Long for Me

by Stacey Lynn

  Her gaze flickered to my shoulder, then out the windows, red creeping up her neck to her cheeks. “I’m nervous because you’re offering me more than I ever wanted, and it seems too good to be true.”

  I tugged her toward me, my forehead against hers. “Sweet, sweet sub. Those depths of you I said I’d never get tired of mining? I feel like I just dug a bit deeper. Trust me on this, Rebecca.”

  “I do,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “That’s what scares me.”

  I kissed her. Pressed my lips to hers and then forced her mouth open to devour her. I explored the cavern of her mouth, holding her against me until she whimpered and shifted on her chair to move closer to me.

  A quiet, clearing throat broke us apart and I pulled back, grinning at her. God, she was beautiful. Stunned and vulnerable and so fucking sexy my dick was rock hard.

  “We’ll eat, and then we’ll go to my place. There’s more I want to do to you tonight.”

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Rebecca

  How I concentrated on my dinner after Bennett’s proclamations and promises, I had no idea. Yet, somehow, I was able to eat my entire meal. As soon as our food was delivered, our kiss being separated well before I wanted to be done kissing him—although I was expecting that would never happen—Bennett guided our conversation to more pleasurable topics so fluidly, I was a step behind for a moment.

  And yet, it was seamless, as talk shifted to simple things, childhood memories, hobbies, everything that was typically covered during a first date, and yet we were so far past that.

  But it was easy. And that alone was tantalizing. It didn’t matter if Bennett and I were talking about work, our families, or sexual expectations, he guided everything with such strength and confidence, he made everything easy.

  It was a delightful change from my past, the challenges I’d always had to fight for and yet now he was making things so simple, it was almost scarier to me than the first night I’d walked into Miranda and Shawn’s playroom.

  “A hockey game?” I asked, scooping into a piece of a delicious chocolate mousse he’d ordered for us. “Is that what we’re doing tomorrow?”

  “If you want to go. Simon’s a friend of mine, and I make as many games of his that I can. I told him we’d go and have dinner afterward with him and Chloe.”

  “I told Miranda—”

  “I know,” he said. “Miranda invited us to their house for dinner tomorrow. Said something about Shawn owing you a rack of lamb dinner.”

  My cheeks heated. “He promised he’d make it for me if I went to Luminous for New Year’s.”

  “Then, I suppose I owe Shawn as well.” He leaned in, lowering his voice. “We’ll do whatever you’re comfortable with, but Miranda said Simon and Chloe can come as well.”

  “They know each other?” I asked, and at Bennett’s look, I understood. “They go to Luminous.”

  “It’s dinner with friends, Rebecca. It’s not like we’re going to break out into an orgy.” He wrapped his mouth around his spoon, eating some of the mousse. And holy hell, it was sexy. His full lips, the gleam in his eyes as he winked. “Unless of course, you’d want that.”

  I choked on my own bite of dessert and reached for my water. “Funny.”

  “I wasn’t joking.”

  Blood fled my face, and my body chilled. “What?”

  “Luminous isn’t all whips and chains and crosses and bindings, Rebecca. I haven’t lied when I told you I prefer bondage being done by my body and my hands and I don’t need the floggers and canes and harsh play of others, but that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy the lifestyle, exploring it, watching—” he paused “—or being watched.”

  Holy shit.

  “I’m only asking you to consider it, whenever you’re comfortable. If you ever want to explore things more deeply, you just have to ask.”

  I gaped at him, unable to fully comprehend everything he was saying, but at the same time, a warm pulse began at the tops of my thighs. The chill that had trickled through me turned hotter, a slow, rolling wave spreading from my pussy and outward, upward.

  He grinned at me knowingly. Leaning toward me, he cupped my face. The brush of his thumb over my cheek made me shiver.

  “Although it pleases me greatly to see there might be a chance of it someday. Until then, we’ll enjoy tonight. Finish your dessert. I’m hungry for something else and considering I don’t think you want the waiter to see me eating you, we best be going soon.”

  “Jesus, Bennett.”

  He chuckled huskily, deep and growly, and it was glorious.

  So much for him making things easy.

  Good grief.

  I finished a glass of champagne, thinking of what he wanted to do to me. Thinking of how much I wanted him to do those things to me, although, perhaps without the audience.

  And then I thought of all the other things he said he wanted to explore.

  He was willing to wait for me to be ready, but as he gathered our coats, helped me into mine and then guided us to his car, I couldn’t stop the possibilities from swirling in my mind.

  “You’re flushed,” Bennett said, one hand on my thigh, the other on the steering wheel. “Care to tell me what you’re thinking about?”

  All of it. All of him. On me, in me, around me, doing whatever he wanted...

  I couldn’t tell him. Could I?

  But I trusted him. I had fallen for him, most likely before he ever touched me. I might have fallen in love with this man before I saw him at Luminous. There was a reason he brought out such deep emotions in me before.

  Because I’d had a crush on Bennett Ashby since the moment I first saw him, years ago, when he walked through the doors of Ashby Enterprises, when I was just a lowly intern, working my way through night school, knowing without a doubt he’d never turn my way. I’d never be good enough for a man like him. We were from different worlds.

  Yet he had seen me.

  He’d not only seen me and my body, he liked all that was me.

  “I never gave you my answer about the job.”

  He shot me an amused look, his grip on my thigh flinching as he turned back to the road. “No, you didn’t.”

  I cleared my throat and covered his hand with mine, sliding it upward, beneath the skirt of my dress so his strong and muscled hand was on my bare skin.

  When he was close to my center, I slid my hand to his lap, to his groin, his cock already hard and thick, bulging beneath the fabric of his pants.

  “Fuck, Rebecca.” He groaned, his hips arching and shifting against my tender touch. “End my misery.”

  Before rationality smothered the overwhelming sensations weighing me down. I shifted in my chair, unbuckling and not caring the car was moving. My hands went to his belt, and his pants.

  “What are you—”

  “Quiet, sir,” I whispered, kissing his throat. “I want my hands on you. My mouth on you. I want you everywhere and I want you to do whatever you want to me, whenever you want.”

  “That doesn’t exactly sound submissive,” he said, teasing me through the thickness in his voice.

  “It’s not. You can punish me when we get to your place if you’d like.”

  “Fuck,” he barked out a laugh, his hand pushing aside my panties. “You’re soaked.”

  “Always.” I bent down, licked the column of his throat as my hands removed his cock from his pants. “I’m always soaked and wet for you. And yes, I accept the job, the contract... I want everything from you.” I squeezed my hand around his shaft. It jumped in my touch and hardened. I bent, his fingers having to slide out of me as I took him in my mouth. His hand came down on my head, tangled in my hair. “God, yes. Go slow so I don’t wreck the car.”

  I didn’t care if we burned.

  As soon a
s the taste of him invaded my mouth, there wasn’t a single place I’d rather be and if we went up in flames, my life would end exactly how I wanted it to.

  I moved, ran my tongue along his tip, swirling around the edge of his head before I dove down deeper, taking him as far as I could in the awkward position. He shifted, grunts grew louder over the quiet hum of classic rock on the radio.

  “Jesus.” He grunted. His fingers pulled my hair so harshly my scalp tingled.

  The car swerved and I braced myself against the seat, curling my fingers around the buttery leather chair as the car came to a sudden stop.

  “Fuck, Rebecca.” He groaned, arching up, thrusting further into my mouth and holding me so I couldn’t pull back. “I’m going to come.”

  I hummed around him, swallowing as he hit the back of my throat.

  He pressed between my shoulder blades, his other hand moved to the back of my head and held me still. I wasn’t smothered.

  He came, shooting down my throat while he held me wrapped in his arms the only way he could, given our position.

  I took every drop, swallowing the taste of him and his essence, never feeling more protected or safe in my entire life.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Bennett

  Fucking hell. The woman had practically sucked my brains out through my dick, along with my common sense while I drove. She drove me mad with need. Once I was cleaned up and zipped, I flew through the streets of Grand Rapids, rushing to my condo, and as soon as I pealed it through the underground parking garage, threw the car in park.

  I grabbed her overnight bag and hurried us through the garage to the elevator where I slammed her against the back wall. If the doors opened for anyone, they’d get an eyeful because I could think of nothing more than sinking my cock into her soaking wet heat.

  “You don’t need to move so fast. We have all night.”

  “I know. Which is why we have to get started. There are too many things I want to do to you.”

  I slammed my mouth against hers and words were forgotten. Hoisting her knee over my hip, I rocked against her, showing my desperation to be inside her as the elevator jolted us upward.

  My hands framed her face, my lips and tongue pressed and tangled with hers.

  Her whimpers, my groans. I was crazed for her.

  I took her hands and bonded them together with one of my own, held them above her head, and my other hand went to her thong. I didn’t take the time to prepare her as I shoved two fingers into her cunt, rubbing shamelessly inside her.

  I swallowed her cries, pinned her against the wall and it took moments, her clit already swollen. Her flesh so fucking hot against me.

  She was my inferno, lit and ready whenever I touched her. Nothing was sexier than this woman giving herself to me, in all areas.

  I pulled my mouth off hers, pressed my forehead to her shoulder so I could watch.

  She gyrated shamelessly against my hand. “That’s it,” I said, biting the flesh at her throat.

  I’d leave a mark, and I wanted it there. “Come for me, sub. Come all over my hand.

  “Bennett.”

  “I know.” I stared into her eyes, swirling pools of lust coming at her like a tidal wave. “It’s too much. It’s always too fucking much with you.”

  Her lips parted. On a silent cry, she shattered against me, came so wildly her body bucked against mine, her hands sought freedom and I held her tighter.

  I pinned her with my hips, caging my hand still deep inside her and pressed against her clit. “Beautiful,” I crooned, watching as she kept coming. It was endless and tears welled in her eyes, dripped down her cheeks.

  So. Fucking. Undone for her.

  The elevator came to a stop and the bell chimed. I held her steady, removed my hands from her and kissed away her tears that I knew were from pleasure, from unspeakable pleasure.

  “Okay?”

  She shook her head. “No. I don’t think I can walk.”

  I laughed softly, kissed her lips as the doors opened. “Then don’t.”

  With her bag in one hand, I pressed my shoulder into her stomach and rose, tossing her backwards over me.

  Her hands slammed to my hips as she cried out.

  I walked out of the elevator, down the short hallway to my apartment.

  Dropping her bag only to dig out my key, I swatted her backside. “Quiet, unless you want the neighbors to see your exposed ass.”

  “It’s not.”

  It was. The globes of her ass were exposed from her dress falling when I picked her up. To prove it I turned my head and sank my teeth into her flesh.

  “Ouch!”

  “Shh.” I opened my door and slid her bag inside my condo before I closed the door behind me.

  “You can put me down now.”

  “I could. I won’t, though. I need you too much.”

  “Jesus,” she whispered. Her hands on my hips dug into my waistband as I carried her through my apartment to my bedroom. There, I tossed her onto the bed.

  “Crap!” she shouted as she bounced on my bed. I crawled over her. I couldn’t wait.

  God, this was crazy. And I hoped like hell my desire for her never diminished. Not when it came to fucking her.

  I had her hands above her head before she’d gotten her bearings. Her eyes swam with dizziness.

  My knees pushed her thighs open. We were fully dressed, and I dropped my lips to her cleavage, brushed them along the slit of her dress that went to the base of her collarbone.

  “We need to slow down,” I muttered, licking the hint of sweat off her skin. “I have so much I want to do to you, no idea where to fucking begin.”

  “We have all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.”

  She pushed her breasts up to me in offering. One I ignored.

  Hers was as much of a declaration to our future as mine had been earlier. I searched her gaze, mine flicking between her eyes for any nervousness, any hint of trepidation or worry she’d said too much.

  Instead, for possibly the first time I’d been with Rebecca, there was nothing but truth and purity shining in them.

  Ironic, considering we were about to do every impure thing I could think of.

  She licked her lips. “Earlier, you said you’d do anything I wanted.”

  Fuck. Yes. “What are you interested in?”

  She tugged on my hand holding hers. “Please, let me touch you.”

  I let go immediately, stunned at the depth of her voice.

  “I want you to do to me, anything you think I’d like.”

  Jesus. This woman.

  “I want to push you further. Do you trust me?”

  “You know the answer to that, Bennett. Sir.”

  Her eyelids fluttered, cheeks flushed at the term. I kissed away all her nerves.

  I kissed her until she melted into the bed and molded her limbs around mine, until she was arching into me, grinding her center against my pants.

  If I didn’t get inside her soon, I’d come like a teenager.

  Pulling back, I climbed off the bed. “You have your safe words. Use them if you need to, okay?”

  “I won’t need them.”

  She wouldn’t. I would never push her too far, and knowing her history with abuse, the last thing I’d want is to scare her. But that didn’t mean I hadn’t considered what it’d be like to bind her while being able to tease and whip her, to have access to every inch of her while she couldn’t move away from me.

  I ripped off my dress shirt as quickly as I could, tossed it to the floor, and did the same with the rest of my clothes.

  “You can sit up,” I told her as I moved to the closet. “But don’t move off the bed.”

  I disappeared into the closet w
here I kept a crate of supplies and toys. Let’s see how brave my fearless woman truly could be.

  I returned and flipped open the top on a small wooden locker. I didn’t own a lot of shit, mostly because I didn’t need it. But I did have a few things, nipple clamps, a spreader bar, some plugs still in their packaging. If I wanted her bound or gagged, I could use anything, and I didn’t bother with paddles or floggers. If a sub wanted me to play with her like that we usually either did it at the club or her place.

  I tossed a handful of items onto the bed, not searching for anything in particular, more wanting Rebecca to see my interests.

  “What interests you?” I asked, closing the top on the crate. In front of her was a pair of beginner nipple clamps, a small plug, bigger than a trainer, not scary huge. An adjustable spreader with black leather cuffs, and lube. “You don’t mind being tied and if you’re not ready to be blindfolded, we won’t go there. The clamps go on your nipples. They’ll drive you fucking insane. Someday, I’m going to want to claim your ass. You want to start with a plug, we can do that.”

  I rattled everything off as she tremulously reached out, drew her fingers over the chain of the clamps. “These feel good?”

  “They hurt like a son of a bitch.” Her eyes snapped to mine. “And yes, women seem to love the fuck out of them.”

  Red seeped to her cheeks and she pulled back her hand. I half-expected her to say none of it did, but then she replied.

  “All of it. I’d trust you with any of this.”

  Jesus. I didn’t know if it was the orgasms, the job offer, or what, but whatever had thrust Rebecca into trusting me firmly, one hundred percent, I was damn grateful.

  Every time I issued a challenge she bested it.

  That might have been the sexiest thing about her.

  She looked down at the clamps again and I grinned. She wanted them.

  Fuck, yes.

  I opened the crate, found a box with lighter weight ones, better for beginning and tossed them on the bed. Then I scooped up everything else and placed it in the box, setting it on the floor.

  Her brows furrowed. “Um—”