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When she was with Gregorio, he demanded a level of intimacy that she hadn’t known existed. He pushed her out of her comfort zone, and the further she went, the more she wanted to explore.
He released her wrist, and she clasped her hands at the base of her spine.
“This could only be better if you were naked and I could torment your pouty little nipples.”
Arousal flooded her, making breathing a challenge.
“I’m waiting, Petal.”
She had to lower herself even more to capture the little metal tab between her teeth. With as big as his shaft was, doing what he said was almost impossible.
“You really don’t want to nick any of my skin, or there will be hell to pay.”
And since she would definitely suffer if she didn’t get to have him inside her again soon, this was a warning she decided to heed.
She spent at least thirty seconds—and maybe as long as a minute—painstakingly pulling up the zipper, one metal tooth at a time.
When she was done, she sat back on her heels.
“Such a good Petal.”
Somewhere along the line, without her being aware of it, he had loosened his grip on her hair, and now he tightened it again, tugging back slightly so that she was looking up at him.
“The position you are in right now is called kneeling back. It can be a very relaxed position for a submissive.”
A submissive.
Is that what you think I am?Or was she just exploring a whole new dynamic with Gregorio?
“Kneeling up, like how you began, is perfect for times when you’re waiting or when I want you to pay attention.” His voice changed, dropping, becoming more sensual. “But when I want you helpless, spread wide with your pussy open and available to me, kneeling back is my personal preference.”
Her clit throbbed, even though she was fully clothed. No one had ever spoken to her this way.
“You can expect in future that I will request this of you more often.”
In the future.
Her heart leaped.
Was he really considering that possibility? Or were these just sex words?
He crouched in front of her, and with his free hand, he cradled the side of her head. “You were made for this.For me.”He paused, never severing the connection of their gazes. “Admit it.”
Words lodged in her throat. Because the idea scared her, she couldn’t agree. But nor could she lie.
“Now my belt.” He released her long enough to grab it, and he held it in front of her. “Put it on me.”
They were only going to walk a short distance to the Den, so he truly didn’t need it.Unless…
She remembered the woman in the private room and the way her Top had used the leather on her rear.
Sasha swallowed hard.
Was Gregorio planning to do similar things to her?
Would she let him?
Painstakingly, she threaded the accessory through the loops, then secured the buckle. For a reckless moment, she pictured the metal, clenched in his palm, as he spanked her with the leather.