One Dirty Night - Page 101

Hunter didn’t reply for the longest moment, almost as if weighing his words. “Is he leaving because he’s wanted to for a while, or is he running away from you?”

I gritted my teeth and turned off the TV, ridding the room of flickering blue light. “Pretty sure he’s running away.”

“Did something happen?”

“I…” Balling the blankets in my hand, I confessed, “The morning after we were with you, I caught him jerking off in the shower. I got on my knees and opened my mouth even though he told me that he would never be with me again.”

“So…you presented yourself to him?” He clicked his teeth. “What did he do?”

“He says I forced him.”

“He accepted what you offered?”

“Yes.”

“Did he come?”

“Yes.”

“Did he return the favour?”

“No.”

“No?” He growled. “That fucking bastard. If that’s his version of power play you can do much better, Ella. No self-respecting Dom would ever let his sub go wanting. Your happiness and pleasure are what we live for. We ache to see you give in. We burn to make you shatter. If I don’t have your climax on my dick or tongue at least twice during a session, then I failed you as your Master.”

A full-body shiver shot through me. “Can I just say how much I love the way you talk.”

He breathed heavier. “You like me being honest?”

“I like that you hold nothing back.”

“I’ve learned not to. It took time, I won’t deny that. Speaking so crudely comes with its drawbacks, but it also comes with great reward. Why should I censor myself when I’ve got my tongue in your cunt, and you’re the most delicious flavour I’ve ever tasted? Why should I stay silent on how fucking good you feel as I drive inside you? Words have a power all of their own. I can’t tell you how explosive they can make sex when a Dom talks to his sub—not to demean or belittle her but to praise and reprimand her. To tell her exactly how hard she makes him by giving him everything that she is.”

“You’re making me wish I was at your big top.”

“Fuck, me too.” He groaned. “I’m stroking myself and could come right now if you said you’d travel up here and pay me a visit.”

“I have work in the morning.”

“Have you never heard of a sick day?”

I laughed. “I’ve never pulled a sick day in my life.”

“What? Ever?”

“Nope. Not even at school.”

“God, no wonder you needed to be ruled so badly. You’re fighting a lifetime of restrictions chaining you down. Let me guess…you never did anything bad as a kid, right? Never sucked off the wrong guy at school when you were meant to be in a math test? Never smoked weed with the rebel crowd? Never tried to seduce your teacher for better grades?”

“Eww.” I giggled. “My teachers were all old.”

“And I bet at least one of them spanked himself to thoughts of you.”

I shivered. “Why does that make me feel powerful when I ought to be grossed out?”

“Because we’re just human. Driven by instinct. Part creature, part monster, part saint. Knowing that someone in a position of authority wanted to fuck you takes back some of that power they have over you. You realise you hold all the cards, all the time. You realise men are nothing more than beasts, panting for a smile, aching for a touch, and ready to die for the barest chance to sink inside you.” A rustling sound as if he stroked himself. “Fuck, I want you. I’m so close.”

“Hunter…I—”