Page 158 of True Blue

Something curls low in my belly, sinking lower and lower, all the way to my dick.

There’s a buzzing under my skin, every hair standing on end, and I force myself to breathe through it, to stay still, to stay present, because this is not about taking anything from her. This is about giving her what she needs.

She grins like she’s amused, and then jokes. “Indie says, ‘stand on one foot.’”

I lift my right leg, and the smile drops from her face.

I keep my eyes on Indie, waiting for the next command.

Indie doesn’t look angry or annoyed.

She looks intrigued.

“Do you remember the first time we had sex?”

My heart pounds, my dick as hard as steel in my jeans. My mouth salivates. My hands twitch, aching to touch her.

“Yes,” I rasp.

“Do you remember what you did?” she drops her eyes down to the ground. “When you⁠—”

I nod, picturing myself when I got on my knees and crawled toward Indie—toward heaven.

Indie lifts her chin.

“Kneel.”

It’s like a reward.

Slowly, I place my foot down, bend my knees, and kneel. The hard floor bites into my knees; I barely feel it over the way my whole body seems to narrow down to her voice, her presence, the small movements of her hands at her sides.

Something has shifted between us.

The air feels charged.

“On all fours, Teddy,” Indie says, her voice husky.

I drop my hands to the ground, keeping my eyes on her, and go on all fours. Heat runs through my body. My dick is throbbing, painfully hard against the zipper of my jeans. My mouth goes dry, then waters, and I swallow hard as my breathing quickens.

My body is practically vibrating as Indie’s face goes hazy for a second, all the hardness bleeding away for a brief moment, before it comes back.

She stands up straighter, which doesn’t help my problem because it pushes out her breasts and the hard nipples I can see through the thin fabric.

Every part of this woman is designed to destroy me in the most wonderful way possible.

A soft whimper climbs up my throat.

Indie points to the ground in front of her and says four words that make my head spin.

“Crawl to me, Teddy.”

My breath stutters. There’s no pride left in me, no ego, only the choice to obey her because she asked it of me.

I start crawling.

Slowly.

Indie’s chest heaves the closer I get, and I take my time, savoring this moment. I don’t entirely know what’s going on, where this has come from, but I feel on fire in the best way.