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Chapter 6: One H*** Of A Ride
I said yes.
Not out loud yet, but in my mind, I had decided I would consider Roman’s offer. Was I nuts for doing so? Probably.
Moments ago I was free as a bird. Completely unattached. In control of my sxxual destiny. Now I was thinking of letting that go in exchange for whatever craziness Roman had in mind.
Three things about this bothered me. First, what did Roman have in mind? What kind of relationship? This guy seemed pretty kxnky, but there were all kinds of kxnks. What if he was the Two Girls Oxe Cxp type of kxnky?
No fxcking way was I down with that sxit. Literally.
Secondly, what did I want out of it? I knew I liked to be dxcked around whenever I wanted—which was often—but there were unexplored areas of my sxxuality. What if accepting Roman’s offer trapped me in a stifling situation?
And third, what about his anger management issues? Strike that. Clearly violent and dangerous tendencies? Roman had just picked my ex-lover up by the neck and slammed him through my coffee table.
Did the man even realize how violent he was? When I’d asked him who’d pay for the damages, he acted like it was no biggie.
“I could purchase this place nine times and make it my table-tennis room.” He then assured me that not only would he replace all the furniture he’d also have the place remodeled on top of that.
The wealthy look at the world so gxddxmn differently.
I stepped toward the man-beast standing in my living room.
“Say I am interested in this…power exchange. What would your punishment look like?”
“Well,” he said, pretending to think it through, “I would begin by taking you back in time.”
He placed his hand on my chest, backing me up against the wall. The heat from his palm penetrated my lungs.
“That sucks.” I bit my lip. He moved closer. As I exhaled, he inhaled my breath.
“I would take your breath away.”
He slowly grabbed my wrists and pushed them up above my head.
“I’d make you speak in tongues.”
He pressed against me so my belly touched his rock-hard abs.
“I would expand, and you would contract.”
“Oh, the horror.”
He spun me around and pressed his fxxmidable bxxge into my axs.
“I would explode on you.”
“That’s insane,” I whispered.
“Give me your eyes, kätzchen,” he commanded. I saw him behind me. His hand slid up my spine. The hiss of his skin on mine reminded me of an anaconda. I’d made up my mind. Roman’s brand of punishment sounded too good to pass up.
I wanted to try it. No, I needed to.
As his hand gently massaged my neck, I thought that this was either about to be the biggest mistake of my life or the beginning of a beautiful relationship.
The same hand he just used to choke-slam Wong.
A wave of fright washed over me. I suppressed the instinct to run away and hoped against hope.
Can I trust him?
My lips trembled. His power rose like a crocodile preparing to attack. I slammed my eyes shut and braced for whatever might be about to happen.
The captain has turned on the fasten your seatbelts sign. Turbulence ahead.
But before Roman could begin, my phone buzzed, interrupting us.
Sage, this is Ronnie’s mom.
Please do not be alarmed.
But Ronnie has been in a car accident.
We’re on our way to the hospital.
My eyes widened in terrified disbelief.
Ronnie. My best friend. She’s in trouble. She’s hurt.
Roman let go of me and turned me around. He clearly saw the fear in my eyes because he took my hand.
“I’ll take you to the hospital,” he said brusquely. “Let’s go.”
I was surprised how quickly he was able to switch gears. I was surprised, but relieved. Right now was no time for fooling around. Not when poor Ronnie was…
I couldn’t go there right now.
“Thanks, Roman,” I said, nodding.
“Here,” he said, handing me his jacket. “Throw this on. We better hurry.”
We were on the road, but all I could think about was Ronnie. My mind was projecting all the worst-case scenarios, one after the other. I tried to push the chaos aside as I looked at Roman, driving us.
“I really appreciate you doing this,” I said.
“It is no problem, kätzchen. Ronnie is dear to me too. One of the best employees I’ve ever had.”
I had almost forgotten how well the two knew each other. I looked at the speedometer, wishing he could hit the gas a little harder.
“You’re going as fast as you can, right?” I asked.
“Forget the speed, kätzchen. Tell me something to pass the time. A story. About you and Ronnie.”
That idea made me smile.
“Okay. Well, when I was a kid, my mother and I moved from Jamaica to be closer to my father’s side of the family and…”
I saw Roman’s eyes spark with fresh interest. He clearly wanted to know about my—air-quotes—father, but that was a conversation for another time.
“And,” I continued, “Ronnie and I met on the school playground. We were approaching the swings at the same time. And I wouldn’t let her get on the swing next to mine.”
“Ha!” he barked. “Why not?”
“Apparently, I was a swing-set bully.”
“Greedy for pleasure even then?”
Have I always been a pleasure fiend? Maybe Roman had a point.
“Let’s not dig too deeply into that,” I said, shaking my head. “Anyway, Ronnie decided to enjoy my swing. I warned her, but she wouldn’t budge, and then, somehow, my foot hit her in the back.”
An image of Ronnie paralyzed flashed through my mind.
I broke down into tears.
Roman reached for the center console and pulled out a package of tissues, handing them over. I wiped away my tears.
“Thanks. So, all of a sudden, she was flying headfirst into the sand pit. Then she threw sand in my eyes!”
I laughed through my tears. I could still feel how much it had stung.
“A real catfight,” Roman declared, amused.
“I screamed, Ronnie cried, and we both got detention for a week. We bonded over it, and we’ve been best friends ever since.”
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I remembered that she had a wedding coming up, and a shot of panic jolted through me once again. What if she was so injured she couldn’t attend her own wedding?
What if her face was disfigured? Her body cut into strips? Her legs broken into bits?
What if she never got the chance to marry Jav?
Roman could see that I was panicking because he hit the gas hard, sending us flying through a yellow light. The jolt of adrenaline took my breath away.
“We’re almost there,” he said. “Don’t worry, kätzchen.”
I looked at Roman, surprised how much he cared. Seconds ago, I’d thought he had merely been proposing a sxxual game. Was there more to the story?
I wouldn’t have time to think it through because, moments later, we were skidding to a stop in front of the hospital entrance.
“Go,” he said. “I’ll be in as soon as I park.”
I nodded my thanks and then ran into the hospital, bracing myself for the worst.
“You mean…you only broke a TOE?!” I yelled.
“Yeah, what did you think?” Ronnie asked, frowning.
We were in the hospital room, and I was about to become hysterical. Moments ago, I had thought Ronnie would be a paraplegic or something. Now?
I’d discovered it was just one measly broken toe.
“If you ever scare me like that again, I’ll give you a real reason to be here!” I yelled. “Where’s Jav?”
“You mean my soon-to-be-ex-fiancé? He came to visit me before you did. Oh yeah. We sort of had sxx on the bed before you got here.”
“Eeew!” I flew off of the bed and brushed my jeans off. “You did what?! Is there spxrm on my axs? Ew! Ew! And you had me sitting in your sins!”
Ronnie grinned, eyes rolling back. Maybe it was the painkillers or maybe the sxx had really been that good.
“Jav looked so damn good,” she said. “I couldn’t control myself. He’s even more irresistible than I remembered. He was a bit hesitant due to my toe being broken, nothing serious, thank God, but he worked his way up…and I do mean worked his way up.”
She emphasized her point by feathering touches up her body.
“TMI!” I yelled. “Where were the doctors and nurses when this little reunion was happening?”
I found a chair next to her bed and pointed to it. “Did you rabbits sxxew on this too?”
“Sit down, jerk.”
She grabbed one of two bananas on her nightstand. Peeling the banana, she stuffed it into her mouth, making gross noises of enjoyment. “Mhmm banananana,” she said while chewing. She sounded dxunk. I considered the IV drip beside her bed.
“How high did they get you?”
“Lots, a lot, a loooooot,” Ronnie said, picking up the other banana and inspecting it.
“Do you know how much I love these bananas?” she zealously asked. She sighed, and her eyelids became heavy before she turned to me again, slurring.
“Who doesn’t love bananas? I love how good they taste with that weird tinge they leave in your mouth. Almost like cxm…”
Oh boy. Those pain meds were kicking in, hardcore.
“I love them big. I love trying to fit all of them into my mouth,” she continued to rant.
It was ridiculous, but I loved it. Mostly, I felt relieved that she was in good spirits. So relieved that I wasn’t even annoyed that she’d dragged me all the way here for a broken toe.
“They are so mouth-watering, so big!” she went on and on. “It should be a sin to fit that much into someone’s mouth. I want more, I want more, I want mo…”
Ronnie fell unconscious.
Roman came in and closed the door.
“How is she?”
“She’ll be fine. It’s just a broken toe.”
“Good to know.”
He approached Ronnie and waved his hand over her eyes.
“She’s out cold.” I pointed to the IV drip beside her bed. Roman grabbed my arm and roughly pulled me toward him.
“Have you had time to think about my offer?”
This guy could be getting rich supermodels. Why me?
“From what you told me, I’m still not convinced,” I responded. “Why don’t you… show me instead?”
“All right,” he said, smiling. “On your knees.”
I froze in disbelief, looking both ways.
“Here? What if someone catches—”
Roman placed his index finger on my lips and shrugged. “Then you’d have a good story to tell your buddy.”
He was getting to know me well.
I got down on my knees.
His big foot nudged my knees wider.
“Hands behind your head.” I did so, and it made my bxxbs pop out.
He squatted until his cxxtch aligned with my mxuth. I bit my lip in anticipation. His mxnhood gxew before my eyes, tightening the dxnim around it until it seemed like a pxthon that would rip through at any moment.
I unlocked my interlaced fingers behind my head and pinched his zipper between my finger and thumb.
“Did I say you could use your hands?” he asked sternly.
I quickly withdrew my hands, putting them back behind my head. I was confused. I thought I was following orders.
But after his next command, everything became clear…
“With your teeth.”
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