Free Golden [Bedtime stories 1] by Joyee Flynn Page A

upset anymore and all I do is give you grief.”
“That’s not all you’ve done for me,” I purred as I moved his other hand over my hip and to my ass. I had already stretched myself out and used copious amounts of oil so I’d be ready for him. “Wouldn’t you be willing just to control your temper a little bit to be with me? I’m not asking you to change, Boris. But the threats and harsh words need to stop.”
He moaned as he brought both hands to my ass and squeezed before his fingers ran over my crack. “Why is there oil there?”
“I think you know why.” I jumped up, knowing he would catch me, and he didn’t fail me, wrapping me around his large frame. “Be honest with me for once, Boris. What do you want? Did you really ever want me as your slave?”
“No. I just want you, Golden. I feel like all I’ve ever wanted was you,” he whispered in my ear as he licked along my neck. “The moment I saw you I knew my life would never be the same and I’d never want another.”
“Then why have you been avoiding me? Why fight so hard to put distance between us?”
“Because I’m a very big idiot.” I think his brain was losing blood too fast to talk much anymore because I felt where it was going against my ass. “I just can’t be what you want, Golden. You can’t tempt me like this.”
“Like I want? To not be so angry and say horrid things to me? That’s too much to ask?” I couldn’t understand that. I leaned back in his arms to look into his eyes. They filled with tears and I realized I was missing something big here.
“I deserve this curse, baby,” he admitted as his shoulders slumped. “I can’t tell you how I feel and mate you like you are with Boone. I can’t have the curse lifted.”
“That’s bullshit!” I exclaimed, pissed beyond words that he would willingly punish himself like this. “Put me down!” He did and I grabbed his hand. I had come up with a plan B option that I hoped I wouldn’t need. But now I did for other reasons. “If you didn’t love me that’s one thing, Boris, but this is ridiculous.”
“Golden, if you only knew—”
“I know what happened, Boris,” I said, cutting him off. He followed me, lost in his own world which helped me because he was going to fight this next part and I wasn’t strong enough to force him. “Sit down.” I pointed to a bale of hay I had placed there. “We’re going to talk.”
“Okay.” He nodded sadly as if he’d been sentenced to the gallows. He plopped down on it and I moved behind him like I was going to rub his shoulders.
“Hands behind your back,” I whispered as I kissed by his ear. He did as I wanted with a moan. Then as quickly as I could I shackled his hands to the chains in the wall. I didn’t think they had been there for prisoners, maybe if they had to do something to the horses that they wouldn’t like, but it was helpful for me right then.
“What are you doing?” His eyes went wide as he pulled against them. “You know I can break out of these, right?”
“Probably but I’m asking that you don’t,” I said gently as I moved around him. He gazed over my body, ending on my face and staring into my eyes with questions. “I’m asking you do this one thing for me, Boris. Don’t break those chains and be honest with me. Well, two things then.”
“For you I will do it,” he conceded after a few moments. I nodded and lost my dressing gown. Then I went to work on his pants and undid his shirt so it fell down his arms. “You’re chaining me down for sex?”
“No, it’s not about the sex,” I explained as I slid my leg over his lap, making sure his cock rubbed against my slicked-up hole. “Because you can’t run from the intimacy and my questions. Understand one thing, Boris. If we can’t resolve these issues it will be the last time you have me.”
“You’re going to withhold sex from me to get what you want?” He growled, clearly not liking the idea.
I froze and simply stared at him a moment.