Pushing Limits (Fighting Love #1) - kali cross Page 0,59
time, “Your turn.”
“Are you into BDSM?” I ask.
His eyes crinkle at the corners as he strokes his beard. “Yes and no. I’ve played and I enjoy the scene. But, am I looking for or have I ever had a slave/master relationship? No.” He shakes his head. “I like being in charge. Not all the time, but most. I enjoy learning what your body wants to tell me. Learning to please you and pushing your limits.” His eyes darken to a deep blue as his teeth graze his lower lip. “I love seeing you come, but sometimes I have to get you out of your head first. That’s easier when I take away all your control. Do I want you to obey me? In some things, yes. In others, no. It’s something two people discuss and discover together.” As he studies my face, he asks, “Does that scare you?”
“No. I mean I’ve never done anything like what we did the other night. The whole being tied up was exciting. And the red marks I had the next day, well, they were kinda hot. I liked looking at them.” I look down at my hands, my stomach is in knots. “But…” I look at him as my curiosity forces my question from lips. “Are you going to want to eventually beat the shit out of me or something?” My eyes widening, afraid of what his answer will be.
“No, Darlin’. I’m not a sadist.” His dimples come out to play as he flashes me a smile. “That was two questions, but I’ll let that pass. Where’s my reward?”
Leaning in, I kiss him thoroughly this time. I concentrate on the softness of his lips, the tickle of his beard. I give him a sweet, thorough kiss, pure and simple. No bells and whistles.
“Ok, my turn. What’s your dream?” His grin is almost boyish as he waits for my answer.
“My dream? I want to work in music as a producer. Earn enough to be financially independent so I could tell my mother to take her money and shove it up her ass. I want a nice house that I decorate myself exactly how I want it. It doesn’t have to be big, just mine. Killer bike, that’s a must. Friends I love, roots, a home I can count on. Someone to love, who accepts me for who I am, every part of me, and still loves me. I don’t need a lot of money, simply enough to live and do what I love. Honest and loyal people who I can count on if I need them. Gotta have that.” I stare unashamed at him. “It’s all I want.” I shrug. “What’s your dream?”
He smiles another boyish grin saying, “Pretty much the same. Now come over here and get your reward, darlin’.”
I smile as I lean in, and he captures me in his arms. My reward came by way of two orgasms, a boyishly sweet smile, and a “thank you for sharing all that with me.”
***
Watching him get ready was kinda fun. After I gave him his reward, that is. It was cool: Towel drying his curly hair, not giving a fuck about product or styling it, sliding his jeans over his long muscular legs, pulling a t-shirt over his chiseled chest, his easy smile when he sees me staring.
After I’m done ogling him, I scoot off the bed to throw on a t-shirt and jeans. I finger dry my hair, slap on some mascara and I’m good to go. Walking out to my bed, he sits back against the wall, studying his phone, his legs hanging over the side. I ask, “Ready?”
“Yeah, Dad sent me a text. The first calf is coming later tonight or tomorrow.”
“And that means…” I ask, wedging my body under his arm and snuggling in.
Chuckling, he says, “I forgot you’re not from here. Calving season is about to start. We breed the cows within the same timeframe so they will mature around the same time, and we can reduce labor costs and go to market once instead of year round. It’ll get pretty busy for a while.”
“Sounds like I won’t be seeing you as much.” My eyes study his chest.
“Not a lot, darlin’.” He kisses my forehead. Pulling me completely into his arms, he moves a wisp of hair out of my eyes. “I was hoping we would have more time together before the first calf was born. We’ll have to make the most of today.”