Mine

by Clio Evans

Music was just an outlet for me, a way to pour all of my dark parts into something healthy.

I really want to hear this music.

bet you say that to everyone who throws themself at you.” She didn’t like being told no. “You’re just a flirt.” Well, I was a flirt. “I am flirting, but you’re also beautiful. Both can be true.”

Salt knows just what to say.

But the chemistry between us was corrosive—eating us alive with every second that passed. I needed her. “Lift your skirt up,” I demanded.

I love the word choice here. Corrosive.

This was one of my favorite things about sex and kink. The release of societal expectations, the giving in to pure desire. The trust that would bind us together.

There was no greater hate than her love.

Pepper had a very difficult relationship with her ultra-religious mother.

“You can’t let other people dictate how you live your life. You can’t let fear stop you from having what you want. Otherwise, you’re just killing yourself for them.”

He wanted me to be sexy and smart. He wasn’t threatened by my strength. It only made my submission sweeter.

I grabbed the set of noise canceling headphones and took them to her. I leaned up to kiss the side of her neck, then whispered in her ear. “You want me to push you,” I murmured. “Remember, you are safe. You deserve pleasure. Your one purpose from here until the end of our scene is to orgasm. Over and over. Yes?”

Your one purpose. This is the beginning of an amazing rope scene.