about the alure of pain. 'Put your hand on my throat.'
'What? No.' Sweat gleams on his forehead.
Both of us can barely speak, our bodies using al their
energy for the fucking and leaving little for conversation. I
dig my nails into his shoulders and rock my hips, getting
closer. I close my eyes. I want him to do this, give me
what I want. What I think I want, anyway. What I want to
try.
'Put your hand on my throat!'
'Fuck…Paige…' He's getting close, and soon it wil be
too late. He'l come, I won't.
My eyes open and I bear down on him, my legs around his
waist. 'I want you to do it!'
'I don't want to hurt you—'
'It's sexy,' I argue.
He'l have to put me down soon. He's got me braced
against the wal, but even Austin isn't that strong. I bring his
face to mine and kiss him. And then I make him give me
what I want.
'If you don't, I can find someone who wil.'
'What?' His eyes fly open, the pupils wide and dark. He's
so close he can't keep his hips from moving, even though
he wants to stop. I see it in his face. 'What do you mean,
you'l find someone—'
'Maybe I already have. Did you think of that?' The lie,
cruel, pushes from my mouth.
cruel, pushes from my mouth.
I see him thinking about it, as best he can anyway with the
blood pooling in his cock and orgasm clouding judgment.
How things have changed lately. How I've wanted
different things…and where I might have learned to want
them. From who.
He doesn't know about the books I've found, ordered
from overseas, or the Internet chat rooms where people
address each other as Master and Mistress or Slave.
Austin doesn't know this part of me that wants to explore.
'Maybe I've been—' pleasure chokes me '—fucking
around.'
Oh, how wel I know him.
I don't answer, but my head tips back again. My eyes
close. I'm going to come. My back skids suddenly along
the plaster as Austin shifts.
'Paige! Goddamn it!'
'Put your hand on my throat,' I whisper.
'Put your hand on my throat,' I whisper.
And Austin does.
His hand can't close al the way around my neck, but it's
