“I’m gun shy, and I admit it, Javi. But there’s no one else who can tempt me to try again. End things with your sub, and I’ll give us a chance. I can’t promise what’ll come of that.”
“That’s all I’m asking for. Keep your secrets, Maddy. I won’t demand again. Lord knows I have secrets I can never tell you. I’ll lie to you, little one. I’ll omit the truth. I’ll do whatever and say whatever I have to, to protect you and the people we love. It’s hypocritical to hold you to a different standard than I hold myself.”
I’m keeping my secrets to protect you and the people we love too.
“I understand why there’s a different standard. I’ve known what your family is since I was a kid. I know the family mysister married into. I don’t know all the ins and outs, but I know enough.”
“Promise me something, though. Promise you’ll call me the moment you feel unsafe. Don’t brush it off. Tell me. If we’re going to be anything to each other, then I won’t be your shadow. I won’t hound you. But I’ll only agree to that if you swear to tell me if you get scared.”
“I promise, Javi.”
I cup his cheek and stretch over the center console to kiss him. His right hand rests at the side of my neck, but his left hand is reaching around for something. His seat slides back, breaking our kiss. Then his hands are on my waist, and he’s lifting me onto his lap. The steering wheel digs into my lower back, but I’m straddling him like I ached to do. We’re kissing again, and his hands guide my hips to move. I grind my pussy against his cock, and holy fuck. There’s nothing little about this man.
When I’m moving in a rhythm he likes and is driving me crazy, his hands slide down to my ass. He grips it, and it reminds me how bony it is now. I used to like my ass back when I had one. But from the way he intensifies the kiss and how hard he’s squeezing, I think he likes what I have. He reclines the seat, and I fall forward. It gives his hand room to draw back and spank me.
Over and over.
“Ow! Javi, ow! That fucking hurts.”
“I know. It should.”
“I thought we agreed I could keep my secrets. Are you punishing me for that?”
“No. I’m setting a precedence for you to understand what’ll happen if you keep anything from me that could pose a threat to your safety.”
He’s not gentle about this. My ass burns. But he stops as abruptly as he started. When he wraps his hand around mythroat this time, he squeezes. Not enough to scare me or make it hard to breathe. But it’s possessive as fuck.
I love it.
I hated it when Drew would do it. It wasn’t kinky breath play. It was to make me think he would kill me until I realized he wouldn’t. He couldn’t afford to do more than knock me around.
I feel safe while Javi does this.
“I’m going to say this a third time, and I’m going to keep saying it whenever I want. You aremy chiquita.”
I wait for him to say more, but he doesn’t. He’s laid his claim, and I don’t object. I have no idea what this will be like between us, but I love this dominant side. It makes me feel all the things he said I deserved to feel. Safe. Protected. Appreciated. Desired.
“I will take care of things with her today. One way or another, she won’t be my sub by dinner. She might be my tenant, but that’s it. I haven’t touched her in nearly three months, Maddy, and I won’t ever again. You are mine, and I am yours for as long as you want this.”
“Me?”
“I told you I’ll wait. That means I’m not walking away unless you tell me to. Even then, it won’t be without a fight.”
“After today, does that mean you’re mine?”
“Absolutely.”
“What does this mean, though? Like what will this look like?”
“I don’t know. It depends on what you’re ready for. I don’t want to be just your fuck buddy, but if sex is all you want?—”
“It’s not. I just don’t know how much of that I can offer, and I don’t know how much nonsexual stuff I can offer, either. I just don’t know.”
“We move slowly. When we reach your boundary, we talk about it. I will never force my way past it unless it’s?—”
“About my safety. I know.” I grin. “You sound like an old man the way you whittle. Maybe I should call you?—”
Something in his gaze changes, and my heart races. Daddy andPapíare what we’re both thinking. He rescued me earlier by changing the subject, but he just keeps looking at me. His left hand slides down the back of my jeans until we’re skin to skin since I’m wearing a thong. I press into his right hand, increasing the resistance against my throat as I lean farther forward.
