Jessica doesn't trust men. Worse, she has a string of short relationships and runs away when things get too serious. Demons from her past resurface when she meets him, Angel Seth Saint, her new teacher with a burning look. And, even if the young wom...
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Then he puts a batch of paper on the table. I almost jump.
"What is this?"
"Our contract."
He says it so confidently, like it's totally normal. But for me, it's not. I haven't really had time to think about it, and tonight wasn't the best example of a classic bdsm session.
"I need more time."
"You know I would never force you to do anything. If you want to drop everything Jessica, I wouldn't stop you."
I feel his hand slowly move up my thigh.
"It'll just be a shame," he whispers into my neck. "There are so many things I would have liked to do to you-"
Why does this man have such an effect on me? When he touches me, all logic leaves my body. It is enough that his fingers brush my skin for me to lose my mind. He puts his hand on my neck and pulls me back. Then he places a series of kisses on my skin, while his fingers go higher. Slowly, higher. Because I understood that it was his thing to torture me.
"Do you like having this power over me, Angel? You like it when I beg you to fuck me!"
He smiles.
"It's deeper than that, princess. Being a dominant isn't just about dominating and humiliating your submissive. That's where a lot of beginners go wrong and often do the wrong thing. It is a very complex task. We have to guide you...protect you...reassure you..."
He pronounces each of his words between two chaste kisses on my lips.
"You have to get as much pleasure out of it as I do, otherwise there's no point. "
"But you will always put your pleasure before mine!"
"You think so? "
"Yes! Since we met, you're always ordering me around."
"No, you force me to do it because you don't take care of yourself. And even if I give you orders, you can always stop me if something bothers you."
He finally releases my neck. To my regret, he also removes his fingers.
"That's what your safe word is for, princess. Which is...?"
I try to remember, but the expression on my face betrays me.
"It's...uh-"
"'Licorice.' The one food you hate."
"How did you remember that?" I'm surprised.
"I pay attention to every word you say, princess. I mean, when that beautiful mouth isn't busy doing something else."
I lower my eyes. But my smile soon gives way to tears. Angel doesn't understand why, and to tell you the truth, neither do I. Even though I have a small idea.
