Page 47 of Frost Bitten
Holy fuck, he felt good. But then he told me to stay quiet and not wake Bast. I tried. I really did, but Corey just felt so good.
And then Bast woke up. God damn, his piercing gaze watching as I rode Corey. Fire, jealousy, need. Need above all else, and it was so hot. When he joined us, I was expecting much more, but I guess he’s taking it slow with me, and I appreciate that. By the time we were done, I was thoroughly and utterly, well, fucked. I could barely move, and I had a perma-smile all morning long.
After about an hour, Corey eventually throws on boxers to go outside and see if the coast is clear for us to run to the shower. When he peeks back in, he hurriedly rushes us across the hall to the shower that he already started. When Corey shuts the door with a wink, leaving Bast and me inside the bathroom alone, I am immediately overwhelmed with feelings of insecurity and shyness. I have now slept with this man twice, but he’s such an enigma. I’m just not sure what to say, so I turn and enter the shower.
Submerging myself beneath the spray is a great way to ignore him, I think. Until I’m gently tugged back into a hard chest. I take a deep breath to settle my nerves before beginning whatever this conversation may be. “Angel,” he whispers in my ear. “You were amazing this morning. Why are you so hesitant now?”
“I don’t know. Now that our hormones aren’t in control of us, I feel like real life is going to take back over. I still have issues I have to deal with, and this‘relationship’ we’re in is only going to cause us problems.”
“Cait,” Bast states firmly as he spins me around, “I don’t want you to worry about anything but us. No one else’s opinion matters, and you just need to focus on us.” He leans in, brushing a soft kiss across my lips.
“Now,” he continues, “you owe me a tough conversation about a fun but weird topic.”
I hope my gulp isn’t audible, but I pull up my proverbial big girl panties. I’ll need to get through this at some point, and it seems like I can’t avoid him anymore.
“Would you let me wash you? I’m not usually into doing stuff like this, but, Angel, you bring out my protective side.”
I turn my gaze up, studying his expression. He seems sincere and yet nervous. I can’t help but believe that his need to wash me isn’t typical for him, so I nod my head in assent.
He grabs the body wash, squirting some in his hand before replacing the bottle and lathering the soap. He starts at my shoulders, slowly working away the knots in my tense muscles. “I know you may not have answers to the questions that I have, at the moment, but I’m going to ask that you consider each one seriously, and if you cannot answer, you get back to me. This is important, and I want to make sure I don’t push you after what you’ve been through.”
“Ok,” I breathe, allowing the stress of the situation to wash down my body and into the drain.
“Is there anything that you know of that you will not consider? Please understand, I am aware of what happened, but I believe there are things, like your hands and feet being restrained, that I can help you work through. So, I’ll ask again after that reminder. Is there anything you are not willing to consider doing with me? With us?”
His hands glide over the flat of my back as I consider this, then I finally say, “I honestly don’t know. I’m willing to try. I’m just not sure how successful I will be to handle it all.”
“I’ll accept that,” he says, sweeping his hands around my chest. He gently caresses my still-hard nipples, pulling a gasp from my throat at the sensation.
“Moving forward, I want you to acknowledge that sometimes you do things out of spite or to get a certain reaction. Is that true?”
“Like what?” I ask. I’m confused about this, and I’m not sure what to say.
“Like earlier this morning, when you were teasing me. I am best not teased. Unless, of course, you are willing to pay the consequences.”
“And, um, what would those be?”
“It all depends on what the situation is. In normal life, likely I’d require some sort of non-sexual punishment. Something to benefit you, however, something you avoid. Like, maybe, I’ll restrict you from baking your cookies,” he says with a smirk. My resulting pout must amuse him because a chuckle rumbles from his chest and comforts me.
“Now, on the occasion you might become a bit of a brat during times that I can reprimand you in a sexual nature…”
Skeptical, I peer up at him, and the fire in his eyes tells me he’d enjoy whatever it is he’s thinking of. My eyes widen, shock flowing through me. What is this sensation? Fear? Or lust? Is that something I might be ok with?
“For instance… earlier, I directed Corey to smack your ass,” he says, lathering his hands down my stomach. “I would also be enthusiastic about edging. In multiple ways – whether physically working you over, or just little teases here and there.” Of course, he decides at that moment to sweep his hands down the crease of my thighs and in between my legs, cleaning up from our morning activities.
“Um… uh…” I can’t formulate thoughts. Complete mind blank. By the time I can think of words, he’s already washed my legs, and he’s waiting for my response. “Um, I guess I could deal with that,” I say, trying to complete my thoughts from earlier. I’ve never thought of myself as a brat, but yeah, earlier, I did tease him a bit, and holy hell, the thought of edging makes me weak in the knees. I can only imagine him working me up, higher and higher, to only wring an orgasm from me when he feels I’ve repented for my bratty behavior.Ohhh, would he reward me if I take my punishment well?
“Alright then. I hope you understand I will do everything I can to make sure and be considerate of what you’ve been through, and it takes me a minute to realize that he is kneeling on the tile floor behind me, slowly massaging my ass. I can’t help the small groan that escapes my lips and as I look over my shoulder at him, he looks up at me, his bottom lip tucked into a gentle bite of his teeth.
”Is there anything you don’t want me to do, something you know will trigger the memories?” I consider his question before slowly shaking my head.
”Words, Angel. I need you to speak to me.” His gentle command comes with a slip of his hands in between my thighs, and I’m lost in the touch of his body, from both before and now.
”No, I don’t know anything,” I murmur. I don’t know how I’m putting words together. This man was so unassuming when I first met him, but now he’s dominant and powerful, and it seems he’s learned very quickly how to manipulate me in the best ways.
I gasp as he removes the hands caressing my slick lips, but all of a sudden feel warmth against my back, and I know he’s risen from the shower floor. “What about if I played with your firm, tight ass?” The whispers breathed into my ear help relax me even more, and I lean back into his powerful arms. “I mentioned it earlier, and you didn’t seem opposed. Have you ever had experience with ass play?”
”Corey,” I breathe out his name. “He only used his fingers, and… I liked it. I’m willing to go further, but I’d just need to take it slow.”
