Christian gazed at Reese as he caressed her breast, "Do you want me to stop?

"No," she whispers, her eyes locked in his.

"Good," he grunts, licking his lips, "raise your arms," he demanded.

Reese did as she was told, and Christian slipped her t-shirt over her head exposing her supple breast. He wrapped his arm around her waist, lifting her body onto the counter and nuzzled his face between her breasts. He wrapped his lips around her nipple, licking and tugging on it as he moved his hand to fondle her other breast. Reese's breast swelled beneath his warm mouth. She threw her head back, moaning, as she enjoyed the pleasure of his tongue tracing circles around her nipple.

Lifting his head from her chest, he watched as the pleasure overwhelmed her, "More?" he whispered roughly.

"Yes," she said softly.

Christian smiled wickedly before lifting her body off the countertop and carrying her to the couch. He laid her down gently and began trailing kisses from her neck to her navel. Warm sensations took over her body as he licked and sucked on her body. As he reached her navel again, he tugged at her shorts, pulling them down to her knees.

His eyes were full of triumph, "Ms. Sutherlin, you're absolutely mouthwatering."

"More," she whispered softly.

Christian smirked at her plea and lowered himself to her gushing center. His mouth enveloped her throbbing bud, his moist tongue parting her folds. Her body tensed up as his tongue changed directions inside of her as if he were spelling his name. Reese bucked her hips and released breathless moans of pleasure as her body submitted to the violent thrust of his tongue. She cupped the back of his head with one hand pulling him deeper inside of her; with the other she gripped the cushion as he dived deeper into the abyss between her thighs. He nudged her legs gently, urging her to wrap them around his face.

"More," she whispered softly.

"Hmm," he groaned, buried between her thighs.

"More," she urged bucking her hips.

Christian lifted his head, wiping his glistening mouth, "More?" he scoffed, "I don't think you can handle more."

"Why not," she said breathy, sitting up slightly.

"Because," he paused, "You don't know what you're asking."

"I'm asking for—"

"To be fucked," he interrupted, with a smirk.

"Well, yea," she said slightly embarrassed, warmth searing through her cheeks.

"Ms. Sutherlin," he paused, "I don't want to just fuck you, I want to punish you."

"Punish me," she paused, sitting up completely, "here you go again…I don't want to be your submissive. Why can't we just fuck," she said pulling her shorts up, hastily.

"Because it's not how I'm made," his voice raised slightly, "I can't just fuck you."

"So, the only way we can fuck is if I let you punish me?"

"Yes," he said firmly, "and the only way I will punish you, is if you're mine."

"Yours?" she said standing, raising her brow, "let's dial back the possessive a notch."

"Sorry," he said standing, shaking his head apologetically, "I only meant, that I would want your full consent to carry on a sexual relationship with you in the way that I'm comfortable."

"Okay?" she crossed her arms, "and what about my comfortability? I don't want to be slapped and—"

"Punishment is not meant to hurt you," he said quickly, "it's meant to arouse you and please me."

"Oh," she said dropping her defense, "when people say punish, I think of—"

"Chains? whips?" he interrupted, smiling smugly, "there may be some of that, but I'm sure you'll enjoy it."

"What makes you so sure?"

Christian reached out and cupped her exposed breast, squeezing her nipple between his fingers. He stared at her intensely waiting for her reaction, she stood unbothered. She didn't mind the pleasurable pain and pushed further into his hand. Christian smirked and withdrew his hand.

"Because you're interested in what I could do to you," he smirked.

Reese's heart was pounding as thoughts began to race in her mind. She was interested. Reese bit her lip nervously, trying to control her breathing.

"I thought we agreed you wouldn't do that," he said firmly, staring at her lips.

"Sorry," she said softly.

"Be mine," his demeanor softened, "I want you to be mine."

"Christian—"

"Reese," he said softly, "tell me what you're really afraid of."

Reese looked into his eyes which were flooded with curiosity, it was hard not to look away.

"You," she said softly.