Bad Things (Tristan & Danika, #1)(59)

I was gratified when I saw how fast I was taking him over the edge.

His neck arched back, and he almost shouted with his release.

I kept moving, riding out each spasm of his pleasure. Watching him lose it was almost as good as losing it myself.

His hands moved to my hips, and he looked almost angry as he met my gaze.

“Okay, that’s not happening again.” His voice was low and almost mean.

I was caught off guard. “What do you mean? Didn’t you enjoy it?”

“Of course I did. You saw that. But that isn’t happening again. I’d rather not get off at all than have you suffer through it, more concerned with impressing me, than enjoying this. It’s not a f*cking competition, Danika.”

That threw me for a loop, and I found myself blushing hotly.

“Okay, new ground rules,” he growled, dislodging me with two firm hands on my hips.

“New ground rules?” I repeated. “What do you mean?”

“No over-thinking this, first of all.”

I knew exactly what he meant. I had been more in my head than in the moment, and whether we were dancing, swimming, or having sex, he could always seem to tell.

“Okay. Fine. What else?” I squared my jaw as I said it.

“I’m in charge.”

“Excuse me?”

“Because I don’t want this to be calculated for you.”

“What do you want, then?”

“I want you to let go. I want you to submit. I want to make you lose your mind. I want you to be so far gone that the only word left in your vocabulary is my name.”

A shot of pure heat ran through me. I licked my lips. “How are you going to do that?”

He rolled me onto my back, looming over me. His brow was furrowed, as though in deep thought. “It’s really too bad we don’t have any restraints around.”

My eyes widened. He liked to find new and interesting ways to surprise me.

“Do you have some sort of fetish? How did I miss this before? Aren’t there supposed to be warning signs for this sort of thing?”

He chuckled as he rose from the bed. My eyes stayed glued to him as he went into the bathroom, gloriously buck-ass naked.

“Are you going to find me some restraints, Master?” I called out.

“Oh, shush,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice.

I just lay there for the minutes it took him to clean up and join me again.

My eyes widened into huge saucers as he set more foil packets beside me on the bed.

“One. Two. Three. Four…” I counted, wondering if it was even possible we’d need them all.

He smiled, a flash of his straight white teeth. “I was being conservative. I can always get more out of my bag, when we come up for air.”

“Okay, now I know you’re shitting me.”

He laughed hard. “Such a pretty girl…such a dirty mouth.”

I stuck my tongue out at him, and his face turned serious as he bent down to kiss me.

“I was serious, Danika. I’ve wanted this from the moment I laid eyes on you, and we’re not stopping any time soon.”

I tried to process that, but my mind wasn’t working at top speed, as his mouth moved down to my neck, and his body slid hotly along mine. I could feel his sex, already rock hard again, rubbing hard into my thigh.

I snaked a hand down, wanting to touch him, but he stopped me with a firm hand on my wrist.

He pulled that arm up high above my head, then gave my second arm the same treatment. “I was serious about the restraints, too. If I had something here, you’d be tied to this bed already. You lost touching rights when you pulled that stunt back there.”

“It wasn’t a stunt—I was just trying to make it good for you—”

“You were keeping score, turning this into something ugly by taking your own pleasure out of the equation. That’s not happening again. I’ll be doing the touching from now on.”

“You did the same thing, yesterday. You took your own pleasure out of the equation, too.”

“You’re lying to yourself if you think I didn’t enjoy that just as much as you did, and I sure as hell wasn’t suffering through it.”

That shut me up, that and the fact that his mouth had wandered south.

Delicious shivers shot through me he made his way down my body with feather-light kisses.

“Are you going to let go for me, Danika?” he breathed against me.

“I’ll try my best,” I gasped.

“You don’t have to try, sweetheart, you just have to submit,” he murmured, right before he set to work on me in earnest. Somehow, his words had the intended effect, and I found myself relaxing into his hold. Even when his hands moved away from my wrists, I left my arms where he’d put them.

His mouth was relentless, his hands everywhere at once, rubbing, stroking, driving me wild, and making me weak.

I submitted to him, my restless mind went quiet and dark, and it was the sweetest feeling in the world to let him take control of it all.

Something inside of me, in the way I’d been shaped, made it so hard to change the way my mind worked, and the way it worked was twisted. I felt so much shame when things were out of my control, and that control had always included sex.

For the first time in my life, I trusted someone enough to take that control from me, I gave him that control willingly, and that trust healed something raw and aching deep inside of me.