Page 159 of Pucking Them
I rest my hands on his shoulders, enjoying the taste of him. I am enjoying more that we are kissing in public, as equals.
Then I pull back, grinning. “Hmm, that was hot.”
D’Angelo appears stunned; it’s a good look on him.
I’m going to try and put that expression on his face more often.
He licks over his lips, chasing my taste. “What was that for?”
“Because I want everyone to know that you’re mine.”
“Possessive. I thought that was my line.”
I shrug. “Aren’t dates about learning new things about each other?” I adjust his collar. I also like to mark my territory.”
“As long as it’s with kisses likethat, I may be able to deal with it.” He winds his arm around my waist, settling me more comfortably on his lap. “Did you enjoy what we did last night? Is there anything that you’d change?”
He always does this. Every scene he doesn’t just provide aftercare (although last night, he was the one who needed the care), but he checks in for days afterward, assessing if there is anything that I liked or didn’t.
Negotiation isn’t a one-time thing for our contracts; they’re constantly evolving.
“Apart from the bit where you collapsed and I thought that my ass was so tight that it had killed you?” I reply.
“Precisely.”
“I liked the way in that position our Robyn could watch everything that we did. It made her bloody wet. She enjoyed it, and it turned me on too. I loved even more that we could kiss, while you were…”
Why is this stuff harder to talk about than it is to do?
D’Angelo reaches to push a strand of hair back from my face. “And the suspenders and panties?”
My cheeks heat, but my cock instantly perks up.
Bloody hell, how does D’Angelo know how to reach inside me and find my darkest, deepest fantasies and make them real? We talk about them, but somehow, he knows how to make them intense andreal.
He even picked the exact color to match my eyes.
That detail nearly undid me.
My expression softens. “I loved them, darlin’. Thank you, they were beautiful. You’re bloody sneaky at buying gifts.”
“I’m better than Robyn at it, although she’s learning my tricks. You looked stunning in them.”
My cheeks heat further. “I wouldn’t mind wearing more stuff like that. But only for you.”
“What about for a fetish event?”
I consider for a moment. “It’s okay if it’s a costume and I was with you. Then I’m still wearing it for you like a leash and…”
Collar.
Shit, I’ve almost said it.
I can’t make a demand like that.
Everett’s leather collar flashes into my mind and how proudly he wears it. He once told me that it was his mostprized possession, even more than his brilliant leather coat. He added that he would give up everything he owned, rather than lose his collar. He has nightmares and anxiety spirals over doing something wrong and his Mistress taking it back.
Yet he also said that heearnedhis collar.
