also about showing her the clear rules of this deal. Going Barry Manilow now, being anything other than her Dominant, feeling anything except the desire to control her and the mission to pleasure her, wasn’t part of that deal. Not now. Not ever.
She swallowed. Then bit the other end of her lip. “I don’t understand.”
“There’s an…appearance that I require in my playmates.” He lowered his hand now, cupping it over the little curls of her mound. “No offense, you understand. This is gorgeous, but I demand direct access to your sweet clit at all times.”
“Oh.” The word flowed from her with warmth now, like the heat in the V where he lingered with the backs of his fingers. He dipped his voice to a possessive growl.
“I don’t want anything in the way of touching you in the deepest ways possible. Of feeling you, all of you, quiver for me.”
Three more seconds passed before their reverie got sliced by D’s comprehension. “Sh-shiny and sharp things,” she blurted. “Oh. Oh. So…you’re going to… Laurelle is going to…”
“Shave your pussy clean for me.” Saying the words did nothing to improve his composure. He fought the craving to just slide his fingers into her right now. He’d find her wet too; he was sure of it. He could feel the moisture, teasing his fingers even through her pubic hair.
“Wh-why don’t you just do it yourself?”
“Because I want to watch you . I want to see every beautiful inch of you…as you enjoy things.”
She didn’t miss his stress on enjoy. “You sound damn sure of that.”
“Because I am.” He met her gaze directly. He wanted her to know how deeply he meant it. Most importantly, he needed her attention for what he said next. “I’ve also requested Laurelle’s expertise…for a second procedure.”
Carefully as he’d couched it, he still couldn’t predict her response to that. All things considered, he thanked fate for her fondness of the royal family impressions tonight. Her step back, seeming to forget her nudity in the wake of indignation, was both adorable and gorgeous.
“Procedure?” She gave the word air quotes. “Listen, Mister. The girl-kissing thing jumped the shark last year. And I’m not sticking around for a pap smear either.”
He let her see the arousal in his face as he lunged and pulled her close again. Like he’d be able to hide it. “No mouth touches yours but mine tonight.” He palmed both her ass cheeks. “And believe me, Laurelle doesn’t do speculums.”
A tiny smile touched her lips too as she wriggled in his hold. His cock lurched in reaction. Fuck. She was so vulnerable, so warm, so naked. It was going to take a miracle for him to last until Laurelle finished the shave, let alone the rest of what he had planned.
“All right, then. What’s your devious plan?”
He forced himself to step back and shifted his hold to her hips. If he stood a chance of making it to the end of this thing, it started with reestablishing roles. On the other hand, a full disclosure would derail the plans before they’d chugged out of the station. Tact was in order. And he sucked at the stuff in the best of situations.
“It pleases me to hear you asking questions and speaking up.” He let his hands slide up her rib cage. “As a matter of fact, you’re fucking gorgeous when you do. Thank you.”
Dasha arched both brows. “That’s your answer?”
He leaned down and bit her bottom lip this time. “Let your Dom finish.” By now, his grip reached her breasts. He reveled in the sweet little intake of her breath as he tugged at both prominent nipples. “I love these,” he said against her mouth. “And I’ve got plans for them. A way of branding them as mine.”
She pushed her face up, begging for deeper contact with him. “Sounds wonderful.”
“Even if…there’s a little pain?”
Her features trembled anew. But she looked him in the eyes with ferocious intent. “If you’ll be there, I’m ready for
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