Gage smiles, sits back and glances off. I notice the server is heading our way. His next words bring my attention back to him, though. “Emma, the only thing that exists in your life right now is the next two weeks.”
****
Dinner came and went. I ate the chicken and admitted to Gage that it was wonderful. Our conversation drifted to other subjects over our meal—my promotion, my interests in marketing, where I want to be professionally in the next five years.
None of our conversation centers on Gage, I realize, as the crème brûlée he’d ordered arrives.
“We haven’t talked about you,” I challenge.
He lifts a brow. “Because I would rather talk about you.”
I hesitate on what to say next. I do not want to argue. “May I ask a question?”
Gage picks up his spoon. “Of course.”
“Will we ever talk about you?”
“No.”
I press on. “Is that unfair?”
“That is two questions, Emma.” End of discussion.
I watch Gage savor two bites of his dessert and push it away. Then he adds, “We have one more topic of discussion.”
Okay.
“The terms under ‘item number two’ remember?”
“Oh yes. The things I will not do.”
“Yes. Your hard limits.”
“I’m not sure I understand.”
I push my dessert back as well. Suddenly, I don’t want it and worry it might curdle in my stomach knowing where this conversation is going.
“Let’s just make it simple,” he says. “I know you have not done your ‘homework’ yet and still need to make your lists, but why don’t I ask some simple questions now. Don’t overthink, just respond.”
I’m suddenly nervous again. “I think I can do that.”
“We’ll start off easy.”
I nod.
“I’m assuming you are okay with missionary, vanilla sex.”
“Y-yes. Are you?”
Gage knits his brow and laughs. “Emma…”
“Sorry.”
“May I take you from behind?”
I glance about. The dinner crowd is thinning. “Yes.”
“Look at me, Emma, when we are talking.”
I do. “Yes, Sir.”
“May I perform oral sex on you?”
Um, you already have. “Yes.”
He smiles. “Will you perform oral sex on me?”
I pause, thinking I have never seen that part of him. I wonder how big it is.
“Emma?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl. Will you swallow?”
“Ah, oh. I don’t know.”
“Have you ever?”
My brain flashes back to Randy and his unsatisfied statement. “Not really.”
“Okay. Then let me ask you this. Could we work on that?”
“What? Like, you will teach me?”
“In a way.”
“All right.”
“You’re turned on, aren’t you, Emma.”
Every nerve ending in my body is on high alert and my cheeks are hot. Of course I am. “Um, somewhat.”
Gage laughs again.
“Emma, may I use toys?”
“Yes.”
“May I bind your hands?”
I know I am blushing now. “Yes.”
“Ankles?”
“Yes.”
“Blindfold you?”
Done that, too. “Yes.”
“Spank you?”
“Whoa. Maybe. I don’t know.”
“Emma, spanking can be extremely pleasurable.”
“Will you stop when I say?”
“If you use your safe word.”
“Oh, right. There is that. What is my safe word?”
Gage stares. “You tell me. What is your safe word, Emma? Make it something you will easily be able to say and I will understand.”
“I don’t know. What should it be?”
“Something simple.”
“Stop?”
“No. Not that one. Think of another.”
“Chicken.”
Gage guffaws, and I look around to see if anyone else is looking at us. Surprisingly, they are all into their own dinners. “Seriously?”
“Yes. Chicken. It fits and is somewhat how I feel right now. Besides, I’ll associate it with this dinner and our discussion.”
“All right. Chicken it is. Let’s continue.”
I take a breath. “Okay.”
“So, may I spank you?”
“I, um, think so….”
“With my hand?”
“Okay.”
“With other objects?”
I know the look on my face must be one of horror. “Like?”
Gage sits back. “Never mind. Let’s keep it where it is for now, and if we want to dig further into that topic, we can do it at the ranch once you are more comfortable. Agreed?”
“I think so.”
“What about anal sex?”
I gasp. “Oh, I don’t know…”
“Have you ever?”
I shake my head.
“Would you be interested in trying?”
“Not sure. I… Not sure. Pass on that one until later?”
Gage smiles. “Of course.”
“Thank you.”
His gaze plays over my face for a moment. “How do you feel about pain, Emma?”
“I’m pretty much not a fan of pain, Gage.”
“So hot wax is out?”
“Yes. Out. Oh, we are definitely getting into areas that I need to read about on those website links…”
He smiles. “Nipple clamps?”
“That too.”
“Suspension?”
“Excuse me?”
“Forget that.”
“How do you feel about sex with another woman or another man?”
“A threesome?” My hand goes to my throat. “No!”
He chuckles again. “Good. Not a fan of that myself.”
“Awesome.” I relax.
“I think we’re almost finished here. Now, that gives you some things to think about when you are doing your research and making your lists.”
Sighing, I agree. “Shall we go?”
Gage signals the server for the check. “Just one more thing. Stand up, Emma.”
Puzzled, I do as he says. He gets up and moves around the table to my chair, moving it to the side of the table. “Sit here, Emma.”
I do. I am now sitting at a right angle to him.
“Spread your legs, Emma.”
I look into his eyes. They are deep and fathomless, and I fall right into them. “Spread them,” he mouths.
The server approaches. I scoot to the edge of my seat and slightly spread my legs, watching him. Gage’s reaches for the check folder with his left hand, and with his right, presses between my legs and cups my pussy. I jump a little.
“Wait right here,” Gage says to the server. “I have my card.”
One finger snakes its way into my folds and inside my vagina. My breathing deepens.
I watch the young man’s face as Gage slips his card into the folder and hands it back to him. “Take your time processing that, if you like. We’re not in a hurry.”
Shit.
I watch the server walk away. Gage increases the pressure of his fingers. Two now, inside of me.
“Look at me, Emma. Breathe evenly. No one is watching you. Yet.”
He pulls his fingers out and swirls the tip of one over the hard nub of my clit. He flicks and pinches, and my eyes close.
“Open your eyes, Emma. Keep looking at me.”
“I…I can’t.”
“You can.”
He flicks and rubs, and I want to rise off my seat. One finger slides into my vagina again and presses deep. It feels like his finger curls upward, stroking me on the inside.
“Oh God,” I whisper. “What are you doing?”
“I’m controlling you, Emma. How do you li
ke it?”
I huff out a shaky breath. He curls and applies more pressure inside me.
“Do not come, my Emma. Do you understand?”
“I want to spread my legs more.”
“Then do it.”
I am sitting on the edge of the chair. I want to look around and see if others are noticing, but I can’t pull my gaze away from Gage’s.
“What if…”
“Spread them, Emma.”
I turn slightly toward him and spread my legs a bit more, my dress hiking up higher on my thighs.
“Don’t stop looking at me, Emma, no matter what.”
I’m trembling with need as he pushes the second finger back up inside me. My pussy is wet and his fingers glide. Stoking in and out, curling into me. I arch, helping him search for that spot he’d touched earlier.
He looks away, and I realize the server is here. “Just need your signature, Mr. Parker,” he says. I keep my eyes on Gage. He squeezes my pussy, and I want to explode. I can hear him talking with the young man as he signs the tab with his left hand, and hands the receipt back to him.
“It was a pleasure serving you, Mr. Parker,” he says. “Please come again.”
Gage turns to look at me, his fingers rapidly pushing in and out now. I know the look on my face must be one of desperation. “Emma, would you come?”
“What?”
“Here again, for dinner.” He flicks and pushes deeper.
“Y-yes.”
“You want to come, don’t you?”
I am shaking, I want to come so bad. “Y-yes.”
“Not yet.”
Gage leans closer and with his left hand pulls my head over to his shoulder. He speaks softly into my ear while he continues to finger me. “I want to control you, Emma Lavender. I want to control your daily activities at work, I want to control what you do at night, and I want to control your every orgasm. Do you agree?”
I can barely lift my head. “Yes.”
“Emma, be very quiet, do not make a sound.”
Gage moves slightly and repositions his hand, pushing and curling up into my core and finding the spot. I gasp and clutch his arm. “Come now, Emma.”
My body lets go, and I burrow into Gage’s neck. I bite his shirt collar to keep from crying out. The orgasm tears through me, and his hand grabs my pussy hard, squeezing. I explode with a force I’d never before felt.
“We must go now, Emma.”
“No…”
Gage rises, bringing me to a shaking stand with him. His arm is about me, and I am still trembling with the effects of an orgasm that did not come entirely to fruition, as he leads me through the restaurant. I want him. Badly. I want him inside of me, pushing me beyond any orgasm I’ve ever hoped to feel. I want him to stretch me and claim me, and…
Own me.
I hear someone say something to him and he replies with, “My wife is not feeling well. Just getting her some air.”
Somehow, we exit the restaurant, and I walk through the parking lot to Gage’s truck. He tucks me in on the passenger side, and I am reeling as he gets in on his side and locks the doors.
Chapter Twelve
The second Gage latches the door I know we are not finished. He tips the steering wheel up and presses the button on the driver’s seat to move it backward into the rear of the cab, and then reclines the seat as far as back as it will go. The truck has one of those extended cabs with a pair of seats in the back.
He reaches for me and roughly tugs me to his side of the truck. “Ride me, Emma.”
I want him. Terribly.
Don’t think, Emma. Life is more fun that way.
I yank at his belt, pulling the leather strap back to unbuckle it. I feel brave and wanton and slutty but I don’t care. I am loving the freedom of taking orders from Gage and simply doing what he says.
Although we are parked several spaces away from the lone light in the parking lot, the moonlight provides enough illumination in the cab to see what I am doing, but not enough to show us off—entirely. Gage lays back and watches my hands as I work over his clothes, unbutton the top button of his dress pants and unzip his zipper. I tug fabric aside and pull his boxers down to unleash a large and engorged cock.
“Oh my,” I look up into Gage’s face. Can I do this?
“Suck it,” he says.
I fight a momentary panic. What if I don’t do it right?
“Emma,” he slurs, “the only thing you have to worry about is following my direction. And right now I want your pretty pink lips around the head of my dick. Do it.”
I circle him with my thumb and forefinger at the base of his shaft and position myself partly on his seat and partly on the console. Lowering, I close my eyes and take him into my mouth. Immediately, his soft hardness fills me, and a zing of desire pushes me forward.
I want to suck him. I want to suck him hard.
I hollow out my cheeks and pull him deeper into my mouth. Gage growls and throws his head back. He is salty, slick and musky, and I can’t get enough of the taste of him. Swirling my tongue around his tip inside my mouth, I linger and tease under the ridges of his head, and push further.
Gage jerks up and grasps my forearms. “Enough. Ride me.” He reaches into his jacket pocket and hands me a packet. “Put this on.”
Quickly, I fumble with the condom packet while he pushes his pants and boxers down a little more. I roll the condom over his cock, wasting no time. My pussy is throbbing, and all I can think about is getting that cock of his inside me and finishing what we started in the restaurant. Gage groans and hisses as my fingers shakily work their way down his shaft.
Suddenly, he drags me up and over his legs, and I straddle him. With deft fingers, he finds my opening and without hesitation, I am pressing his cock into me.
“Oh. God.” I gasp.
He fills me more fully with each inch I descend. My pussy is wet and ready, and I long to take on more and more of him. He arches up and pushes into me. I flatten out my legs, spread wider, and ease him fully inside.
Gage grabs a fist of hair and jerks my face to his mouth. Frantically, our lips find the other’s and we kiss, tug, bite and devour, while I fuck him—gyrating over him, my pussy into his pelvis. He bites my lip and that simple act spurs me on.
“I’m fucking you,” I whisper, my voice laced with a raspy edginess I have never heard before. “I’m fucking you, Mr. Parker. Sir.”
“God damn, Emma.” His hands splay over my head, forcing me still against him. His tongue pushes deep into my mouth. He pulls back with a gasp and says, “I can’t get enough of you, dammit.”
I want him deep. Deeper inside me. “I can’t spread myself wide enough,” I pant. “I want more.”
Gage growls and releases my hair. His hands skim up my thighs and to my hips under my dress. He pushes the fabric up until the hem is at my waist. He slaps my ass and grabs each cheek, pulling and tugging at my hips, forcing my body to fuse more intimately with his. I pump over him, ride him, watching his face. He breathes hard and heavy, his mouth open, his eyes wide, and a look of intense concentration on his face.
He says nothing but grasps the bodice of my dress and pulls it down, ripping it slightly and sending sparkles of tiny crystals dancing in the moonlight. He pushes fabric away until one of my breasts comes free and he lurches forward to take it into his mouth. He sucks and pulls, his teeth tight on my nipple.
I scream a little at the pain and then gasp at the pleasure I feel as he continues to bite and tug. The alternating sensation of pain-pleasure shoots an arc of rising desire from that nipple to my clit.
“Oh, damn…”
I don’t know where to concentrate. On grinding into Gage with my pussy or on the assault he is executing on my nipple.
I just let it all go.
The pressure inside my core builds; a gradual crescendo of pleasure curls up inside me and I know that soon I will spin out of control. I long to come.
“Gage…” I hiss.
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“Oh, God…”
He pumps. I meet his thrusts and watch his face contort into a slow twist of pain and then a wash of pending pleasure.
“Gaww!” He shouts. “Come, Emma!”
He thrashes and I hump, squeezing him with my insides and crushing into his body as he convulses. I involuntarily jerk and shudder, thoroughly out of control and sinking into an utter and complete orgasmic detonation.
I am jolted to the core. We tremble together, coming off the sex high. After a moment, I fall into him, flat against his chest. His arms fold around me, and we breathe, erratically at first and then nearly in sync. I am not sure whether I can move.
A minute or so passes, and I push back to look at Gage. His eyes flutter open and for a moment, he simply stares up at me, his expression blank. He runs a soft knuckle down my cheek and brushes away a few stray hairs.
“We should get you home,” he says softly, and I reluctantly pull myself off him and roll into the passenger seat, tugging my dress back in all of the right places. I feel empty without him inside me. Gage takes a moment to take care of the condom and then fixes his clothes.
He fishes his keys out of his pocket, adjusts his seat, and sighs, pausing as he prepares to slide the keys into the ignition. He turns and looks at me for a moment, his gaze less intense than I have ever seen it, and I wonder if I am looking at the real Gage. Not the rough stock, corporate cowboy he’s known to be. Not the Dom who only wants to control women. But the man behind the hard layers. The real man.
Then Gage reaches out and puts his hand behind my neck, drawing me closer.
He kisses me. Soft, tender, lingering…Then pulls back and starts the truck, looking forward through the windshield.
“Seatbelts,” he says, and we both put ours on. I watch him for the next few minutes as we drive through downtown Billings. He doesn’t look my way once.
The silence remains until we get to my apartment building. He parks and gets out, rounds the front of the truck, and helps me out. We pause shortly, standing in the open door. Gage fiddles with the torn neckline of my dress.
“You looked stunning tonight,” he says. “I’ll buy you a new dress.”
“I like this one,” I tell him. “I don’t need a new one.”
He laughs and the tension between us breaks a little. “Would you have dinner with me tomorrow at my condo? Fancy attire not required, but if you want, you can wear this again.”
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