“Shut it, Annie,” he grumbles though there is still a smile on his face.
“Ketchup!” I scream louder, but that doesn’t make him untie me. No, he does something I never realized men do, and something I never thought I would like. He spanks my lady parts…hard.
“I told you to only use that word if I was hurting you or you didn’t like what I was doing to you. Did I hurt you?” he asks and his eyes are frozen on mine. I’m still stinging from his slap and my body remains half aroused, even if I’m not in the haze I was before.
“No…” I whisper truthfully, looking away from him and to the wall by the bed.
“Look at me, Annie. Did you like my mouth on you?”
“Yes…” I whisper, my attention captured by the dark look in his green eyes. They’re glowing almost like jade glass. Beautiful is the word that pops into my mind, and they are.
“Then why did you use your safe word?”
“You were laughing at me…” I grumble, looking away again.
“Eyes on me, Annie. Eyes on me.” I can’t help but obey the command in his words. “I wasn’t laughing at you, sweet Annie. I was laughing at what you called your pussy.”
His frank words bring heat to my face and I look up at the ceiling.
“Annie,” he growls.
“Yes?” I ask, still staring at the ceiling.
“Have you ever had a man inside that hot little body of yours?” he asks, and it should bother me, but it doesn’t. It feels wicked talking with him about this, and it makes me feel alive. Maybe I’m being seduced by the devil.
“No…”
“So you’re innocent? No man has ever fucked you? Has one ever made you come?”
“Sabre…” I shift on the bed, I’m not sure how words can excite me, but his manage to.
“Eyes, Annie.”
“No…” I look at him and whisper my answer like it’s a dirty secret. I’m scared it will turn him off to know that I have no idea what I’m doing here.
“Has a man ever had his mouth on you?”
“I…yeah. I’ve been kissed, but…”
“I don’t mean your mouth, sweetheart.”
I wait for him to explain, I have no idea what he wants from me.
“Fuck me, you are innocent. Do you want to know why I laughed so loud when you screamed out cookie?”
“I uh…I guess so…or not. I really, this isn’t fun Sabre, I think maybe I should have thought this through more. I mean it’s kind of insane. We don’t know each other, we’ve barely spoken. I think I just got carried away because you’re so good looking and things but well, I am not that kind of girl. I mean I guess you know that now of course, it’s just…” I stop talking, rattling really, when he slaps me there, yet again.
“Now that I got your attention. I asked you a question. Answer it, Annie.”
“I don’t know. Why?” I ask and I sound petulant, like a child. I am pouting. I can’t help it.
“Because, sweetheart, I’ve decided I’m going to be your own personal cookie monster.”
I freeze, wondering if he means what I think he means. He looks so heart-stoppingly gorgeous taking me in with those beautiful eyes, his dirty-blond hair streaked naturally with lighter shades, his body so solid and defined, ink covering his arms and hands. Again, the word beautiful comes to mind. “My…what?” I ask, and that’s when I lose it, completely. He gives me a half smile and it makes his eyes sparkle even more, and I think this is it. This. Is. It. It doesn’t matter if I don’t know him. It doesn’t even matter if I just met him. I like him. I want him, and I don’t want to pass this up. Sabre doesn’t answer. Instead he pulls my legs apart, the whole time his eyes are on me. He uses his thumb to open me to him and I heat up in embarrassment because no one has seen me like this before. Then he does something I may have read about in books, but I never expected to experience. He puts his face against my center and I feel his tongue slide through my slit and push against the delicate skin there and lick me like I was an ice cream. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before, but something I definitely want to feel again. My eyes are drawn to his. My hands are tight against the restraints and I whisper the one word that I know deep inside he wants from me right now. I give it freely. “Please.”
Chapter 7
Sabre
I’ve seen some fucked-up shit in my life. It’s shaped me and made me the man I am. I never thought I’d ever see anything innocent. I sure as hell never thought I’d be the one to touch it.