Page 58 of Between Never and Forever

“Maybe you’re even more jealous than I am.”

“No. I’m holding myself to specific standards. I’m not sharing toys with other women. I don’t want them here if I’m going to be here.”

“We’re not using toys,” he ground out, and his nostrils flared.

“We are.” I picked up the ball he told me he hadn’t used on anyone. “Only ones that are mine, though.”

“You know, if we even contemplate doing this, heartbreaker, you’re not going to make the rules. I am.”

“But you’re going to listen to my requests?” I lifted a brow as I looked at him in the mirror and then rolled my pussy hard into his hand. “Because I’m going to have them.”

“Jesus, you’ve always been a demanding little thing.”

“No different than how bossy and controlling you are.”

His jaw worked up and down as he stared at me in the mirror. But then he snatched the ball from my hand and ground out, “We’re going to be the death of each other. I’m going to drag you to hell, Kee, and neither of us will be able to save the other from the fire.”

I nodded and then whimpered as he took his time dragging that cool metal on my inner thigh. “Better with you than someone who doesn’t understand.”

“Understand what?” he asked as the metal met my center.

“I don’t know, Dex. Understand this. Wanting and needing you and hating you for it.” I was past the point of caring anymore how far we were taking things. I wanted to feel everything with him. I wanted our wounds ripped open.

He didn’t respond to what I was saying. His gaze was on my pussy and how he worked it so slowly. Back and forth over my entrance again and again to the point that I bucked against him. “Patience, Kee.”

One of my hands fisted against the dresser. “How do you use it on me? Just do it.”

“I use it by letting you feel the metal first.” He dragged it slowly to my clit then, and when he reached it, I gasped at the sensation. “Tell me how it feels.”

I breathed in and out fast, unsure if I could handle something so new to me so soon after losing my innocence. My body vibrated, spiraling in a new direction.

“Tell me,” he said again with a firmer tone this time.

“Like your piercing. Cold, heavy, powerful.”

“Yes. Exactly.” And then he took his time sliding it back toward my entrance and into me so that my walls clamped down around it. “You’re so wet, heartbreaker, you’re overflowing when I put it in you.” The sound that vibrated through him traveled to me and rattled my bones, my heart. “Fuck, you’re too perfect.”

I wiggled at the new sensation of feeling something so cool and then how it warmed in my body but seemed to weigh my pussy down and cause an ache there, like I was nearing ecstasy but it was just out of reach.

“You feel how your body holds it, Kee? Like it wants to be fucked and full all the time.” He pulled on the chain to reposition it, and I whimpered as I wiggled against his hand.

“I want you, Dex.”

“Not now.” He stepped back. “This is a good start. A good way for me to see if you’re ready for more with me.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “I’m ready for anything.”

“Then prove it.” His eyes hardened, that green darkening like his soul was turning to stone. “Take a few days with this. See how you feel with that in. Maybe after a concert or two—”

I straightened away from the dresser then. When I did, even my breasts felt fuller, more weighted, and definitely more aroused. I was turned on to another level. “A concert? That’s weeks away and…” Should I admit that my body literally wanted to beg for an orgasm now?

“If you can’t handle it—”

“I’m capable of handling whatever you throw at me, Dex. People have underestimated me time and time again.” The anger I felt at his words was amplified too.

And when our eyes met, the war between us was almost palpable. Hate and pain and love and brutality clashed there in that room.

“I never underestimated you, Kee. If anything, I overestimated what you could handle with me. I expected you to stay, remember?”