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

“I’m trying here, really trying and still I can’t do anything right by you.” I was officially scared at the way he was flipping out and on instinct I reached up and slapped him across the face.
“You’re scaring me,” I whispered when his eyes filled with rage. It was a stupid move, mostly because it didn’t work. Hell, his head hadn’t even turned from the blow. “Calm down before I start screaming for Boone or Bash because I think you’re going to kill me you’re so pissed off at me.”
Boris’s face instantly deflated. “I would never kill you. You—” “Cost a lot of money. I know,” I grumbled.
“You are special,” he countered as he turned me so I was flat on my back. I gasped as he moved my leg to the other side of his body, his cock sinking deeper into me. “You are special, Golden, and you drive me insane because I can’t say anything right to you and I handle everything wrong. So please, tell me what I did wrong to make you stop enjoying this?”
“You really don’t get it, do you?” I asked, searching his eyes. When all I saw was confusion and frustration shining back at me I sighed. “You’re kissing me, touching me, as you take me and bring up that I’m your possession and your slave. Not exactly intimate-time talk, Boris. And you have thrown that fact in my face at least a dozen times since I’ve arrived. Do you know what that’s like? To know I’m just a piece of ass possession to you?”
“I’m saying I don’t want you to be but I don’t want you to leave either. What was wrong with that?”
“Then just say you like me and like the way I feel,” I suggested. “Using the word slave and reminding me I really don’t have a choice in all of this ruins the fun.”
“But I asked you this time,” he reminded me as he leaned over and kissed my neck. “I asked and have been gentle. I’m sorry I don’t do things the right way but you are a person to me.” I nodded but didn’t say anything or get hard and he sighed. “Please tell me how to fix this. I want to take you like two men who want to be together, not just pound into someone who deals with it as being his lot in life.”
“Do you really mean that?” I asked hesitantly. Boris lifted his head and nodded, letting me see the truth in his eyes. “Lift my legs over your hips and rub your hands up my body like I’m the best thing you’ve ever felt below you.”
“You are though,” he mumbled as he did what I asked.
“What do you like about me? What makes me desirable to you?” He wanted to know what to do and how to fix this but he had to work for it too.
“You always smell so good and it’s not the oils or the soap when you wash,” he admitted as he stared at my chest. I thrust my hips up and he got the idea, moving slowly as he touched me. His fingers glided over my ribs as if counting them. “Your skin is soft while your body is still lean enough that I can surround every inch of you.”
“I like that you’re so much bigger than me too,” I whispered as I moved my body in time with his. “And I love how strong you are when you take me now that I know you care that I’m a person and not just a hole to get off with.”
“No, not just a hole no matter how crass I’ve spoken.” He used his tongue against my nipple as his hand moved down to my hard-on. “I was worried you’d think me a monster and hurt me so I tried to put a wall between us. It didn’t work and I ended up hurting—”
“Talk later about serious things,” I warned as he almost did it again. Boris nodded and rubbed my cock. “What else do you like?”
“The way you see life. You thought by buying the chicks that you would save them from being dinner when people eat chickens all the time.” He smiled at me and I couldn’t get over how much more handsome he was when he smiled.
“I like that you don’t just apologize with words but built the chicken coop as well.” I realized now I was so into the moment again that the time for