Buttons & Hate (Buttons 2)

She pressed her face close to mine then gave me a kiss softer than a rose pedal. “You would die before you let anything happen to me.” Conviction rang in her voice like the bell in the town square. Her unshakeable belief in me was both warming and heartbreaking. “And I would die before I let anything happen to you.”

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She crawled on top of me on the bed, her tits in my face and her ass in the air. “I want to do something to you.”

My hands slid over her hips, touching the smooth skin. “Enlighten me.”

“I want to tie you to the bed.” She looked into my eyes and waited for permission without ever asking for it.

My cock twitched at the thought. One my fantasies were coming true. And she did it all on her own. “Go for it, Button.”

She opened my nightstand riffled through its contents. She pushed past the condoms and the books until she found a pair of metallic handcuffs. “I knew you’d have a pair in here...” She moved my hands to the headboard and restrained me through the beams. Her eyes didn’t blaze in jealousy like they should.

I knew I would throw a rampage. “I’ve never had a woman here before.”

“It’s really none of my business whether you have or haven’t.” She secured the cuffs before she dragged her fingernails down my chest.

“I really haven’t.” The only reason why those things were in my drawer was just in case I had someone over here. But up until this point, there had been no visitors. “I haven’t used these with anyone else.”

She saw the truth in my eyes and she smiled. “You use these with yourself?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I would.” She sprinkled kisses down my chest until she found my cock resting hard against my stomach.

I imagined all the hurtful things she would do to me. Maybe she would pour hot wax down my chest and burn the skin. Maybe she would grab my belt and whip me across the chest. Maybe she would cut me.

She kissed my cock from the tip down to the balls. Her tongue dragged across the large vein throbbing in the side. Then she sucked my balls into her mouth and ran her small over the sensitive area.

She gave amazing head.

She lapped at my balls and my cock for five minutes, making my body tense in longing. I loved feeling the back of her throat, the way she would gag slightly when my thickness was too much for her. She lathered saliva up and down my base, getting me ready to enter her tight pussy.

She crawled back up my chest, her ass still high in the air like a pouncing tiger. She kissed my chest again and felt the muscle under her fingertips.

I never thought I would love giving someone else the control. “What are you going to do to me?”

She sat up and positioned her lithe body on top of my lap. My cock lay underneath her, hard and throbbing. Her wet sex rubbed against mine, ready to feel me stretch her. “Whatever I want.”

“Are you going to hurt me?” I kept my voice steady even though I was desperate for some pain. A belt hung up in my closet. All she had to do was grab it and whip me senseless.

She cocked her head to the side, my meaning clearly lost on her. “Do you want me to hurt you?” She dragged her nails down my stomach. It was a tease—a sexy one.

“Yeah.” I wanted her to slap me across the face so hard I saw stars. I’d never wanted a woman to dominate me, to control me, but I wanted her to be the first. Control and domination were things I needed to survive. But they didn’t seem so important with this woman.

She rocked her hips slightly, dragging her heat up and down my length.

“Grab my belt and whip me until I bleed.” I pulled on the handcuffs because I was desperate to touch her. I wanted to grab her hips and thrust myself inside her in on clean move.

She stopped moving altogether, her eyes narrowing on my face. “Maybe you like hurting me but I never want to hurt you, Crow.” She leaned forward until her face was suspended above mine. She leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss over my heart.

“You’ve never done it. You’ll feel differently if you give it a chance.”

She held my gaze with a stern expression. When her lips were pressed tightly together and her eyes were narrowed she looked like a terrifying disciplinarian. But that made more attracted to her. “I never will.” She pressed a kiss to my lips and her hair fell over one shoulder, blanketing my chest with softness that smelled like vanilla.

My heart ached for the confession but it didn’t change my desire. I still wanted her to hurt me brutally, far worse than I ever hurt her. She was the only woman with the backbone to do it. But I dropped the subject because she wouldn’t cooperate. “You’ve teased me enough.” I thrust my hips upward, my cock wanting to slide into her entrance.