Punishment? You don’t have any right to punish me. And I can curse. I choose not to most of the time, but don’t think it doesn’t go through my head, asshole. I was trying to give you something. I was trying to give you my body.”
“That’s where you fucked up, little girl. I don’t want your body. I want your soul. I want your everything. And I definitely want your orgasms. I want them all. I’ll be a greedy bastard, savoring them and hoarding them all for myself. You wanted to give me your body? I can buy that on a street corner, sweetheart. You’re the one who’s being selfish now.”
“How is it selfish to offer to have sex? I don’t understand what you want.”
“First off, I want you to stop hiding yourself from me. You’re the one making this tawdry by pretending it’s dirty and not worthy of the light of day.”
“I didn’t mean it that way.”
“We’re going to do this my way. We tried yours and it didn’t work, so I’m taking control. I should have done it in the first place.
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Why do you think there aren’t rules to how sex will work? You didn’t want to talk to me about what you wanted. You pushed me into the room so I wouldn’t turn on the light because you knew damn well I would push back on that, didn’t you?”
She stayed where she was. “Yes. I don’t want you to see me. I don’t look like one of those girls in a magazine.”
He groaned, the sound coming from deep in his chest. “Those girls in the magazines are airbrushed and way too thin. The camera adds pounds so those girls are so skinny I wouldn’t be able to fuck them for fear I would break them. I want a woman, Avery, not some tiny freaking thing whose waistline only proves she doesn’t eat. I want a woman who can take me. I want a woman I can hold on to. So bend over because I want to see your ass. I want to look at it because I’ve been dreaming about it for days. It’s hot and round and so fucking juicy I can’t stand it. Get me hot, Avery. Show me your ass.
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...you make it sound like this is work. I’m having a hard time thinking about sex as a project to manage.”
He barely touched the cheeks of her ass, just a little tickle on her flesh, and her muscles clenched. “Only because you don’t take it seriously.”
“I take it very seriously,” she shot back.
“No, you take the choice of your partner seriously, but not the sex itself. The sex itself you view as something you have to give up to get to what you really want, and that’s companionship and affection. You can’t buy those with sex, Avery. Those will come or not, and it doesn’t mean a damn thing to any man. Not really. He’ll take sex from you even if he doesn’t particularly like you. He’ll take it because you offer it up so easily. Again—not the relationship, but the sex. You’re offering me easy sex. Sex where I don’t have to work, but I want to work because I do like you and I do feel affection for you. Do you understand?”
“You think I should ask for more.”
“No, I think you should demand more.”
“That doesn’t sound very submissive...
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Oh, is my baby’s little pussy finally getting wet?” He put his hand on her knee.
She tried to cross her legs. “Yes, and it’s a lot. It feels very messy.”
He could smell her now. Bending over and presenting her ass had done something for her. So had dirty talk. Yeah, he could talk dirty. “Messy is good. I want that pussy dirty and ripe when I start to eat it.
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But the next time I have to play fairy godmother, I'm shoving a wand up someone's ass.
Lexi BlakeYep, twisting Miles’s perfectly coiffed head off his body with his bare hands and then playing around in his blood would very likely get him in some trouble with the owners.
Jumping him later in the parking lot was a better idea. He wouldn’t kill him. Just break his kneecaps so he would remember to keep his fucking hands off Ryan’s sub.
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According to Shauna Rae, you just never know when the people next door are cooking meth until the trailer explodes.
Lexi BlakePeople are fucking maintenance. I don’t need more maintenance. I need peace and quiet and routine. Routine is good,...
Lexi BlakeUhm, what floor do you want?" That was polite, right?
Adam snorted but Serena smiled, a wide grin on her face. "I think it's the fifteenth floor. But you're the one who works here, so you might know better than me."
God, he was such a dumbass. He was so much better when he was just killing something.
I can let go of the twenty-three-year-old idiot who didn't realize just how much he could love you. I can. He's gone. I can let go of the man who was so tied up in his own guilt that he didn't really see you for years. But I will never let go of the eighty-year-old man who will hold your hand until the day he dies. I will fight for that old man. I will never let go of him.
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