Everyone deserved kindness.
Chapter Twenty: Lila
Dare and I relaxed on my couch after a morning ride on his bike. He’d declared Friday a day off for both of us and told Zayn to handle the shop. I had loved the three hours on his bike, and now I lay relaxed on his lap while he watched TV. I traced the curve of his biceps and followed the twisting artwork down his arm to the JB boldly designed on his wrist.
I scooted onto his lap. “I’d like a long, hot flame, like a spiral or wall of fire and from it a fire dragon being born with the dragon wrapping over to the top of my shoulder. At the base, a word would start the fire.”
His face shuttered and he leaned back. “Get Zayn to do it. He’s great with what you describe.”
My heart dropped to the floor, splintering. This tattoo symbolized my rebirth and I’d hoped he’d do it.
“Could Zayn do the Sanskrit and you do the dragon?” I didn’t want to beg.
“Oh Sanskrit.” His features changed again. “I’ve done that, cool.” He almost said something else but shut his mouth. “You got some paper, a pen?
I hurried to my bedroom and brought back a notebook and pen for him. I sat next to him while he started to draw a box.
“The Sanskrit.” He drew flames licking up the page, combined but also individually distinct. From one of the flames a dragon emerged, long and sinewy in the Oriental style. He’d read my mind, because I totally wanted an Asian dragon. The dragon slithered up the paper until he’d finished.
“That’s it.” I grabbed his talented hands. “Your art is beautiful. You sketched it so fast, just the way I imagined it.” Heat radiated from my core. “Would you sketch it or stencil it?”
His gaze devoured me then he closed his eyes and opened them, focused now on his drawing. “You’d let me draw freehand on you?”
“Definitely.”
He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. “A bit of both, actually. I’d stencil the Sanskrit and the outside outline of the dragon, then freehand the detail.”
Electricity jumped between us, from our connection and from the way he just understood me perfectly. An idea hit me. “You know, I’m in the mood to try something new.” I kissed his lips.
He arched a brow, and a mischievous smile played across his face.
I straddled him. “Teach me...” I peppered light kisses across his lips. “The pleasures of...” I gulped and plunged ahead. “Anal sex.”
He possessed me with his brutal kiss and I surrendered.
“You sure?” He spoke into my lips. A frown lined his brow.
I nodded.
He smirked. “You have lube? A vibrator?”
Heat washed up my neck and cheeks. “Yeah, under the bathroom sink. I’ll—”
“Get naked and in bed.” He stood and headed for the bathroom.
Holy hell. What am I doing? Anal always scared me and kind of grossed me out, but I’d committed, and honestly, with Dare I’d try anything once. With him, excitement conquered any fear.
I hurried to the bedroom to undress. I’d just lain down when Dare entered the bedroom.
“Good toy.” He held out my vibrator and I tried not to cringe.
My vibrator wasn’t something I normally acknowledged, let alone used with a guy.
“Lube’s not so great, but it’ll do.” He held up the vibrator. “Can I use it on your ass?”
“Yeah.” I’d buy another one because it wasn’t going from ass to vagina.
“This isn’t a wham bam kinda deal,” he warned. “We start this afternoon and see how far we go before we need a break.”
I nodded, liking Dare in teaching mode. A spicy mix of fear and anticipation ran up my spine.
“On the bed, ass up on all fours.”
The short commands already stoked my desire. Why did I like being the puppet?
“You need to move faster.” A smack to my ass followed his words.
He smacked my other cheek and moved in the alternating pattern until my ass stung. Each impact mixed pleasure and pain. I writhed, plucking nipples and moving to satisfy the building pressure in me. His finger stroked between my cheeks with the cold, slick movement of lube before moving to my pussy and finally my clit.
“Dare.” I keened and moved into his finger.
“My good girl. Go after what you want.” His fierce voice surprised me. “Make yourself come.”
I pulsed into his finger, more than happy to follow his direction. I leaned onto my elbows so I could rub my nipples across my fingers and hit my sweet spot all the faster. As the shudder of release hit, Dare pushed a finger into my ass.
“Fuck me, please,” I begged him, pushing my ass back into his finger, liking the new sensation.