Page 35 of Broken & Bound

“Fuck, Isabella. We should talk first.”

“About?” she taunted, trailing kisses down my chest.

She hovered her lips over my left nipple before flickering her gaze to mine.

Go with something easy, asshole. Take it slow.

As her warm, wet mouth sealed around my nipple, I arched into it, back bowing off the bed. Her little even teeth pulled on the now hard nub. Somehow she was the one distracting me, and what came out of my mouth in answer was the direct opposite of slow.

“Expectations, safewords…” I moaned as her tongue swirled around my nipple. Pleasure coursed down my stomach, straight through my cock, and pre-cum leaked from the tip.

“Maybe later. I need this, Lev. Teach me exactly how you like to be sucked.”

Fuck. I couldn’t say no to my girl. She had me officially wrapped so far around her finger I’d walk across glass for her and find it pleasurable if that’s what she wanted. But we needed to be on the same page in this.

Marcel was right. This box, this freedom, I couldn’t close it and in my gut I knew I wouldn’t have to. It might take time for her to come around, but she was so fluid without being aware it was almost comical.

There was really only one way to see if my instincts were right. I had enough self-control to dial it back should I need to. I grabbed her and pulled her from the bed. She looked bewildered, and it had me chuckling.

Instantly, she reached down between us for my cock. I choked back the groan that threatened to escape as the warmth of her small hands began pumping it. I had to pry her hands away.

“We will talk more in depth about those two things. I’ll give you what you want, both the distraction and the lesson—”

“I didn’t doubt you wouldn’t,” she teased, all bold and confident. “Only a foolish man would walk away right now.”

“Is that so?”

“Yup,” she said, throwing her shoulders back.

She brought her fingertips up and caressed her nipples through her nightgown. My eyes trailed the movement, loving the way they hardened under the attention. A soft moan escaped.

“As I said, I’ll give you what you want but we need to establish something first.”

“Do we, my lion? And what would that be? Do you want to know if I’m wet and ready? Because…” she paused, slipping her hand lower until it disappeared between her legs. “I know what I want. What I need.”

Little fucking tease.

“And what is it that?”

“You, silly. All of you. Sliding in and out of mouth.”

She paused, bringing her fingers up to her lips and sucking them into her mouth. “Mmm.”

My body burned as I watched her taste herself, lust slamming home.

“Then my pussy. I really want you here,” she said, moving said fingers back down her body.

With a wicked look blooming behind her half-closed lids, she dipped her fingers down the front of her panties and rocked her hips into her hand.

God, help me.

The soft, wet sounds coming from between her legs had my cheek twitching and my cock aching to be buried inside her. She was going to absolutely kill me. I was losing the battle before I’d even laced up my damned boots.

The self-control I foolishly thought I had in abundance a second ago—there it went—right out the window. Then I remembered a key principle Nik was fond of saying while he was training me. It was sobering in the best way possible.

Authority without communication is just ego. And ego will get you in trouble every fucking time. With trust comes responsibility. A good leader doesn’t avoid difficult conversations because they’re uncomfortable. He has them because the people under his care deserve clarity.

And if there was one thing Bella deserved from me, it was clarity.