Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
All I could do was whimper and cling to him as I tried to kiss him back, doing my best to show him I wanted to submit to his kiss and not just be a passive partner who took his desire. But when I got lost in his kiss and started to rock against him, grinding my dick against his, he pulled back, pretending to frown.
“Oh, check-in time.” He gave me a soft kiss but didn’t back up as he fucked with me again. “What is your limit on my cock moving against yours? I know you said you didn’t mind us pressing against each other when we’re clothed, but what if we grind against each other? Would that be an acceptable limit?”
I was never going to change the topic again.
If he wanted to discuss limits, we’d discuss limits. There was no amount of embarrassment worth the way he was torturing me and dragging out making me come.
God, I really hoped he was going to forgive me and let me come.
Fuck.
If we’d talked more then I’d know if he liked to use denial as a punishment.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
His lips twitched as he had to have read the frustration on my face. “I just want to make sure I understand your limits and I don’t railroad you into doing something you’re not comfortable with.”
Crashing my face into his shoulder, I ignored his barely audible chuckle and tried to find a reasonable response. “Thank you for being a good Dom and doing your best to take care of me.”
I was a short-sighted idiot.
“Us moving against each other is well within my limits.” I had to fix this and that started with an apology. “I’m sorry I kept changing the subject at dinner when you were trying to understand my limits.”
“Was there not enough privacy?” His tone was too even for me to know if he already knew the answer, so I responded honestly.
“No, Sir. We had plenty of space between us and the next table and the waiter was doing his best not to hover. I was just…I was just short-sighted.” Ugh, I hated this. “If I didn’t want to talk, I should’ve safeworded. You didn’t have enough information to push me, though, so I should’ve been honest about how I was feeling.”
“Nervous.” He knew he was right, so I nodded.
“But that’s not an excuse for changing the subject when it was an important topic…” I had more to say but the words got stuck.
“And?” Dante wrapped both arms around me and held me tight. “Finish your sentence.”
The order seemed to make the lump in my throat smaller, making it easier even though I wasn’t planning on moving from my hiding place anytime soon. “And I shouldn’t have avoided the topic when I knew I wanted to kiss you and to have you touch me again.”
Ugh. Why weren’t Doms mind readers?
Dante didn’t laugh at my ridiculousness, though. He was the perfect Dom and tightened his hold on me, pressing me tight against his body so it felt like I was trapped. “I wanted to kiss you again, and I wanted to hold you again. I wanted to feel you moving against me, and I wanted to give you a memorable first scene, no matter how that looked.”
My sigh probably made him want to chuckle, but he kissed my head instead, so I did my best to be helpful and not drive both of us insane. “I…I wanted that too, but I don’t have a lot of experience talking about limits and even less when it comes to first dates working out.”
Did he know what an incredible understatement that was?
Probably not, but I didn’t think it mattered as I kept up a rambling explanation. “But what I kind of forgot was that it wasn’t our first date and that I already knew you. You’re not mean and you wouldn’t laugh at me even if you think my limits are silly.”
“There are no silly limits.” Kissing my head again, he used one hand to start stroking my back. “There are people in the lifestyle who don’t like pain, or who like it a lot. There are people who like to be humiliated and ones who need to avoid that. No one does this the same way as anyone else, that’s why we find the limits we have in common.”
I took a breath, but before I could get a word out, he chuckled. “And no, you can not worry about the possibility of us not having anything in common. We already do. I loved everything about your little headspace, and even if you told me that you went a lot younger sometimes, it wouldn’t be a problem.”
He knew me too well.
“I wasn’t going to say that.” His snort said he didn’t believe me. “But I lost my train of thought.”