I blush, somehow embarrassed by my own desires, but I can’t stop it anymore. “Yes, I… I know you need to feel control again. And I…” I gulp. “I need to let go of everything. Just this once.”
“Just once?” He raises an eyebrow. “You’ll never let me do this again?”
I smile, teasing. “I might, depending on how you’re doing.”
Daniel laughs gently, looking into my eyes. His fingers graze my jaw, tilting my chin up. “I’ll give you what you need. But first—” he pauses, his voice lowering, “safe word?”
I blink up at him, my pulse racing. “Seriously?”
“Seriously,” he echoes, his tone firm but soft. “You say ‘yellow’ if you want me to slow down and ease things up. ‘Red’ if you want me to stop completely. Understood?”
I swallow hard, my lips parting. “Yes.”
“Good.” His thumb brushes over my lip. “You’re mine now, baby. All mine… “
“Yes, master…” Now that I think about it, it’s a really smart idea to use a safe word. I love how considerate he is.
He might seem like an asshole to others, but deep inside… I know he cares. I know he cares a lot.
And that alone makes him so attractive to me.
“When I’m choking you—”
“Wait. You—what?” I ask immediately, eyes widening.
“We don’t have to do this,” he reassures me quickly, his voice soft. “I’ll do it only if you want me to. If you’re okay with it.”
I think about it for a second. “I mean, I… I’d like to try it, I think,” I finally tell him.
“Are you okay with blindfolding or handcuffs?” he asks. I nod, feeling a surge of excitement mixed with anticipation.
“I haven’t done this before, but as I said, I’d really like to try it.”
Daniel smiles at me. “God, you’re soperfect.”
I smile back immediately. He’s so… beautiful. So considerate of everything. Fuck, he’s perfect.
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down towards me, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. His deep moan against my mouth makes my body shudder.
How can a man be so dangerous, yet so handsome and sexy? I don’t get it.
“Can we start? I’m getting excited here”, I grin at him.
Daniel nods with a firm smirk. His eyes never leave mine as he walks over to the small side table by the bed.
The soft light from the lamp casts a shadow over his movements, making everything feel more deliberate, more intense.
I watch his every move, my body getting more excited every second. He’s naked, except for his boxers, and fuck… This man is the sexiest man to ever exist.
I feel like he can make everything I don’t like look better. Feel better. Fuck, he’s like a God.
He opens the drawer, and my heart skips a beat, knowing exactly what he's pulling out.
First, he takes out the small bottle of water, setting it gently on the nightstand—his way of ensuring I stay hydrated, even in the heat of the moment.
Although his walkie-talkie is giving him a signal, he ignores it. He just turns it off, deciding that nothing else matters right now.
I’m sure he’s aware it could be Julian, giving him information, but he doesn’t care.