“Yes, sometimes. And with some of the Doms I’ve played with, well, I didn’t always feel like they deserved my submission. I know that’s a terrible thing to say—”
He placed a finger over her mouth. “You don’t submit to anyone you don’t want to, got me?”
She watched him carefully then nodded.
“Those Doms sound like they didn’t deserve your submission.”
“That’s not the way they saw it. It may come as a surprise to you, but most people find me difficult to deal with.”
He didn’t smile. He didn’t want her to think he was laughing at her. He placed his hand behind her neck possessively, loving the way her eyes flared. Reagan was tough, independent, and sometimes painfully honest.
He wouldn’t have her any other way. He pulled her in for a kiss.
“You couldn’t submit to those other Doms because you were waiting for me.”
She drew in a breath, her eyebrows raised. “That’s a pretty arrogant comment.”
“It’s the truth.” And it was. She was meant for him.
He pulled her robe open and ran his thumb over her nipple. She arched her back.
“Sir!”
Leaning in, he kissed her nipple lightly then flicked it with his tongue. She reached out and ran her hands through his hair. Much as he loved her touch, right now, he didn’t have the time to truly indulge himself.
“Place your hands on my shoulders,” he told her.
She whimpered, and he gave her a stern look. “Now.”
Without any more hesitation, she obeyed him. Fuck, his cock was so full he was about to explode. He undid more buttons, then reached in to cup her mound.
“Hot and wet.”
“Yes,” she answered, even though it hadn’t been a question. “Please, let me touch you, Sir.”
“No time. Jack is due here any minute.” He ran a finger around her clit, and she shuddered. Damn, he loved the way she responded to him. He drove two fingers deep inside her just as he heard a knock on the door.
Fuck, the bastard was early.
Tiny withdrew his fingers from Reagan’s pussy. She cried out softly in protest. He thought about making Jack wait, but he needed to hear what the other man had to say. Reagan’s safety came before her pleasure. Before both of their needs.
He lifted her off his lap and held her hips as she swayed. “Go get dressed,” he said more abruptly than he’d meant to.
She blinked then glanced down at herself, seemingly to notice for the first time that her robe was half undone. She quickly wrapped it around her.
“Jack’s seen me in less.”
“Dressed. Now.” Jack might have seen her in less at the club, but that was a completely different thing. He turned her around when she didn’t move quick enough for him and gave her a smack on the ass.
She frowned at him over her shoulder.
“That’s another five.”
She gaped at him. “For what?”
“For not immediately obeying me.”
She snorted. “I’ll never be able to sit if you’re going to spank me every time I don’t immediately obey you.”
Amen to that.
***
Reagan strode back into the living room five minutes later. She didn’t want to miss out on what Jack had to say, but she’d needed a few minutes to compose herself.
When she walked in, both men stopped talking. She sat next to Tiny on the sofa, feeling shy for some reason. But then he placed an arm around her shoulders and dragged her in close and suddenly, she wasn’t feeling uncertain anymore.
Jack looked at them for a moment but didn’t say anything. “Afternoon, Reagan.”
“Hi, Jack. Thanks for coming over.”
“Hey, sweetheart. No problem. I’m guessing I could have had better timing.” He smirked.
“Get on with it,” Tiny growled.
Didn’t he like Jack? “Can I get you tea or coffee?” she blurted out, remembering her manners.
“He’s not staying,” Tiny said.
Yes, it seemed he didn’t like Jack. She wondered why.
“No, I have to get going,” Jack said with a smile, apparently not taking offense at Tiny’s abruptness. “I’ve brought over the sketch the florist provided us with. I thought that perhaps you might recognize him.”
She stared down at the paper he turned toward her. Disappointment filled her. “I don’t recognize him.”
“Damn. I thought it was a long shot.” Jack went to grab the paper, but she put her hand down.
“I didn’t get a very good look at who was following me, but perhaps if you put a baseball cap on this guy, it could be him. I'm not very helpful, am I?”
Tiny squeezed her. Her breath left her in a whoosh, but she didn’t complain, after all, he was just trying to comfort her.
“It’s a start,” Jack told her.
“What about the cable guy?” Tiny asked.
“Dead end. The guy was legit.”
“Damn,” Tiny muttered.
She leaned her head against his shoulder, hating the defeat that filled her. Would this ever end? Tiny ran his fingers up and down her arm. She didn’t know if he even realized he was doing it, but the small gesture soothed some of the tension in her body.
“We’ll figure it out, Reagan.”
But would she still be sane by the time they did? That was debatable considering how she felt right now.
Jack left, and Tiny pulled her into his lap once more, just hugging her. Reagan leaned into him as he rubbed her back.
“We seem to have more questions than answers,” she grumbled.
“Yep,” he agreed.
“Maybe we need to push him a bit. Draw him out.”
He paused then continued to rub her back slowly. “How do we do that?”
“By using me as bait.”
“Nope.”
“But Tiny—”
“Nope.”
“Damn, you’re stubborn.”
“Yep.”
She sighed. “And frustrating.”
“I’m not risking you.”
She leaned back so she could look up into his face. “And what happens when you go? You can’t stay here forever.”
Even though she might wish otherwise.
“I’m here now. I’m not risking you.”
“We may not have a choice.”
He kissed her, gentle at first then harder. Then he leaned back on the sofa and drew her against his chest once more.
“Don’t you like Jack?”
“He’s all right.”
“Then why were you so abrupt with him?”
“He calls you sweetheart. His gaze lingers too long on you.”
She frowned, thinking that through. “You think he is interested in me?”
“I know he is.”
She shook her head. “He isn’t. He’s never looked twice at me. Perhaps he is one of those men that wants someone once they are off limits.”
“So long as you both remember that. You’re off limits.” He kissed her again until she melted against him, her body flooding with happy endorphins.
“Sir?”
“Yes.”
“Can we play at the club on Saturday night?”
Reagan stared up him, a hopeful look on her face. Satisfaction filled him as he took in the swollen lips, the happy look on her face. His cock hardened further, and he winced slightly.
“Sir?”
Shit. She’d asked him a question. What was it? Oh, the club. He would love to play with her. Unfortunately, he couldn’t guard her and scene with her. Not in a public place. He shook his head, and her face fell.
“Oh.”
He frowned slightly as he felt her withdraw, her face closing down. “What are you thinking?”
“Nothing.”
“Uh-uh. Doesn’t work that way. I ask. You answer.”
“Well, that doesn’t seem fair.”
“Reagan,” he growled. “You’ve closed down. What’s going
on?”
“It’s nothing.” She turned her gaze away. “I get why you don’t want to scene with me.”
Did she just? He was willing to bet everything he owned her reasons and his were vastly different.
“Tell me.”
“I don’t need to tell you. You already know.”
“Humor me,” he told her dryly.
“It’s simple. You don’t want anyone to scene with me in public. I get it.”
He didn’t. He didn’t understand her reasoning at all. But as she tried to wiggle off his lap, he knew he would have to figure out what was going on.
“Reagan, why wouldn’t I want to play with you in public?”
She shrugged. “You might be scared I’ll embarrass you.”
He growled. “I’m not. How could you think that?”
“I don’t know what this is.” She gestured between them. “For a while, I didn’t even think you wanted me.”
Not want her? Was she crazy? “This is…this is…it’s us.”
She looked puzzled.
He searched for the right words. Not his forte. “You’re mine, damn it. This is what this is.” Fuck, he needed to explain things better. He sounded like a total Neanderthal.
“Reagan—”
“I am?” She looked pleased rather than pissed off. He should have known she wouldn’t react the way he expected her to.
“Yes.”
“Oh, so why don’t you want to scene with me? A lot of Doms don’t want to scene with me. I’m difficult, remember? I think Paul told me that. Or was it Logan? No, Logan said I was a terrible submissive.” Her voice was lighthearted, but he could hear the pain beneath. He cursed those other assholes.
He cupped her face between his hands. “Do not put yourself down.”
“I was just telling you what they said.”
“It doesn’t matter. Say something like that again, and you’re in trouble.”
She licked her lips. “Hmm, what if I want to be in trouble?”
“Not this sort of trouble. You want a spanking, you tell me. I’ll give you what you want. But don’t deliberately disobey me to get one. Got it?”
Her eyes were wide. “I got it.”
“Tell me your hard limits.”
“Oh... ummm…” If they weren’t going to play then what did it matter? But then they didn’t have to be at the club to play, did they?
“I don’t like a lot of pain. No blood. No whips.” She shuddered. “No verbal abuse. Or humiliation.”
“No worries there,” he told her.
“Right, yes.” With his father, she understood that.
She licked her lips. “I’m not fond of blindfolds or gags while being bound.” It was too much. She loved being bound. Or being blindfolded. But not both.
He looked thoughtful. “All right, that’s a good start. I owe you ten.”
Ahh, what? “I don’t want a spanking,” she squeaked out.
“It doesn’t matter. These aren’t for pleasure. Stand. Strip.”
She looked at him for a long moment, and he just waited. She was still unsure of him, which was to be expected, but she would learn he never said anything he didn’t mean. She also needed to know he didn’t believe her to be a poor submissive or difficult. Jesus, what kind of Doms did Roarke have at his club?
Moving off his lap, she stood before him and pulled off her T-shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Damn. His gaze was caught by the way her breasts swayed as she moved. Gorgeous. Her nipples were a dusky red, they tipped the most perfect creamy white breasts he’d ever laid eyes on. She bent, pulling off her yoga pants, and his cock strained against his jeans when he saw she wasn’t wearing panties.
“Turn. Slowly.”
She shuffled around.
“Stop,” he called out when she had her back to him. “Bend over.”
“What?” She glanced over her shoulder at him, surprise on her face.
He didn’t repeat himself. She’d heard him just fine. He waited patiently. Tiny was an extremely patient man. Or he’d always thought of himself to be. His need for her was wearing down his patience, though.
She bent over. Damn, that was one fine ass. Pert and smooth.
“Spread your legs.”
Reagan groaned but didn’t question him this time. Progress.
She spread her leg, and he got a glimpse of her gorgeous pussy, the lips glistening with her dew. He just stared at her for a long moment, taking her in.
“Come lie on my lap. No speaking unless I ask you a question.”
When she stood and turned to him, her eyes were slightly glazed, her cheeks flushed. She hesitated a moment then lay herself across his knees. Tiny wasn’t offended. It took time to build up trust. Even if you already had trust, the trust between Dominant and submissive was a whole other level of trust.
He ran his hand from the top of her spine to the base then back up. She was stiff as a board, and he didn’t want that. He waited until she relaxed beneath his touch. He placed his hand on her butt cheeks, feeling her jump slightly. But he simply rubbed and squeezed her ass cheeks.
“Do you remember why you’re being spanked?”
“Yes. Do you?”
He felt safe grinning since she wasn’t looking at him. He gave her a sharp smack.
“Ow.” She turned to glare at him over her shoulder. “What was that for?”
He raised an eyebrow, keeping his face stern. “Yes, I remember. Brat.”
“Sorry.” Her face grew anxious.
“I didn’t say you had to apologize.” He rubbed his hand over her ass. Then gave it another smack. Damn, this was satisfying. “This is for moving from where I put you.”
Smack! He rubbed the heat in. Smack. Rub. Damn, her ass was spectacular.
“Okay?”
“Yes, Sir. Although, I think telling me to stay where you put me is a bit sexist.”
“Not about sex. About safety. And submission. You obey me.”
“You’re a caveman.”
There was a breathless note to her voice, and he reached down to swipe his fingers through her wet folds. She was enjoying this.
He pulled back and gave her three smack, one after the other. Then he paused again, savoring the moment. He squeezed her ass hard.
Smack! Smack!
The last few smacks were given quickly. When he was done, he just rubbed her back lightly for a moment. “Good girl.”
She snorted, and he resisted the urge to grin. Yep, she was a little bratty. But he liked it. That was just Reagan. He turned her over, so she sat on his lap. She grimaced slightly, maneuvering into a more comfortable position with her ass hanging off his lap.
“I always seem to be naked while you’re fully dressed,” she complained.
“What did I say about talking?”
“Oh.” She bit her lip. “I thought that had ended.”
“All right. You can speak freely.” It would probably help build the trust between them if she could ask him what she needed to.
“Can I suck your cock?”
For a moment, he was speechless. When he’d said she could speak freely that wasn’t quite what he’d meant.
“Too blunt?” she asked, looking slightly anxious.
“Nope.”
He flicked her nipple with his thumb, heard her take a deep breath. He did the same to her other nipple. Damn, he couldn’t wait to see her nipples clamped. To fill her pussy with his dick. To claim her.
Shit. He paused, taking a deep breath. He needed to get himself under control.
“No, I wasn't too blunt, or no I can’t suck your cock?”
“No, to both.”
He saw the disappointment in her face and pinched her nipple lightly. “You suck me, and I’ll come. And I want to come in your pussy.”
“Oh.”
Shit. Smooth, man.
“That’s nice,” she said dreamily.
Would he ever understand her? Maybe once he was old and gray. The thought of growing old with Reaga
n didn’t scare him. Tiny pushed that thought aside. There was too much going on for him to think too far into the future. Too much for them to overcome.
He lifted her off him. “Go wait in the bedroom. On your back. Legs spread.”
She practically ran to obey him.
Tiny smiled over her eagerness. She was good for his ego. And too damn sexy for his own good. He took a few minutes to calm himself. The last thing he wanted was to come as soon as entered that lush pussy.
When he had clawed back some control, he made his way down the hallway and walked into the bedroom to find the candles had been relit. The flickering light cast a soft glow over the room and made Reagan look almost ethereal as she lay naked on the bed, the light glinting off her blonde hair.
“Legs wider,” he told her abruptly. He moved to her wardrobe, he needed to find something to bind her. He wished he’d brought his toy bag with him. He looked inside and spotted a couple of scarves. Perfect.
Striding over to the bed, he took a moment to study her. Damn perfect.
“Arms above your head.”
He was pleased with the way she immediately obeyed him. Already the trust between them was growing. He quickly tied her wrists to the metal headboard.
“If you want to stop, you say red. I don’t like fancy safe words, they’re too easy to forget.”
“Okay,” she replied, testing the bonds.
“Too tight?”
“No.”
He tilted her head back and ravished her mouth. Moving down her body, he nipped at her nipples, tugging on them until she groaned. “Need nipple clamps.”
“Oh, God,” she whimpered. “I’ve got some. In the top bedside drawer.”
He raised his eyebrows but moved over to the bedside drawers. When he opened the drawer, he nearly whistled in surprise. Not only did she have nipple clamps, but a butt plug, lube, and a vibrator.
“Who’s used these on you?” He held up the nipple clamps.
“No one. Used them on myself. Well, not the plug.”
He’d fix that. He leaned in and sucked on one nipple, pulling on it gently. Then he turned to the other nipple, repeating his movements. When he pulled away, her breath was coming fast, her face flushed with pleasure.
He reached over and grabbed the vibrator. It was fairly small. A basic model. He turned it on, and it buzzed, making her jump.
“No coming,” he ordered, nearly smiling at the sweet little noises she made.
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