“Tell me what you want, along with your limits, and I’ll do it. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”
“You mean my fantasy?” I ask slowly.
He nods.
My thighs clench at the thought. So many possibilities. Scenarios. I’ve only ever had that same one over and over. “I’ll think about it,” I tell him, still a little uncomfortable talking about it. I’m not sure I will feel okay telling him what I want. Or what I think I want. I’m not even sure what it is exactly.
RYAT
I KISS HER forehead and pull her body into mine. I’m not going to lie to her, but her fantasy turns me on. I had a feeling she’d like being dominated, but this is a fantasy on a whole new level. One that I’m more than happy to fulfill for her.
Matt is pathetic and knows nothing when it comes to sex. Three years without it and the bastard didn’t do any research? He never once thought that maybe his girlfriend was craving something that he should look into?
No woman asks to be raped—it’s a fantasy about submission. She wants to be dominated in way that she knows she’ll enjoy it. It’s the act of the coercion.
I’m not sure when the dreams started and I’m no sex psychologist, but maybe it was the fact that Matt turned her down so many times that she had to force herself to enjoy what her body craved. I mean, I loved when she drank the GHB and gave herself over to me, not knowing what I was going to do to her. Hell, she even thought I actually took her virginity at the time.
To her, that was a way of giving herself over to something that she knew she wouldn’t be able to control. But it was still her choice.
Matt tried to rape our assignments wife, but he put Blake down for fantasizing about it? That doesn’t make any sense. Although one is nothing like the other. He told her she was fucked up? I know Lords who prefer to watch other men fuck their chosens. I’d never allow that but that doesn’t mean it’s wrong. Fuck, maybe it means I’m insecure, and that’s completely fine. That’s my issue, not anyone else’s. Who the fuck cares? As long as all parties are consenting, then do whatever the fuck you want.
Pulling my chest away from her face, I look down to see her eyes closed and lips parted, she’s back asleep. Running my hand through her soft hair, I wonder what she’s dreaming about right now. Me and her? Back on that trail in the woods?
I want her to see me with the mask off and know that it’s fucking me giving her exactly what she wants. If she wants to role play, then I’ll play along. She can give me as much or as little. Doesn’t matter, I have an imagination, and I’ll make sure she likes whatever I come up with.
I snuggle her back into me, and I close my eyes, thinking a little forced-sex fantasy dream sounds pretty fucking good right now.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
BLAKELY
I STAND IN my bathroom getting ready when Ryat walks in already dressed in his clothes from last night. “You don’t have class today,” I say to him. He doesn’t have any on Fridays. Come to think of it, I never really see him going to any classes or talking about schoolwork. He may be on campus but never actually doing anything there. Makes me wonder if the Lords actually have to attend.
“I’ve got somewhere to be before my plane leaves this morning,” he says cryptically, walking over to me. He slaps my ass while staring down at it. I’m still naked, and my hair is wet. I just got out of the shower. “Fuck, that ass—”
“You pick.” I interrupt him.
He steps behind me, reaching up. He gently pulls the hair off my chest and shoulder to lay across my back and leans down to kiss my neck, while his eyes find mine in the mirror. “Pick what?” He kisses my neck again.
“The fantasy,” I whisper nervously.
His free hand comes up and wraps around my neck while his other comes around and massages my breast. “What about it?”
“You told me last night to tell you what I wanted in order to act out my fantasy.” Something about our conversation last night took a weight off my shoulders. I woke up feeling lighter—more confident in myself and what I want.
“I did,” he agrees, his teeth sinking into my skin.
I swallow the moan and focus on what I’m trying to say before I lose my nerve. “I’m telling you now, I want you to pick.”
“How I act it out?” he confirms.
I nod. “Yeah.”
Smirking, he meets my eyes in the mirror. “Last chance.”
I frown. “For what?”
“To rethink that.” I go to ask what he means when he continues, “Because you might not want to give me that kind of power.”