Page 50 of The Pretender

“You’re safe with me, love.”

Balt’s sweet reassurance pulls the words from my lips, erasing any remaining hesitation.

“It’s the middle of the night.” I lift my gaze to him. “I’ve been asleep for hours. I’m having a dream—groping hands, a warm mouth. My dick is hard and dripping.”

He rubs the back of my neck. “And then?”

“And then I realize I’m not dreaming. Someone is in bed with me, touching me, exploring without my awareness.”

“Without your consent?”

I shake my head. “No. The consent is understood. We’ve talked about it before. My lover would never take from me without knowing he could.”

A smile tugs at his lips. “Tell me more.”

“His fingers invade me, slipping inside to loosen me up. He pulls me into him and I gasp awake as he slides his cock inside me.”

Balt swallows hard as his gaze heats even more. “Yes.”

“Now I know what he’s doing, and it makes me so happy that my body can give him the pleasure he needs, and that he knows he can have me whenever he wants to.” I drag my finger down his cheek. “Even if I’m sleeping.”

“Jesus,” Balt mutters. “That sounds fucking hot.”

“Doesn’t it?”

He nods. “Are you telling me this because you’d like it to happen?”

“More than I can even express.”

Balt brushes his fingers under my chin. “Hmm. I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you.”

He searches my eyes before lifting my hand again and kissing my palm. “Actually, you reminded me of a desire I thought of a long time ago but never pursued.”

“Ooh, tell me, please.”

“Edging.”

I tilt my head. “Giving or receiving?”

I notice the hesitation in his expression before he blows out a soft breath. “Receiving.”

This is a surprise. “Why does it appeal to you?”

“I’ve been fortunate enough in life to get almost everything I want, especially with lovers. The idea of someone taking that from me, of controlling my desire, is… intriguing.”

“What does that look like to you? Do you want to be told when you can come? Do you want to wear a cage on that incredible cock of yours?”

“Fuck,” he whispers. “Where did you come from?”

I chuckle, climbing onto his lap to face him. I drape my arms around his shoulders, leaning in to brush our lips together. “Answer the question.”

Balt grins, shaking his head. “Give me a second to collect my thoughts.”

I grind into him. “Sure thing.”

He squeezes my ass as we rock together, his eyes roaming across my face.