Page 30 of Praised
“Then why would you want me to call you Sir?”
Even as the question left my mouth, my blood had already started to burn hot again, rushing between my legs. My body was answering my own question, and he was close enough to feel the answer pressing against his thigh.
“BecauseIdeserve it. Because it was my body that gave you the best orgasms of your life and before you try to shutthatdown, I’m just repeating what you’ve already told me.” His hand slid down my neck, flattening against my spine and racing toward the small of my back, where he pushed his fingers into my skin and urged our bodies closer. “I would want you to call me Sir because it makes me hard and I tend to be very generous when I’m hard.”
“I don’t want your money,” I protested.
“Not with money, Rose.”
“Oh.”
My forehead fell against his chest, and he wrapped his other arm around me. The hold had almost turned into a hug, although it felt anything but comforting. Flynn’s body was coiled, ready to strike as soon as he’d found an opening…or permission.
“Ask me,” he whispered.
I swallowed, heart hammering in my throat. “What are you generous with?”
“With my body,” he answered, cock jerking against my stomach in solidarity with his response. “With pleasure. With my words, my praise.”
“Praise?”
Instead of returning the embrace, I traced my hands up his sides, feeling the hard strength of his muscles and his ribs, the way his entire chest swelled and expanded when he breathed. Beneath my fingertips, his heart beat slow and steady like he wasn’t the least bit fazed by me. It made me want to try harder to get a rise out of him. Figuratively, of course, since his cock was already hard and hot against me.
“Consider it a kink,” he murmured.
Of all the porn I’d watched, of all the things I understood about BDSM and kink, praise was a new one.
“How does that work?”
Flynn made a very pleased sound in the back of his throat, and with his arms still around me, he pulled us toward his car.
“Get inside,” he said. “Get in the back.”
The door unlocked as soon as I touched the handle, and I clumsily climbed into the back seat without needing to be told twice. The leather was black, cool to the touch and shiny like the rest of the car. Flynn followed me in and closed the door behind him. It locked again with a deafening latch, and he shifted so his back was against the door, his body angled toward me.
“I’ve been thinking about you all week.” His voice was barely louder than a whisper, but almost deafening in the confines of the car. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how you felt inside of me. How well you fucked me with that big cock of yours.”
I sucked in a breath and groaned, turning my body toward him.
“Take it out,” he demanded softly. “Let me see it again. Show me the cock I’ve been dreaming of.”
“Jesus Christ,” I cursed almost inaudibly and pulled my dick out of my pants. I was already achingly hard, the slit already slippery with precum.
“I love how you listen,” Flynn whispered. “How you do what you’re told even if you don’t like what that means.”
“That makes one of us,” I grumbled.
He shushed me, giving me a quick shake of his head to stop my protests. Flynn palmed himself over the fly of his slacks, and I circled my own hand around the base of my shaft to stop it from slapping around.
“You’re a good listener because even though you and I don’t know much about each other yet, you know I’m a man of my word and then when I promise you pleasure, I’ll deliver it.”
My head fell back against the window and more precum leaked out of my dick.
“You can touch yourself however you like, Rose, but I want you to listen to me while you do. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I rasped.
“Yes?”
