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Gods, I couldn’t have made more if he’d paid me. “Call it a kink,” he said finally. “I’ve never wanted a mate, let alone you.” Ouch, not that I didn’t already know it. “Fucking another alpha’s the only way I can knot and bite without any permanent consequences. That’s a nice side benefit of this arrangement.” In my state of blissed-out enervation, I couldn’t exactly argue with that. Well, no. I couldn’t exactly disagree.

I slurred, shouting at him, "You're nobody to me!" That stopped him dead in his tracks. His stare turned primal. Something ancient woke up in those silver eyes. He stepped closer, every movement heavy with deadly dominance. Then, he reached out, gripping my chin to force my eyes up to his. "Little one." His voice was a deep, ancient rumble, every word dripping with absolute possession. "If I can't tell you what to do after waiting centuries for you... then who the hell can?" Right then, the alcohol took the wheel. I went completely limp against his strong arms as my mind went black.

“What if I want to share? What if I pull your panties to the side and let whoever is interested come over here and f*** you against my chest?” My entire body clenches, but I’m too dazed to decide if it’s in protest or desire. “You’d do that?” He goes still for one endless moment. Then Hades curses and pulls me up so I’m sitting cross-wise on his lap. He grips my hair with one hand and knocks my legs wide with his other elbow. Then he stops messing around. Each stroke of his fingers drives me closer to the edge. “No, little Emily. Sharing isn’t my kink. I’ll be the only one touching you. Your pussy is mine until it’s not, and I’m not wasting a single moment by gifting it to someone else.”

I glance to find him looking at me pitifully. “Oh, sweetie, you’re so anti kink,” he says. “There’s nothing disgusting about it, unless, you know, you’re doing it to some caveman who hasn’t washed in months, and even that is not a problem with a condom. Also, regardless of how you feel, it can earn you in five minutes the money you’d receive for hours of mowing lawns or working in, I don’t know, McDonalds or something.” “As long as mowing lawns doesn’t demand sucking someone’s cock in a public restroom, it’s preferable to me.”

Smart, feisty, and naturally equal to him, she likely had no idea that she needed a bit of kink in her bed, kink he wanted to provide over and over again until she was exhausted or overwhelmed with ecstasy. Her reactions tonight at the club had suggested that she was a submissive in nature. The woman stretched out on the bar being handled by Jaxon, the club owner, seemed to have aroused Kenzie. Her cheeks had flushed, and she'd been unable to look away. More than just idle curiosity there. It would be such a treat to show Kenzie how fun his world could be. He was tempted to lean down and whisper in her ear, "Come over to the dark side. We have cookies and hot sex."

Was she ready for me to use and abuse all of her pretty holes? "Trust our mate." "Yes," she whispered, her pupils dilating. I placed my hand on her neck, my thumb caressing her cheek and watched as she smiled up at me. "I want to let you know what you should expect, Zina. I'm not, mostly, into vanilla sex. I've got a kink, a passion if you will and I'd like to share it with you," I admitted slowly. She audibly swallowed before taking in a deep breath, "What kind of kink," her little voice asked, her eyes wide and innocent looking.

It felt like I was drowning. I looked back up at one particular painting. They were kneeling , him behind her. The male had one hand on her stomach, the other at her neck. One of her hands was squeezing his thigh and the other was holding the wrist of the hand at his throat. Dominance. I smiled at it. " Do you like that one ? " Adrian asked me. I nodded my head. " One of my kinks is power play , it reminds me of that, " I confessed. His arms snaked around my body. His lips on my neck. " Now that is an interesting fact I like about you , but first we get some sleep, " he says, kissing my neck more.

"Experience is power. I know your body better than you because I have learned to speak its language. I know when you require pain, I know when you require holding, and I know that you require someone to relieve the pressure from your shoulders by means of putting a collar around your neck." The kink aspect of their relationship became a reality to her now, another level she didn't even realize that she had passed until she was already past it. And while it wasn't only about the sex or the degradation; it was about the authority that he gave her. His life experience gave him a certain kind of dignity that none of her age group could give her. He did not fumble, he didn't ask her for anything.

“It works fast, and I still need to get a few things set up.” As Jonah putters, I hold the can without drinking it like an awkward teen at a party who doesn’t want to look uncool but doesn’t want to consume alcohol, either. “We’re going to do this?” “Do you have a better plan?” Owen asks. He reaches out and rubs my upper arm in reassurance. “Maybe think of it this way: we get to do something weird and kinky and then never see this guy again.” “If exhibitionism was my kink, I guess that would work for me,” I grumble.

The bulge in my pants grew thick, almost appearing like a little monster. " AHH," I groaned as I rubbed my bulge in my pants with my one hand and touched my chest with the other. I have a secret kink of being aggressive and then submitting to the woman. I have always wanted someone to ride on me, sit on top of me and move her a$$. " Boss, you okay? Want me to call someone for you?" " Who are you going to call?" Alex glanced at me through the rearview mirror and answered," Your wife of course. I can see you are having a hard time doing that shit alone!"