Page 96 of Ruthless Creatures

Writhing underneath him, I shake my head and whimper a denial.

His voice turns dark. “Yes, you know.” He grabs my wrists and presses them back to the pillow over my head.

Panicking, I blurt, “I said you couldn’t spank me!”

“I know, baby. Shh.” He kisses me softly. “I’ll never do anything you say no to. Okay?”

Relaxing a little, I nod.

He kisses me again, then murmurs, “So what do you say to being tied up and blindfolded?”

Whatever my face is doing, it makes him grin. “You like that idea.”

“I don’t know. It sounds kinky. I’m not kinky.”

“Says the girl with a huge collection of sex toys and a vocabulary that would make a dominatrix blush.”

He thrusts into me again, gently biting my neck, then whispers, “I want to make you come when you’re restrained. Blindfolded, restrained, and begging.”

“The deal is you only get to do to me what you let me do to you. Remember?”

“Funny, I don’t remember agreeing to that deal.”

“Would you, though? Because it would make me feel a lot better. Safer, I mean.”

He lifts his head and examines my expression. After a moment, he says, “Yes.”

Feeling a combination of fear and excitement, I whisper, “Really?”

“If that’s what you want. Yes.”

He thrusts again. And again. His breathing grows ragged.

I think this topic of conversation is exciting him, too.

“So you’d… you’d let me spank you?”

His lids lower. A muscle flexes in his jaw. On another roll of his hips, he says, “Yes. Then I’d fuck you so hard after, you wouldn’t be able to walk for a week.”

“You’d let me tie you up and blindfold you? Make you come when you were restrained?”

His eyelids flutter. He says roughly, “I’ve never let anyone do that to me before.”

“Would you let me do it?”

His hips move faster. The hand around my wrists tightens. He licks his lips. “Yes.”

“Would you let me touch you where you touched me… in the back? You know.”

He does know. His eyes are so hot and dark they’re almost burning a hole in my head. He growls, “I’ve never let anyone do that, either.”

What is this strange sense of power coursing through me? I feel like I could order a mountain to get out of my way, and it would.

Looking up into his eyes as he continues to fuck me, I whisper, “But you’d let me do it, wouldn’t you?”

In a move so fast it’s a blur, Kage withdraws from me and drags me off the bed. He sits on the edge, pushes me to my knees between his spread legs, grabs his jutting erection in his fist, and stares down at me with eyes like fire.

He says through gritted teeth, “Yes. Do you want to?”