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  “Scarlett, can I tell you a secret?”

  She leans forward and places her hands on my chest. Her touch is so gentle and light that it’s like being touched by a flower petal.

  “Yes.”

  I lean forward, brushing my lips against her ear, and then I softly whisper to her.

  “Nobody knows what they’re doing, love. We’re all just figuring it out one day at a time, but we’re hoping nobody will notice that we’re lost.”

  She pulls back and looks at me, surprised.

  “Is that true?”

  I nod.

  “Do you ever feel lost, Acacius?”

  “My sister died and left me her child,” I tell her. “I wasn’t prepared for that, Scarlett. My entire life has been in turmoil. It’s been crazy and wild and sometimes, I don’t know how I’m going to keep going, but I have to.”

  “Because Jason is counting on you.”

  “Yes, exactly.”

  “You’re a good man. You know that, don’t you?”

  “Sometimes I don’t want to be a good man,” I tell her.

  “What do you want to be? Tell me.”

  “Sometimes I want to be wild, Scarlett.”

  “And how would you be wild?” She asks. Her voice turns sultry with arousal and she takes her fingernails and drags them down my chest. The gesture is just light enough that it doesn’t sting, but hard enough that I still feel the unusual sensation.

  Wow.

  No woman has ever touched me like that before.

  “It’s killing me not to be inside of you right now, baby.”

  “Is that what you want? You want to slide your cock inside of me?”

  “That’s exactly what I want.”

  “Are you going to fuck me hard, Acacius?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you going to make me moan?”

  “I’m going to make you come over and over again.”

  “I dare you,” she whispers, kissing my cheek. “I fucking dare you.”

  Chapter 7

  Scarlett

  THERE’S SOMETHING ABOUT Acacius that brings out the wild side of me. Generally, when I’m with a partner, I’m not quite so brazen or demanding, but with him, I just want to push every little button I can and see where we end up.

  I can smell how aroused he is. I can sense it. He’s turned on just thinking about all the ways he can fuck me, and I want to find out what he has planned for us. I reach for his shoulders and pull him forward. The floating table bounces and moves slightly beneath my weight, but I’m not scared or nervous by this technology. His pod is much more advanced than the one I share with my sister and her mate, but that’s quite all right with me.

  Who knows?

  Maybe we’ll find some interesting toys to play with to add to our lovemaking.

  For a minute, I think he’s going to fuck me right in the kitchen, but he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around him. Acacius fists my hair, tugging my head back so he can lick and bite my neck.

  Damn.

  My girly parts turn all tingly as he licks and sucks on my neck, and even though I’ve already come once, I’m already starting to ache for another orgasm.

  Is that terrible?

  Maybe, but I want more.

  “Acacius,” I groan.

  “Patience, darling,” he chuckles. He carries me out of the kitchen and into the bedroom. I try to look around at the design. What kind of décor does he have in his room? Is he fancy or simple? Does he have a big bed? A lot of pictures? I want to know, but he seems to notice that I’m more interested in the room than I ought to be, and he shakes his head.

  He laughs, setting me down on the bed. Like the kitchen table, it’s floating gently above the ground. I love beds like this because they’re soft and squishy and they bounce in all the best ways. He turns around, moving away from me.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Trying to find something to bind you with.”

  What?

  “Bind me?”

  “Yes,” he laughs. “You’re entirely too fidgety. I want to tie you up.”

  “Do you tie up all the girls?” I ask, teasing him.

  “Only the very naughty ones,” he looks over his shoulder and winks at me. A minute later, he comes over with a long pink strip of fabric. It looks very soft, but I’ve never seen anything like it before.

  “Uh...”

  “What is this? Is that what you’re wondering, love? It’s something I brought from Mars, and it’s only the very best. Wrists, please.”

  Perhaps it’s a terrible idea to let this guy tie me up on our very first official date, but I’m in a wild sort of mood, so I let him. Eek. I hold out my wrists, crossing them, and he drapes the pink fabric over my skin. Instantly, it winds around my wrists and binds them together. He didn’t even touch me! The fabric did it all.

  “What sort of nonsense is this?” I grumble, confused.

  He only laughs.

  “Practically magic, isn’t it?”

  “What is it?”

  “It was given to me by a Martian prince who uses it to tie up all the naughty girls in his harem.”

  “Really?” I ask, surprised and impressed.

  “No,” he chuckles. “I bought it off a traveling merchant, but it does what it’s supposed to do.”

  “Hey! You had me going!” I laugh, shaking my head, but he’s already moving toward me again. He has another one of those fabric thingies in his hands, and this time, he’s going for my face.

  “And now the eyes, love.”

  “Why can’t I keep my eyes open?” I ask quietly, blinking them.

  “Because something tells me that you’re having a hard time letting go and enjoying the moment,” he says.

  “What gave you that idea?”

  “You keep looking around, and I have a feeling you want to know why I chose to have my pod decorated in the fashions I chose, rather than why I want to lick you from neck to pussy.”

  I blush.

  He’s right.

  He shouldn’t be, but he’s right.

  “Okay,” I whisper. I close my eyes and hold still as he binds the cloth around me. Well, the fabric really does all of the work, and then suddenly, everything’s black and I’m at his mercy.

  “The most beautiful thing about you is your curiosity,” he says. “I love how open and free you are. You always want to know more, and that intrigues me about you.”

  I gulp.

  I’m not used to genuine compliments like this, and I’m a little embarrassed by them, to be honest.

  I can’t see anything at all, now, and as I start focusing on that, there’s a little part of me that feels really, really scared and nervous. I feel kind of uncomfortable, actually, because I really am totally at his mercy.

  I’ve only just met Acacius, but I think that I can trust him, and I think that he’s going to push me in new ways that I’ve never experienced before.

  I want that, anyway.

  I want these new experiences.

  “Thank you,” I finally manage to say.

  “Ah, so you remember your manners. Good. I won’t have to spank you.”

  I blush a little.

  A spanking?

  Is it terrible that the idea of being spanked kind of...intrigues me?

  Acacius seems to notice.

  “Unless you want a spanking, Scarlett.”

  I don’t say anything. I just hold perfectly still and hope that he won’t see or notice me. If I’m perfectly still, he won’t be able to figure out where I am or what it is that I want more than anything.

  But the thing about Acacius is that nothing really gets past him. I feel his hand on my cheek and I lean into his touch.

  “Scarlett?”

  “Yes?” I squeak out the word.

  “Do you want me to spank you?”

  It’s such a hard question.

  I mean, yeah, of course, I want to feel him spank me. I’ve read books before where the girls get paddle
d until their asses are red and their pussies are wet and they’re just aching with desire. I’ve read stories where the hero “punishes” the princess until she’s begging him to just fuck her. In fact, I’ve touched myself to stories like that many times. I’d never tell my sister, but sometimes, the things I want are a little messed up.

  They’re a little bad.

  So yeah.

  I’d say that I want Acacius to spank me.

  Only, I’ve never asked for anything like this before. I’ve definitely never been vulnerable in the things I’ve begged for. When I’ve had sex – and I have, I’m not a virgin by any stretch of the imagination – it’s always been very passionate and exciting, but there hasn’t been a lot of begging.

  There’s never been that extra something that makes everything just come together.

  “Scarlett?”

  “Yes?”

  “I’m waiting.”

  I made him wait. Somehow, that makes me feel bad and guilty, even though I know he probably doesn’t mind too much.

  “Are you struggling with your answer?” He asks carefully.

  “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  Why?

  How many reasons should I give him?

  I came here today because I wanted to fuck Acacius. I wanted to play with him, suck his cock, and make him feel like he was on top of the world. I did not come here because I need to use him as a therapist.

  Somehow, I feel like if I’m truly open with him, this could quickly turn into a venting session, and I don’t want that.

  “I don’t want to tell you,” I say.

  “Honesty,” he murmurs. “I appreciate that.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “That’s all right,” he tells me. “We’re still getting to know each other, Scarlett, but I hope that at some point, you’ll feel comfortable talking with me about your desires.”

  I hope so, too.

  “Why don’t we start with an easier question?” He says.

  “Okay.”

  “Would you like me to pull you over my lap?”

  He’s right.

  That is easier.

  It’s easier because it’s something very specific. He’s not asking me if I want to have sex right now or if I want him to spank me until I cry. He’s not giving me some vague question that I can read into and overanalyze. Nope. Acacius just has one very simple question.

  “Yes,” I say. “I would like you to pull me over your lap.”

  He presses his lips to my cheek.

  “Such a good girl,” he murmurs against my skin. I can’t explain why, and I don’t even really understand why, but this simple phrase does so many naughty, wonderful things to my insides.

  Carefully, he manages to maneuver me so I’m lying over his lap as promised.

  It’s a little awkward and a little strange, but...

  I don’t mind.

  “You look lovely,” he says.

  “Thank you.”

  “Would you like me to touch your bottom, Scarlett?”

  Again, it’s a simple question.

  Do I want him to touch me there?

  The answer, once again, is easy.

  Yes.

  Yes, I do want that.

  I want that very much, actually.

  “Yes, please.”

  So he begins to rub my bottom. He touches me with both of his hands and somehow, it doesn’t feel scary.

  I’m bound.

  I can’t move.

  I can’t escape.

  For dragon’s sake, I can’t even see him anymore, but I can feel him.

  I can feel him.

  For a long time, Acacius massages me and touches me delicately. It’s so strange for a man to be this sensitive to my needs and desires. He’s already made me come once and now, I can already feel the beginnings of another orgasm.

  “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

  This time, it’s easier.

  “I’m thinking that you’re very gentle. Most men aren’t.”

  “Your previous lovers have been rough with you.”

  Not a question.

  “Yes.”

  He lets out a little growl, and I kind of like that my confession has such an effect on him. So Acacius likes me, at least a little, and that’s a pretty good feeling. He at least feels controlling and possessive of me, but in a good way.

  “You don’t like that, do you?” I ask him.

  “Being a man doesn’t give someone the right to be callous.”

  “You’re unusual, Acacius.”

  He scoffs.

  “I hope you mean that as a compliment, love.”

  “Of course,” I whisper.

  He keeps touching me, and I allow myself to relax across his lap. He rubs my bottom for what feels like an eternity, and then he rubs it a little bit more. Over and over his hands knead into my skin and then I just let myself go.

  I allow myself to fully relax and I let go of every ounce of tension that happens to be rolling around in my body.

  And I just feel.

  Chapter 8

  Acacius

  THE GENTLE SNORE THAT escapes from Scarlett’s mouth is just about the cutest thing I’ve ever heard. Biting back a chuckle, I relax on the bed and just keep rubbing her back and bottom. So that’s it, is it? The little Chaotic woman hasn’t had a chance to rest. If I had to guess, I’d say she hasn’t had time to herself in a very, very long time.

  Maybe years.

  Scarlett feels safe here, which is why she was able to let herself go long enough to fall asleep. I’m both honored and surprised by this. I love the fact that she was able to pass out without stress or fear. I’m glad she didn’t worry.

  But I also wonder what she’s been through.

  Has she really never been with a lover who wanted to please her?

  Has she really never been with someone who wanted, more than anything else, to take care of her?

  Carefully, I unwrap her wrists and remove the cover from her eyes. I don’t want her to become sore or uncomfortable while she’s resting like this. No, Scarlett deserves far more than even this, and I won’t be the one to take that from her.

  I rub her back for nearly half an hour before she stirs. She makes a soft mewling sound before finally rolling over and looking up at me.

  She blinks.

  “What the hell?” She sits up quickly and then grabs her head. “Oh....”

  “Did you sit up too fast, little one?”

  “Yes. My head.”

  I rub her back while she finds her bearings again, and then I kiss her deeply over and over. I pull her deeper into my arms and find myself growing even more excited.

  “Let me kiss all those worries away,” I whisper.

  “Acacius...”

  She grabs my hair and pulls me closer. Soon she’s straddling my lap, which isn’t the way I saw today going at all. No, I figured that I would grab her and hold her down as I slid in and out of her tight little body, but she seems to want to be in control right now.

  And I’m okay with that.

  To my own surprise, I’m fine giving up this little bit of control if it means giving it to her because she seems to so desperately need it.

  She pushes me back so I’m lying on the bed. I’m flat on my back and she climbs over me, touching me. Her hands make their way up my chest like tiny mirekitty paws, and she scratches and rubs at me as she moves. Soon she’s straddling me completely, kissing my neck, and running her hands all over my body.

  There’s a problem, though: I still have some clothing on.

  Giggling, she climbs off of me and kneels beside me. Then she starts tugging at each piece of apparel until it’s gone. One by one, my clothing hits the floor and she laughs as she kisses each body part.

  Then she sees my cock, and the giggling stops.

  I smile as I look at her admiring me.

  “Wow,” she murmurs.

  “I take it you like what you see,” I wiggle my eyebrows su
ggestively, and this causes a new fit of laughter from the most beautiful girl on the planet.

  “You could say that,” she whispers. Then she looks up at me and asks, “May I?”

  “Are you asking if you can suck my cock, Scarlett?”

  She looks at my dick and then back at me, as though she’s not quite sure what she’s supposed to say. Maybe she’s just not sure what she’s allowed to do. When it comes to touching me, though, she can do whatever the hell she likes.

  “Yes,” she whispers.

  “Then ask me.”

  Only because I want to hear those dirty words coming out of her pretty little mouth. I want to hear sweet Scarlett get sultry with me.

  She takes the bait, grinning.

  “Acacius, can I lick your cock?”

  “Hmm,” I playfully consider, tapping my chin. “You know, that’s such a great idea, but there’s just one problem.”

  “What’s that?”

  “You didn’t say please.”

  Scarlett laughs and leans down. She instantly starts licking my cock, and no, she doesn’t give in to my silliness and say please. Instead, she just starts sucking on me, teasing me, and I immediately forget any protest that was hanging on my lips.

  This is so fucking hot I think my heart is going to explode, but I stay perfectly still as she plays with my body and explores me. This is Scarlett’s moment. Today is all about her and making her feel good.

  But oh, she’s making me feel good, too.

  Really good.

  “Your cock is so hard.”

  “Well, it likes you.”

  “I like it too,” she says. “You taste good, you know.”

  “Don’t stop,” I find myself groaning.

  Scarlett just laughs. She slides her tongue up my shaft and back down again. She cups my balls and teases her tongue up and down each side of my cock before taking me in her throat once more.

  If she keeps this up, I’m definitely going to come on her tongue instead of on her pussy, and that’s something I don’t want.

  Gently, reluctantly, I tug at her hair and pull her back. She doesn’t miss a beat. Instead of wondering what I’m doing or protesting at all, she climbs up and straddles me again. Then she lowers herself onto my cock.

  I fill her, but it’s a tight fit. I’m not exactly a super-hung guy. I feel like my penis is quite normal-sized, but Scarlett feels so fucking good and tight around me that I suddenly feel like a rock star.