by Sasha White
“You hungry?” he asked.
Plump lips tilted up at the corners, and her eyes sparkled. “For food?”
He laughed. “Yes, for food. For now, anyway.”
“Yes, you did promise me dinner, didn’t you?” she said as she rolled from the bed behind him and went in search of her clothes.
“I did,” he said as he pulled on his jeans, zipping them, but not buckling his belt.
Naked, curvy, and all woman, she walked confidently around his place, picking up her blouse then her skirt. He waited until she’d gathered all her clothes and had pulled on her bra and panties before tossing his T-shirt at her. “Just wear this for now.”
He didn’t need it, and it looked way better on her anyway.
“Any dietary needs I should know about?” he asked as he headed for the kitchen. If she had an allergy or something, he needed to know. But if she told him she was a vegetarian or something, they might have a problem.
“Nope,” she said as she slid onto one of the kitchen stools. “I’ll eat pretty much anything, at least once anyway.”
He smiled at her. “Adventurous, hmm?”
“In many ways.”
“And not always a lady. I’m liking that about you.”
She chuckled, a pretty pink blush creeping up her cheeks. Christ, she was beautiful.
He stopped gathering food from the fridge and went to lean on the counter in front of her. Close enough he could see the flecks of gold in her green eyes, he smiled. “Have you ever shared yourself like that before?”
Her head moved back and forth slowly. “Not like that, no.”
“I’m not going to ask if you like it because I know you did. But I do want to know how you feel about going deeper into it with me.”
Her brow puckered, and her head tilted. “Into what?”
“Into a relationship. A Dominant-submissive relationship.”
Why it surprised her she didn’t know. It really shouldn’t have, all the signs had been there. His whole caveman energy, the wanting complete control over her sexually. She knew that’s what being Dominant was for some; being in control. She’d even thought of what she was doing as submitting when she’d reached for the buttons on her shirt, but somehow it hadn’t really hit her that it was a real and permanent thing for him.
Her brain kicked in and she looked at Adam patiently waiting for her answer.
She licked her lips, suddenly nervous. She’d been thinking they were having a one-night stand, but it sounded like he wanted more. Did she?
Heart pounding in her chest she met his gaze. “I want to say yes, but before I do, I want to know more.”
He smiled with something like pride. “You are a smart one, aren’t you?”
She breathed easy. “I like to think so.”
He went back to shuffling plates and food around on the side counter by the fridge. “Ask me anything,” he said with a smile. “I’ll answer as honest as I can.”
Surprisingly, the first question that popped into her head wasn’t about sex. “How old are you?”
“Thirty-six.”
“Wow,” she said.
“What?”
“You’ve turned me into a cougar!”
He laughed. “Age is just a number, babe. It doesn’t mean anything.”
“I’m forty-four, you know.”
He shrugged. “Just a number.”
He was right, people said it all the time. She even said it. She rarely felt her age, only on days when she was really stressed or sad about some of the way things have changed since she was younger. For some reason, his lack of concern about their age difference felt like everything else about him—right.
She wanted to ask him more about the Dominant-submissive stuff, but she had a basic understanding of BDSM through her studies, and her curiosity about him personally took over. Adam piled food onto plates and stuck them in the microwave while she grilled him about silly things. He had a car and could drive, but if he had time, he preferred to take public transport or walk. Which struck her as just ridiculous since they lived in Los Angeles, and she told him so.
“I lived here for seventeen years before I joined the Army, and I never got out of my crappy neighborhood. Then I spent fifteen years seeing the good and the bad all over the world. I swore when I got home again I would make the effort to actually see the place where I lived and the people that populated it clearly. People don’t do that when they just go from home to car to office to car to home with the occasional get together with their small circle of friends.” He brought plates mounded with chicken, pasta, and vegetables over to the kitchen bar and sat across from her. “When I walk or take the bus, I see more of my surroundings and meet more people.”
“Like me.”
“Like you.” He smiled. “I saw you, you know. Earlier on Sunday night, when you were at the cafe with your friend.”
“Really?”
“Eat.” He pointed at her plate with a fork. “And yes, really.”
A mix of pleasure and pain swirled in her. He’d seen her, noticed her, but she hadn’t met him until he’d rescued her. “I guess I should be glad those guys tried to jack my car, then, hmm?”
He stilled, meeting her gaze. Waiting.
“If you saw me earlier, why didn’t you approach me? I mean, assuming you liked what you saw, and we’re not here like this just to fulfill some white knight reward fantasy of yours.”
His eyes flashed. “If I’d wanted a reward, I would’ve taken one Sunday night.”
Oops. Shit, she’d really stepped in it. As if to prove her point he went back to eating, ignoring her. Shame hit, and she suddenly felt like crying. Her belly clenched, and she couldn’t swallow her food. She put down her fork, but before she could slide off the stool and head to the bathroom, he put his hand over hers.
“Don’t go,” he said. “I’m not mad. You just hit a sensitive spot.”
When she didn’t say anything, he cupped her chin and lifted her head so they were looking into each other’s eyes. “I didn’t approach you for a number of reasons. One of which is I just don’t do that. When I want a woman, I go downstairs and find one for the night. I have several women I fuck occasionally, who have needs that mesh with my own. That’s been the way of it for me since I was seventeen, and in all honesty, I never thought it would change.”
Something bright heated her insides. Hope. “But you think it might change now?”
He smiled, a soft, warm, beautiful smile that reached down and tugged at her heart. “It already has.”
Relief washed over him as he watched his woman relax and start eating again. He should know better than to show anger to her so soon after sex. While they hadn’t really played, or delved into any sort of mind-fuck, what had happened between them had been intense. He’d seen how her own body’s reactions had surprised her, and he’d already noticed she was more sensitive to his cues than anyone he’d been with, ever.
“The girls you occasionally sleep with go to your gym? Assuming it is your gym downstairs.”
He swallowed a laugh. Damn, she was quick.
“Yes, the gym is mine. I own the building, actually. It not only houses me and the gym, but a private BDSM club. That’s the downstairs I was referring to not the gym.”
“A BDSM club? Downstairs?”
He nodded, enjoying the way her eyes lit up and her cheeks pinkened. “The entrance for it is in the back. The front of the building is the gym, and my space, and the back is the club.”
“You own it?”
He nodded again, unable to hold back a grin. She was getting excited. Then she frowned. “Is that why you said if I wanted to go slumming, you’d be here? That’s ridiculous.”
“You’re a classy lady, Olivia. There’s no hiding that about you. I’m white trash from East L.A. I hate to break it to you, but you are slumming with me.”
“East L.A is where you are from, Adam. Not who you are. Just like Beverly Hills is where I’m from, not who I am. Don’
t you dare judge either of us by that. It’s not only ridiculous, it’s stupid, and you are not a stupid man.” She glared at him, eyes snapping. “You served your country honorably, you own not one business, but two, and you have been nothing but good and honest with me. You are not white trash!”
His heart cracked at her defense of him, and warmth flooded his insides. Damn, but she was a firecracker.
She watched warily, turning in her seat as he stood and slowly prowled around the counter. When he was close enough, he reached out and sank his fingers into the mess of her hair and pulled her forward until she was standing flush against his body. “Yes, ma’am,” he whispered before settling his lips over hers.
He couldn’t get enough of her. Thrusting his tongue deep, he tasted and took, nibbling at her lips, and breathing in her scent. Reaching down, he cupped her full ass in his hands and lifted. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he pressed his aching cock into her heat. Fuck, she felt good. She was heaven in his arms.
Moving swiftly, he carried her back to the bed and lowered her on it, following her down. He didn’t stop kissing her, couldn’t stop. She tasted so damn good, better than anything. Fuck, he wanted to taste her pussy.
Grabbing her hands, he pinned them above her head. “Don’t move,” he commanded as he slid down her body. On his knees at the end of the bed, he spread her legs with his body and buried his face between her thighs. She moaned, moving against the light touch of his tongue over the lace of her panties.
“You smell delicious.” He licked her over the lace again, sucking at the juices that soaked through. “Taste fucking awesome, too.”
He played a bit, stroking her silky thighs with his hands and brushing his thumbs against the edges of her pussy lips as he nuzzled and sucked at her clit. When he felt the trembling start in her thighs, he pulled the lace aside and thrust his tongue as deep into her folds as it would go. Holding her sex open with his thumbs, he reveled in the pretty pink dish in front of him. Needing more of her cream, he thrust two fingers into her cunt and started pumping while he sucked her rigid clit between his teeth and nibbled gently.
Her body writhed, her whimpers and soft little cries turning his cock to hot iron against his thigh. Christ, he liked those sounds. He wanted to hear her cry out more. Louder.
Pulling his fingers from her juicy cunt, he slid them down between her plump ass cheeks, circling her hole. Pulling her cheeks apart, he left her clit to tickle his tongue over the puckered entrance, slicking her up and loving the way her whimpers turned desperate and she wiggled eagerly.
He moved his mouth back up to her clit and pressed a finger into her ass as he sucked her clit hard.
“Ohhh! Fuck, Adam,” she cried, her body bucking against the bed. “Oh, oh, ohhhhhh.”
A rush of fresh juices soaked his chin, and he lapped it up, loving the little shudders and grunts she made as he did.
When she was barely twitching, and he’d tasted enough, he stood. He grabbed a condom from the bedside table, unbuckled, unzipped, and covered up while he looked down at the woman in his bed. She lay there, hands above her head, legs splayed wide, with hungry eyes watching his every move.
How the fuck had he gotten so lucky?
“Did you enjoy that?”
“Do you need to ask?”
He chuckled. “Feisty, aren’t you?”
“Me?” She gave him a wide-eyed look and wiggled her fingers. “Hands still up here.”
“Yes,” he muttered. “Yes, they are, aren’t they?”
Changing his mind, he ripped off the condom and pushed his jeans right down and off.
“What?” Olivia sat up, eyes truly wide. “You’re not going to fuck me?”
His cock jumped. Christ, he loved hearing her say fuck. He pinned her with his gaze. “Did I say you could move?”
Her mouth worked, opening and closing with no words coming out, and his cock twitched again. “Take that shirt off and resume the position.”
She moved with pleasing speed. “Bra, too,” he said before she could lie back again.
When she was back in position, he stepped up onto the bed and straddled her, his feet on each side of her waist. He stood above her, stroking his cock and looking down as he spoke.
“You said earlier that you needed to know more about how a Dominant-submissive relationship would work before you could say yes to me.” He watched as her hungry gaze left his cock and travelled up to his face. “The way it works with me is this. I’m the Dominant, you’re the submissive. When it comes to anything sexual, what I say goes. It’s as simple as that. Doesn’t matter if we’re in the bedroom or not, control of all things sexual is mine. Your body becomes my personal playground, to use when and how I want. In return, I’m yours. I’ll use you, torture you erotically, pleasure you, and more than likely piss you off. I’ll also hold you, cherish you, and protect you.”
Even from his height he could see the way her nipples pebbled and the pulse throbbing in her neck. “I own a club, but it’s a very private club. I know every member in it, and vouch for them and their discretion. It’s rare that I play publicly, but I already know I’m gonna wanna show you off, so yeah, you’re going to have to be okay with getting naked and fucked in front of people from time to time as well.”
The whole time he talked, he’d been stroking, and his pre-cum had been dripping from the head of his cock to land on her rapidly rising and falling chest. Her cheeks were flushed, and she kept licking her lips, making his pulse pound through his veins.
“Now,” he said as he lowered himself until he straddled her ribs and his cock floated between her breasts. “The only reason I’m not going to punish you for moving without permission is because we never really covered the rules beforehand. But we’ve covered them now, haven’t we?”
She nodded, her eyes flickering back and forth from his face to his cock.
“So in answer to your question, yes, I am going to fuck you. I’m just going to fuck these gorgeous tits of yours instead of your hungry pussy. Understand?”
“Oh, yes.”
Her body wiggled eagerly beneath him, and he bit back a smile. Her laugh really had been true. His lady wasn’t such a lady in bed.
He lowered himself a bit more, until his cock lay against her hot skin. “Cup your tits,” he ordered. “Push them together.”
She did as he asked, and he groaned at the hot pillowy softness that wrapped around his cock. He began to move, thrusting slow and gentle to start, spreading the juices that eased from his tip until he was gliding smoothly.
Leaning forward he grabbed a pillow. “Up.”
She lifted her head, and he slid the pillow under so she was raised up, chin to chest.
He watched through slitted eyes as he picked up the pace and her lips parted. Waiting to see if she would hold until his command. “That’s my girl,” he crooned, and her eyes lifted to his. “You want a taste, don’t you?”
“Yes, please.”
Fuck she was amazing. A natural fit for him.
“Open your mouth,” he said roughly. “Use your tongue.”
She lifted her head a bit more, straining forward until the head of his dick passed her lips at the top of each thrust. “Fuck, yes!”
Blood rushed from his head, and everything tightened inside him as he thrust harder and faster. She looked like a dream as she held herself for him, her fingers tweaking and playing with her own nipples and her mouth sucking on him with every thrust. Pressure built at the base of his spine, and he leaned forward, bracing his hands over her head, pressing down and sandwiching his balls between their bodies. Sweat dripped down his forehead, and his breath came in pants as he fucked fasted and faster until her head was bouncing against the pillow, her mouth open and her cries matching his grunts.
“Yes, yes. Take me, Beauty. Take all I am.” He thrust forward, past her tits and buried his cock deep in her throat as pleasure ripped down his spine and out his cock into her.
She grunted, gagging an
d moaning, her body going rigid beneath his. He started to pull back only to have her nails dig into his ass and pull him deeper while his cock twitched and emptied itself. When she finished licking his wilting dick, her claws loosened their grip, and he fell to the bed beside her.
“Holy fuck,” he muttered.
She giggled and curled into him. “I’m taking that as a compliment”
“As you should,” he said. “A well-deserved one.”
She lay there, pride and pleasure swimming through her veins because Adam was a panting, sweating pile of spent male next to her. She’d wanted his cock inside her, by God, and she’d gotten it. Not the way she’d thought, and not in any way she’d ever had one before, but that only made it better.
Sure, she’d given a blow job before. But she’d never had one sit on her, thrust his cock between her breasts, and then slam it down her throat so hard she cried out and came at the same time. It had been so lewd and raw and overwhelmingly carnal that she felt stripped down. She’d become a wanton woman to his caveman, and she’d loved every second of it.
Being with Adam tore her inhibitions away, turning her into a shameless animal with his satisfaction and pleasure the only goal.
CHAPTER FIVE
At Adam’s urging, she took a shower in his washroom early the next morning and redressed in her suit, minus her lingerie. While he was in the shower, she used the tools she had in her handbag to make herself as presentable as she could.
One thing Mother was right about was that if you took care of your skin, you didn’t need makeup. That was not to say Olivia didn’t desperately want some eye shadow and mascara, but at least she knew she didn’t look too bad au naturel. Besides, it wasn’t like she wasn’t going home before she went in to the office. She’d have gone home in the middle of the night, but when she’d tried to leave Adam had pinned her down and fucked her again.