Chapter 36

Chapter 3 6

At home, Nix finally relaxed.

“Guy’s in custody,” he told me as I sat on the sofa and tried to remove my strappy heels. “Video footage showed everything that happened. Going to get a restraining order set up for you.”

I nodded. “Thank you.”

He was taking on so much, and as I struggled to get the clasp off my shoes, he knelt before me to remove them. “Sorry if I was too much earlier,” he said. “No, I’m sorry that I was too much earlier.”

I shrugged, placing my bare foot on his shoulder as he unclasped the other. “It’s okay. It was kind of hot. No, sorry, it wa s hot.”

And I spread my other leg before unbuttoning the front of my dress to show some cleavage. “So hot that I’m as wet as you wanted me on the phone.”

His frown was only visible for the smallest second. “Livie…”

“Nope,” I said and leaned forward to take his shirt collar between my finger and thumb. “It’s Livid to you. And I want you to keep your promise. I want you to take away any touch of anyone else. You said no one else will ever touch me, but now you need to prove how you will. ”

He visibly swallowed.

“You’re going to taste me, touch me. You’re going to kiss every inch of my skin. Anything he might have done to me, you’re going to do. You’re going to make me feel it, and you’re going to make it feel good in the way only you can. Do you understand your assignment,Armas?”

“I do,” he said and kissed my knee. “But you’re in control here.”

“Harder, softer, faster, slower?”

His mouth twitched against my skin, the breath of his laugh tickling. But he looked up with dark, warning eyes. “Red and yellow flag too.”

I’d commented toSalihajust how much of a red flag he was at first when, really, he was green—a bright, neon-green flag.

I repeated our safe words in agreement.

“I’ll do whatever you want,” he told me. “If you want to tie me down, if that would make you feel safer—”

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “You’re going to touch every inch of me, remember? You can’t do that tied down.”

“Every inch of your body?” he asked, head turned and already trailing his lips down my calf. “I know some places are particularly ticklish.”

“Maybe not those,” I giggled as he lifted my foot to press a kiss to the palm of it.

I sank down in the chair, my skirt riding up further. He paused, eyes on my knickers.

“Good girl,” he murmured against my foot and I shifted in the seat, the leather creaking beneath me as his touch tickled. But his words… those two words had my stomach fluttering.

“That,” I said, placing my feet on the ground. “That’s what I want. That’s what I need. When you call me that. ”

“My good girl?” he smirked, fingers tracing up my thigh. He pressed small kisses behind their trail as they reached mypantyline.

I leaned back, head against the cushions, as he pulled me down for my ass to hang off the edge of the seat.

“Did you miss me?” I asked as he ran his finger up my slit over my knickers. They were wet, just as I’d told him they’d be. He pressed his face to them and breathed in before sighing, the hot air from his mouth making me clench.

“I’ve missed hearing you come,” he said. “I’ve had you all this time, though.” He lifted his head. “I’m here for every version of you, Livid. EveryLiviethere is, she’s mine. You want time? You’ve got it. You want my tongue, fingers, cock? At your service. Willing to fulfil every need. My heart? Yours. Always. I love every version of you.”

“I need all of them, but the fingers and tongue can work first,” I told him.

He pulled my knickers to the side and ran his finger through my folds. My choked gasp at his cold touch was nearly louder than how slick I was. He ran his tongue from my entrance to my clit, a deep moan vibrating against me.

“To answer your question,” he said, finger on my clit as he spoke. “That’s what I’ve missed. That noise there. The way you wiggle when I tease you, how you’re about to try and ride my face from below, how you get off by using me. The way your breath catches when I praise you. Your little choked cries. That’s what I’ve missed.”

Before I really had time to understand what he’d said, he was no longer talking. The man was devouring, the tempo, the pressure just how he knew I liked it. How to get me to do what he’d just said. My throat formed sounds that could resemble words, but I was so far away I couldn’t understand them. My breaths increased as he built the desire in my belly. Warm, hot, powerful.

“S—slower,” I stumbled over the word as I knew I was about to crash and burn.

He slowed his pace but inserted a finger into me, hitting my G-spot on the first try, eager to get me to come.

But I denied myself the pleasure, even though I lifted my hips to get closer.

And when he was close to making me come again, I fought it once more. “Softer.”

He cocked his head to the side, letting me see the quick flicks of his tongue. “Why are you denying yourself, Livid?”

“Because I don’t want it to end,” I admitted, my voice quaking on a tremble as he put another finger inside of me.

“Do you want me to tease you?” he rasped against my inner thigh before planting a kiss there. His fingers slowed inside of me, the slowest drag in and out, but reaching for my g-spot each time, just the tiniest tap.

His grin was mischievous at my drawn-out breaths. “Do you want me to deny you? Until my hand is dripping? Until you beg, Livid?”

I nodded, arching into his hold. The look on his face always made me want to clench my thighs. He gave it in public, in private, between my legs. Over dinner. When I was dinner.

Those hot eyes, his lips slightly parted as he looked me over, almost as if he was in awe.

“You say I’m in control,” I rasped, feet planted firmly on the ground. I started to bounce, making his fingers fuck me slightly faster. “But I’ve always had control. I’ve always trusted you; I know I can stop this whenever I want. ”

“I’m so proud of you,” he whispered and that was it. I was going to come, it was out of my control.

“The bed,” I managed to pant. “The bed.”

And then my feet were not on the floor. They were in the air. He’d thrown me over his shoulder, and I was dangling as he took me to our bedroom, a hard smack against my bare ass as we went before he flicked the light switch on.

That was important.

Because he knew if I couldn’t see it was him…

That had been part of the problem last time.

He pressed kisses into my back as he unzipped my dress before lying me down and running his rough hands up and down my body, up my stomach, chest, breasts, before slowly bracing my throat with a cautious look up.

I lifted the hand signal to show him I remembered it and then, hand on top of his, tightened the one around my throat and dragged the other down to my pussy.

When he ran the lightest strokes against my clit, and I shivered in anticipation, I pulled at his trousers, greedy to have him as much as I was greedy for his touch.

“No, no,” he groaned in my ear as I started to go light-headed. My eyes were in the back of my head, nothing but pleasure in my veins. “Livid, you don’t get to touch me until you come again.”

My neck turned, searching for him — always searching for him — and his tongue was on mine in a slow, wet kiss as his strokes picked up, still light, but faster. My heels dug into the duvet, trying to climb him to get to his cock.

“Your greedy pussy takes my fingers so well,” he breathed.

“Harder,” I whimpered in his mouth. “Harder.”

Before, it had been to tell him what I liked. Now, it was to tell him I was ready.

“Good girl.”

And I was coming, body quaking, hands clawing at his back to stay on earth as I rode the thick and fast waves with a cry of his name.

My face was buried in his neck as I recovered and he planted small kisses in my hair. When my breathing calmed, he lifted my chin to kiss me on the mouth. Adoration bore into me through those blue eyes.

But I could only stare for so long when that unattended erection pressed against my leg through his trousers.

He chuckled as I pulled them and his boxers down, mouth on the head of his cock the second it was free. His laugh became a grunt as I took him down my throat, over and over. His hand tangled in my hair, gently guiding me up and down his length.

When he swore, it always encouraged me to take him further, fuck him harder.

But opening my eyes at the sounds he made, I saw a square of his upper thigh had been shaved. On it was the number 18.

I lifted my head to frown at him in question. “When did you get that?”

“Last week,” he said, shuffling back on the bed to sit up. “Look closer.”

I did. On the bottom curve of the eight was a dash. “What’s—”

“The eight is an O for Olivia and a Q for Quinn.”

“That…” I whispered, staring down at it. “That’s…”

“I know how much you love reverse cowgirl,” he laughed sheepishly. “And I thought it would help you remember that it’s me.”

This fucking man. “I love you,” I said, my voice breaking .

“I know,” he grinned. “I love you more. Now climb on my face,” he demanded and tugged at my hips. I was still light on the shock, but I focused on his cock, running on instinct and then I felt his tongue back on my pussy, sucking on my clit. I gasped around his cock before he smacked my ass again and I fell onto his mouth where he held me close, arms hooked around my thighs.

I did exactly as he’d said I would. I rode his face until I was crying, tears in my eyes falling on his groin. When I was sure I was going to pass out, I lifted myself off him to see his chin was wet. I kissed him, sharing our tastes between our tongues.

“You’re in control,” he whispered. “Ride me.”

I impaled myself on his cock, falling forward with my palms on his hard chest as we both groaned.

“Yes,” he grunted. “Take me deep — ah, fuck.”

And I did. I took him all the way before rocking back and forth, his hands on my ass.

“Ride me, Livid,” he begged again. “Find that sweet spot. Ride me.”

I continued to rock, rotating in an infinity sign on his cock until my vision whitened and a sharp, pleasure-filled hiss escaped me.

“There,” he said, his hands running up and down my arms. “Right there. That’s it. Fuck yourself on my cock. Tuestellementbelle,Lividé .” You’re so beautiful, Livid.

Grinding on him, I lay flat against him, chest to chest as I did as I was told, until the heat in my veins and the white spots infiltrated the darkness of my closed eyes and I came with a scream.

“Fuck, those are such pretty noises you make. You almost make me come, feeling you come around me. Hearing what it does to you. Hearing you lose control.”

I was a sweating mess as I gasped, sitting up again. “Fuck me, please, ma?tre . Please.”

He leaned over me before rubbing the head of his cock against my overwhelmed clit and kissing along my neck. The man’s hands and lips hadn’t stopped touching me since we’d entered the room.

“Please,” I begged. “Please.”

When he pressed in, I threw my head back onto the duvet, basking in feeling so full. He kissed down my chest with each slow thrust and my fingertips glided up his muscular biceps until they tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. His breath on my lips, we didn’t kiss. We just looked into each other’s eyes with each broken exhale as he brushed my hair from my face.

He took in everything I was as I did him.

And I felt safe.