she did, then nodded. “I trust you.”

“Good. Trust me, Baby Girl, we’re not going to be getting overly kinky. I just like a bit of spanking. And biting. And no tickling,” I promised her with a wink.

“Biting?” she asked, her eyes widening then narrowing a split second later. “How hard?” Then she asked, “That question goes for the spanking, too.”

“As hard as you like,” I told her. “Roll over.”

Her eyes darkened with lust even as her body did as I asked. I’d always liked being in control in bed. Not that I wouldn’t let her take over if she wanted to. She just had to ask. I knelt beside her on the bed and placed a cuff around one wrist, then fed it through one of the wooden slats that made up the headboard, before securing the second cuff to her other wrist. “Now you’re all mine.”

She gave me a shy smile. “I like the sound of that.”

“Yeah? Good,” I said when she nodded. Then I cupped her chin with my hand. “Now open up for me, Cables.”

She frowned at me. “Cables?”

I grinned at her. “Jumper Cables.”

“Don’t call me that,” she snapped.

“I get to choose your nickname. And I like it. Now open up.”

She hesitated, but when I raised my brow she opened her mouth and let my thumb slide inside. When it hit her teeth, she bit down hard. I didn’t stop the grunt from escaping my lips. I liked being bitten, too. And scratched. I didn’t mind coming away from fucking looking like I’d been in a fight. I wasn’t going to encourage any of that, yet. Didn’t want to send her running in the other direction.

I cupped her tit in my hand, brushing my thumb over her nipple. “What do you like?”

“That,” she breathed out.