Free Kink's Way by Jenika Snow Page B

your heart to
a guy that lives this kind of lifestyle, and that wouldn’t want more than what
is between your thighs?
    And that damn voice that had urged her to take
control reared its ugly fucking head, and told her what was right in her face.
    “You still with me, baby?”
    She blinked back the haze that covered her vision
and stared at Kink. He still had his hand between her legs, right on her pussy,
but there was a moment where he looked worried about her reaction. She wasn’t
going to expect more than he was willing to give, because honestly she didn’t
want to have to find solace and peace with a man. She could do that on her own,
planned on it even. That didn’t mean she wasn’t going to enjoy the life that
was before her, and be the one that decided who she took into her bed.
    “I’m here.” She breathed out. “I’m right here,
Kink.”
    He exhaled roughly, as if he had been holding in his
breath, and leaned his forehead against hers.
    “It’s me, isn’t it? I’m too coarse and pushing you
too far, too fast?” He pulled back, but right when he was about to pull his
hand away she gripped his wrist and kept him right where he was.
    “It’s not you, and I want this.” She emphasized her
point by grinding herself on him, and gasping out at the spark of pleasure that
action produced.
    “Yeah, you do, baby.” He groaned and closed his
eyes, and pressed his erection further against her.
    “But aren’t you curious about me, Kink?” Her words
had him stilling. “You know about me, or at least have an assumption about my
past.” She didn’t know why she was even bringing this up right now, but a part
of her wanted him to know that she hadn’t been passed around, and that she had
not willingly subjecting herself to a life of paid sex.
    He shook his head and leaned in close to kiss her
softly. “Does it matter what happened in either of our pasts?” He murmured the
words.
    “It might,” she said truthfully. If he knew the shit
she had been through, he might change his mind in going through with this all.
    For a second all he did was just stare at her, and then he finally shook his head slowly. “It doesn’t matter, baby—”
    “I didn’t sell myself. I was forced into this life,
made to be the…” God, she couldn’t even force herself to say all the degrading
things Morris had made her do. “I was made to do things to a man that thought
he owned me. But I supposed he did since my uncle sold me off for some drugs.”
    He didn’t respond right away, but she continued.
    “And that was after my upbringing was something
you’d hear about in the bathroom of a rundown truck stop…” She took a deep,
steadying breath. “And it was just as filthy, Kink.” This was the last thing
she wanted to talk about right now, but she wanted Kink to know. “My mother
screwed people in front of me, and when she died I was forced upon my aunt and
uncle that didn’t want me.” She refused to cry. “And then there was Morris, the
man I said owned me. He was a sadistic asshole, like to torment me because that
was what he liked.”
    He went to remove his hand again, and the expression
on his face was hard, angry, and filled with something dangerous.
    “I’m not saying these things to disgust you, but I
would understand if you were.” She took a deep breath. “And when Morris was
done playing with me, he sold me to that pimp that started beating on the woman
that had willingly sold themselves.” Her eyes began to water, and she hated
that she was showing her weakness. Cookie had done a good job of acting
indifferent to everything, but laying it all out to a man she really wanted,
but one she didn’t really know, was hard. And all for what? Because she wanted him to see her as something more than flesh that had been
used up?
    “Fucking hell, Cookie.” He brushed away a tear that she hadn’t known had fallen. When he went to pull
away she reached out and grabbed his thick wrist.
    “Please, I want you