by Bonni Sansom
“Good, then we can go.” They walked out to his truck and he helped her in.
Her teeth chattered and her knees knocked together. Yeah, she was attractive. The red mini dress in December was quite a mistake.
As he hopped in he seemed to realize the same thing. “You look beautiful, but shouldn't you have more on?”
“Y-y-yes. I s-s-should.”
He handed her his oversized coat, she slipped inside and started to thaw in the warm cocoon. His heat, his scent surrounded her sending an awareness to her groin.
“Are you ready for our first date?” He put the truck in drive.
“Yes. I was wondering when you would show up. I was almost afraid you wouldn't.”
Why would you think that? I told you I wanted to see you again.”
“I know, but...” She turned her face and looked out the window.
“You didn't do anything wrong the other night. It was wonderful. I haven't been with anyone in over a year. I was just sorry I didn't last. I was embarrassed. Believe me, I wanted you to touch me.”
“I'm not sorry I did it. I really wanted to be with you, but I thought we were going a bit fast. I'm glad that's all we did. I don't want you to think I'm easy or anything it was just you.” God, she was rambling.
“Yeah, me either, it was just you too. I haven't felt anything for a woman in so long I almost forgot what it was like to feel her touch.” She felt strong fingers lace through hers.
“So where are we going?”
He looked her up and down. “I thought about taking you ice skating, but in that outfit I guess we'll have to wing it.” He raised their intertwined hands and ran his fingertip up the bare expanse of her thigh, making her shiver.
“No ice skating, please. Why don't we get dinner; I'm starving?” She hadn't eaten much in quite a while. No extra money for groceries after paying her bills.
“Dinner it is. What are you in the mood for?”
“A big juicy steak.”
“Steak it is. We can save ice-skating for our date with Jack. He loves to skate.”
“He's such a beautiful little boy. How old is he?”
“He's Seven, and ice-skating hell. Once he gets something on his mind, he won't let it go. Which is why I had my reservations about dating, but I didn't want to be alone anymore.”
She didn't know what to say to that. So she nodded.
“Here we are.” He pulled into a parking space and hopped out. Came around to her side and helped her down.
Immediately she began to shiver. Her bare legs had gooseflesh all over them.
“N-n-nice choice. I l-l-love this place.” A chill wracked her body making her contort wildly. She really should have rethought her attire. It was a good thing the door was close.
Derek led her inside with his hand on her lower back. She felt like a goddess with him. The only thing she needed to know now was where Jack was.
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CHAPTER SIX
That damn outfit was driving him crazy. Her breasts were pushed up and didn't leave much to the imagination, and if the ass of that dress was any shorter he'd be able to see her belly button. Derek tried to be the perfect gentleman, but when that much of a beautiful woman is showing a man can't help but break his neck looking.
The wave of possessiveness that hit him unnerved him a little. He swore if any other man tried to touch her, he'd break his arms. It was bad enough Rick had done it. If it weren't for the fact Lissa had asked him to behave he would have decked the bastard.
“How do you like your steak?” He noticed it was almost gone. She must have been hungry. He looked at her wrist and the loose watch that hung off it, her cheeks seemed a bit too sunk in. He wondered just how bad she needed the job she had.
“Oh, my God, it's good. I haven't enjoyed a meal this much in a long time.” She took another big bite.
He didn't doubt what she said for a second. She probably hadn't had a decent meal in a while. “What are we having for desert?”
She scanned the menu. “Do you like chocolate?”
Did he like chocolate? Hell yeah, he imagined pouring it all over her body where he could lick it off. “Uh, yeah I like it.” He cleared his throat and tugged at his collar. Lissa would be his undoing. No woman including Melody had tested his resolve this much.
The waiter came to the table. “May I bring you a desert?”
Lissa put the Rolodex menu back and started to shake her head.
“Yes. Bring us something with lots of chocolate.” The waiter nodded, jotted something down on his order pad and left.
“So tell me more about Jack.” She pursed her lips around the end of her straw and sucked up her diet cola, just like he wanted her to suck him.
He could just see her now on her knees in front of him sucking his cock until he exploded in her pretty little mouth. “What? I missed what you said.” He could've sworn she said something, but he was too busy fantasizing about blowjobs. She called to the Dom in him. And the Dom really wanted to emerge. His cock was responding.
“I said, tell me about Jack.” She said it slower as if he couldn't understand her.
“What do you want to know?” He wouldn't be getting laid tonight either. Jack was at home with a babysitter instead of Mrs. Sanders. Paulie Jr. was sick and she didn't want Jack to catch it. He was grateful for that.
“I want to know everything. He's such a special boy. I could tell he really wants to look out for his dad.” She winked at him.
He nodded. “Yes, he does. He thinks I'm too lonely.”
“And are you?” She sucked on her straw again.
“Am I what?”
“Lonely?”
“Uh, yeah I guess so. I am a man after all. I need a woman to help keep me straight.”
“I really don't see that about you. I see you as more the in control type. You have a way with people. They just do as you say.”
“You could tell that, huh?” She didn't realize just how spot on she was about him. He wondered if he should go ahead and warn her about what kind of lover he would be. She would have to be a submissive or this would never work.
Damn, he wished Jack weren't home for the evening. He'd love to have her in his dungeon taking her in every position imaginable. What it must be like to sink into that sweet heat.
“Yeah, I could. You certainly have that effect on me.” She clamped her hand over her mouth.
“You don't need to be embarrassed about telling how you feel. Matter of fact, I need you to tell me how you feel at all times. We have nothing if we don't have honesty.”
“You're right. I feel like you could really take charge in the..."The waiter placed the chocolate cake and ice cream in the center of the table with a spoon on either side of the plate.
Damn, if she didn't finish that sentence he'd seriously injure the waiter. If she said bedroom, he'd tell her about his Dominate nature. The waiter placed the bill on the edge of the table and left.
“What were you going to say?” He took a bite of the huge piece of cake.
With her fork half way to her mouth she paused seeming to think. “Um, I was going to say the bedroom.”
Yes!
“Have you ever been with anyone into BD/SM?”
She put her fork down and leaned closer. “You mean bondage and stuff?” She blushed.
“Yes, that is what I mean. I am a Dominant. I require my woman to be a submissive and I think you are a natural submissive.”
She whispered, “How can you tell?” She sat back and took a bite of cake.
“By the way you responded to me wanting to spank you. You didn't flinch away, you came closer. Your eyes dilated and I imagine you were pretty wet. Am I correct?” He took another bite waiting for her to answer. He already knew the answer; she had the same look on her face now.
“Yes.”
“Do you wish to try being a submissive?” He watched her and saw the flash of arousal in her eyes.
“Tonight?”
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He couldn't stand how much he wanted to reach under the table and feel her slick folds. “No. Not tonight. Jack is home.” He knew she would be hot and wet, eyes never lied.
His cock was rock hard imagining things he would do to Lissa. His mouth watered wanting to taste her. The chocolate cake didn't stand a chance next to her juices. He almost thought of renting a room just to get a taste tonight, but Jack had to come first.
“I can't wait to spend some time with him. He seems so charming. Just like his dad, I would guess. You're doing a great job with him.”
“He can't wait to spend time with you either. He thinks you're the prettiest woman on the planet now.”
She blushed. “Well, tell him I said thank you.” She took another bite of cake, closed her eyes and moaned sexy and low.
His balls were going to burst if he didn't get some relief soon.
“I really like you.” He didn't know where that statement came from, but the more time he spent with Lissa the more he liked. He thought he might even be able to love her. He thought this should scare him after everything he had been through, but it just seemed right.
“I really like you too. I want to spend time with you and with Jack. When will we go out together?” She swirled her fork through the melted ice cream on the plate and licked it off.
He could have sworn his cock had grown even harder. Just watching her pink tongue dart out of her mouth made him want to order her to her knees and suck him. He was going crazy with want and need for her. The last thing he could think of was a date with the three of them.
“What day do you have off?” Maybe he could pleasure her in the truck before they parted for the night.
“I have tomorrow off.”
'Tomorrow it is then. Would you like to go ice skating?” Yes. In the truck would be good. I could lay her across the seat and lick that sweet pussy
“I love to skate, but I haven't done it in a while. I might need to hang on to you.” She gave him a shy smile.
Take her in the truck? What's wrong with me
“Sweetheart, you can hang on to me anytime you want.” He put his credit card in the card slot and stood it up on the table.
“I like the sound of that.” She licked her fork again, torturing him. She seemed to be doing it deliberately.
“You keep that up and I'll have to double your spanking.”
She looked at her fork. “What? I was just licking off the cream.” She did it again.
“Alright, that's it you've earned five swats. Keep it up. I love to paddle bad little girls.”
“Maybe I want to be paddled.”
Fine, fuck it. The truck will do.
The waiter took the check and brought back the card. “Let's get out of here.” He didn't like the fact he was going to have to walk through the restaurant with an erection, but it had to be done. Now he needed to get her pretty little ass in the truck.
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CHAPTER SEVEN
Talk about being hot, Lissa barely felt the cold getting back to the truck. Holy freaking crap, Derek is a Dom?
She hopped in and waited for Derek to come around. He opened the door and had a feral look in his eyes. She knew she'd pushed him in the restaurant, but she didn't know how far.
“If Jack weren't at home, I'd take you straight there and tie you to my bed. As it is, we only have a little bit of time before I have to be back, but I have to tell you, I want you so bad I can't stand it.” He ran his thumb across her bottom lip, then leaned in and kissed her.
She was dizzy with lust for him. Hungry for her, his kiss was animalistic. Hunger for her. Smacking lips and wet noises filled the air. Their tongues danced and tangled deliciously, tasting each other, savoring, seducing and breathing in each other's scent.
He pulled back and whispered against her lips, “I want to taste you.” He licked the seam of her mouth for emphasis.
Shocked, she gasped. “Here? In the restaurant parking lot?” She looked around seeing people milling about carrying takeout boxes and getting into their cars.
“No. Not here. Maybe back at your car, that lot will be completely empty. Well, unless you want to go to your place really fast.” Sitting quietly, he held her hand.
My place? Hell no. What if Rex is there? What would I say? Hi Rex, this man licking my vagina is my new boyfriend. Could you stop stalking me so I can come, please?
“No. Not my place. It's not picked up and it's so small and you wouldn't really like it and besides I like the idea of acting like teenagers. Makes me feel young again.” Damn, she was rambling on and on again. He was probably thinking she was some sort of moron. Yet he sat there patiently and unswerving in his affection for her. Yes. She would go through with it. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
“Time is wasting.” He squeezed her hand.
“Yes. Please? I would love for you to ... you know.” She pointed to her groin.
He smiled and laughed softly. “Let's get going then.” He put the truck in reverse and winked at her.
The drive was quick and her car was in sight faster than she could've thought possible. The entire parking lot was deserted just as he'd said. While she was happy about the matching thong she'd picked out, her stomach was now full of butterflies. He'd said it straight out. He wanted to taste her. He certainly didn't mince words. He damn sure wasn't shy and she suspected that was all because he was a Dom. She still couldn't get over that.
She couldn't understand why, but she felt things for him and Jack that should scare her. She already felt like she belonged with them.
He hadn't said anything since they left the restaurant she wondered if he'd changed his mind. Or what he was thinking. Her mind was racing with thoughts. She had to know.
“Derek, have you changed your mind?”
“Hell, no. Have you?”
She shook her head.
“Good, because my mouth is watering for you.” He licked his lips. Pulled up next to her car and put the truck in park. He turned to her and rubbed her exposed thigh from her knee to the hem of her dress, getting an answering moan.
Her leg quivered under his touch.
God, it was burning up in the truck. The temperature seemed to spike, but had nothing to do with the heat setting. He could set her on fire with need with a single touch. She had no doubt she wanted to go through with this. He would be an excellent lover. She could no longer deny herself the pleasure he would provide. The orgasm she had fantasizing about him would be nothing in comparison with the real thing. He was already getting her there and his magic tongue had yet to touch her. She feared she wouldn't last long under his expert ministrations.
“Please, Derek, touch me. I need you.”
“You got it, sweetheart. Lay down on the seat for me.”
She scooted down, giving him perfect access to her groin.
“That's it baby.” He pushed her tiny skirt up and exposed her thong. He ran his fingertip up and down her seam through the silky scrap of material.
She whimpered and tipped her pelvis up seeking out the source of pleasure. He was going to torture her. Oh, the sweet torture.
“Do you like that Lissa? Tell me what you want.”
“I love it and I want you to touch me. Please? Do it now. Don't make me wait.”
He pulled the thong aside and licked her slit from her tiny hole to her clit.
She closed her eyes and just let herself feel. Feel him touch and lick her. Her hands itched to spear through his blond hair and hold him to her. She clutched the leather seat in her hands, having something to keep her grounded.
“Damn, you taste good baby.” He flattened his tongue and made another sweep of her slit. He stopped over her clit and fluttered the tip of his tongue over it.
“Ohmigod!” She writhed beneath his tongue. She had to move, she couldn't be still. Her world tilted on its axis.
He moved down further on the seat making the leather squeak. She had her head propped o
n the door watching his every move. Only when he fluttered over her clit did her eyes roll up in her head.
“I can't get enough of you. Open wider for me.”
She spread her legs as wide as the dash would let her. She was so wet, slick for him. Her breathing grew ragged with mewling noises escaping her lips. The air filled with her musky scent.
She was going to lose her mind. It was too much pleasure, too much stimulation. She'd never experienced a lover like him before.
“Ah, yes. Ohmigod, please.” She had no idea what fell from her lips and she didn't care. All she wanted was this man touching, her pleasuring her. Gyrating her hips, she ground her clit onto his face and felt his rough stubble abrading her delicate folds, adding to the sensation.
She was almost there, almost ready to explode.
This is the best present a girl could get for Christmas. Ho, ho, ho, merry friggin’ Christmas and a happy New Year.
Her eyes rolled up in her head. This was it.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
“What the fuck?” Derek immediately covered Lissa.
“Who is it?” Lissa jumped up righting herself, banging her shin on the dash in her haste.
Derek rolled the fogged up window down as soon as Lissa sat upright. He wiped his face with his sleeve and turned to the open window.
All Lissa could see was the bright beam of a flashlight. She put her hand up, shielding her eyes from the bright light.
“Can I help you?” She heard Derek ask.
“What are you folks doing out here this time of night? The mall has been closed for hours.”
She recognized that voice as Tommy's, the mall security guard. She leaned around Derek, embarrassed as hell, but she needed to handle this with tact before Derek laid the man out. His body vibrated with what she guessed to be anger. She also knew the scent of sex had to be hitting Tommy right square in the face. No way to hide what had been happening.
“Tommy, hi it's Lissa. My boyfriend was just dropping me off at my car.” True enough.
Tommy cleared his throat. “Miss Lissa? I'm sorry, but you two are going to have to take this someplace else.” He sounded about as embarrassed as she felt. His voice was a higher pitch than usual and a bit shaky.