He jerked back, his pretty mouth now turned down in a pout. “Do you not want this? Want me?”
Wow. Noted. My psychopath could be sensitive. “It’s not that, Byron. I want you but I also want to feel like I have some sort of control over my own life. Everything is a whirlwind and I feel like I can’t make sense of anything. I have autonomy and I want to feel like I’m making my own choices. Can you understand that?”
“Not really. My brain doesn’t work like that. I don’t like choices. Never have. I just do what I want without thought to anyone else. But right now, I want to make you happy because that makes me happy. I’m only serving my own gain, really.”
“Real poetic, Byron.”
“But, if I’m not something you want then all you have to do is ask. I don’t think you realise how much power you have over me.”
“Would you really walk away from me if I asked you to?” The thought felt uncomfortable and made my stomach churn.
“Yes,” he replied earnestly. “I’d probably stalk you until you changed your mind, but yes. If you need space from me, if I’m too much, then I’ll leave.”
I grabbed his hand and placed it on my chest. “No, Byron. I don’t want you to leave, but I do want you to give me a choice. At least once in a while.”
“Okay. I can do that. I understand enough about feelings to consider yours.” He paused and licked his lips. “Occasionally.”
I’d take it. It was probably as much as I was going to get Byron to concede to and frankly, I had other things I wanted to do.
Namely Byron.
“Now we’ve had an adult conversation, do you want to stick your dick in my—”
I didn’t even finish my sentence. Byron grabbed my hips and rolled me under him before slamming his mouth down on mine. His tongue plundered my mouth, tasting every inch of it. His kiss was aggressive, passionate and almost painful. His teeth bit my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, and his hands sank into my hips hard enough to bruise.
“Jesus, fuck,” I hissed when he travelled his mouth to my ear and bit down.
“Did you mean it? Can I fuck you?” He said, his face popping back into view above me. “You can fuck me if you want. I don’t normally like it both ways, but I wouldn’t mind trying your dick in my ass.”
Holy shit. Damn. I couldn’t think. The thought of pinning Byron down had me harder than a fucking rock. “Maybe later. I want to feel like you’ve broken me.”
Byron dropped his head on my sternum. “Fucking hell, baby.”
I sank my fingers into his jet black hair and tugged his head up until he was looking at me. “Help me get out of my head. Make it hurt, kitten.”
“Do you trust me?”
“Fuck, no.”
He chuckled. It was a sound of amusement by there was something under it that sound like he was being indulgent. “Thatseems a bit mean, but it is smart. You can trust me, baby. I’ll only hurt you a little.”
“Okay,” I said on a breathy exhale.
His smile was absolutely salacious as he knelt back on his heels. “Strip.”
I peeled all the blankets away and removed my clothes while he watched, his eyes devouring every inch of me. He didn’t look away once. My skin flushed under his watchful gaze and my cock throbbed. God, it was so hard it was almost painful.
When I removed the last item of clothing, he reached for me. His hands grabbed my hips, and he flipped me over, straddling my hips. The coarse material of his combat trousers rasped against my skin and a shudder ran up my spine at the picture we must make. I wish I could see it. Him fully clothed sat on me whilst I was completely naked.
“Hands,” Byron ordered, his voice throaty and raw. He sounded seconds away from losing control and Jesus, fuck, I wanted to experience that.
I gave him my hands, and he wrapped something around one of my wrists. “What is that?”
“Cable tie.”
“Of course it is,” I said with a chuckle. I wasn’t surprised. There was most likely all sorts in his trouser pockets.
Byron secured my wrists to the bedframe, humming when he’d finished and dragging his hands down the backs of my arms. My body feltalive.