Page 45 of Coiled Tight

“I want to suck you off,” I mumbled instead.

I didn’t usually obsess over specific acts or even specific body parts. Hell, I didn’t usually give a damn about how I pleasured a Dom. Doms were there to throw me all the way into subspace and get me where I wanted to go. The fact that they got what they wanted from me was an afterthought at most. Did I enjoy seeing their cum coating me? Their loss of control when they were deep inside me, and I squeezed around their cock?

Yes, I was human.

But D/s didn’t appeal to me because I wanted to make my partner come like they never had before. It appealed to me because of the way it mademecome.

Was that something else that made me selfish?

Most importantly, what the fuck did it mean that I was interested in it now?

“Here, or in the playroom?”

I licked my lips. “Don’t care.”

“Why?”

“Why don’t I care?” I almost broke out in nervous laughter.

Saúl pinched the skin he could reach through the T-shirt I was now regretting picking. I gasped, but the sharp sensation was grounding, the kind that had my senses sharpening.

“What do you get out of sucking me off?”

I drew a blank at the question. For once, itwasn’t the fact that it was him, or that I was on the verge of a panic attack, or even that I lacked the experiences that mattered. I just didn’t know.

Saúl didn’t look like the type to accept a shrug as an answer, though. Information I was saving for later.

“I want to taste you.”

I wanted him to claim me, to belong to him, to be marked. I craved the ownership that came with being around a Dom, with willingly becoming their puppet.

“Yeah?” Saúl raised his hand, moving it from my abdomen to my chest, to the hollow of my neck. “How do you like sucking cock, Cam?”

I whimpered. The slight pressure of his hand, the questions he asked, the way he said my name… It was too much, too much to not blur the edges and make me vibrate with the need to get whatever we were starting started.

“I like to start slow,” I breathed, “at my own pace. But I like it when I get my throat fucked raw and I’m dribbling saliva.”

There was a chance it was wishful thinking, but I’d swear Saúl sucked in a breath. Nothing better than to leave a Dom speechless, to put them in the same position they put us, where up and down stopped making sense, and things became much more animalistic.

Primal.

“Tap my thigh when you’re ready for that switch.”

“Here, then?”

There was a lot more to talk about, but right this minute, I didn’t care.

I’d told myself I was going to be much more careful about following and sticking to PRICK guidelines. Clearly, I was failing.

Maybe tomorrow.

It would be the last stretch of the road trip, and Saúlwould be driving, which would give me a lot of time to talk about everything under the sun. Might as well start leaving some topics for the trip instead of only having the traumatic stuff to overshare.

“I told you to turn around, didn’t I?”

This time, I did, coming face to face with his darkened gaze and the scrub on his cheeks that I kept wanting to nuzzle my cheeks against even though I knew it would be prickly and leave a mark. Maybe precisely because of that.

“Sir.”