A husband, and a Dom had seemed like it might be a lot of work, but when Ronnie got a look at them all together, she decided not so much. Beth’s face lit up, and the two men seemed totally comfortable with each other as one of them guided her up out of the chair, and the other wrapped an arm around her. When they left, the curvy little brunette walked between the men, and Ronnie wondered if Ian ever really would let another man top her.
“Have you ever had a threesome, Ronnie?”
She shook her head slowly. Was he a freaking mind reader?
“Would you like to?”
A flush crept up her cheeks. Not embarrassment, arousal. “I’ve fantasized about being the center of attention with two men almost as much as I have of being strapped to a Saint Andrews cross and teased, tortured, and fucked.”
His gaze fired up. “Maybe you’ll get something special for your birthday.”
Ronnie bit her lip. Oh, yeah. He wasn’t totally against the idea of sharing her.
His hand lifted and he stroked a thumb over her bottom lip. “Don’t bite.”
Her tongue darted out to taste him. When he didn’t pull away she leaned forward, sucking his thumb into her mouth.
“You really do have a bit of oral fixation don’t you?”
She slid her mouth up and down his thumb with a humm of pleasure. “Enough.”
He didn’t pull back, and she was so tempted to not stop, but she did. And when he smiled at her, she was glad she had. She snuggled against his chest, going back to people watching as she just enjoyed the feeling of being in his arms.
Conner come in about five minutes later, and parked himself by the bar. A new member at Overwatch, like herself, he’d been in the same training class as her. They’d worked through a lot of the class exercises together, and he’d sort of been her date the night before.
“Dreaming of that threesome?” Ian asked softly.
“No.” She turned to him. “I feel bad for ditching him so easily last night.”
“He’s a big boy. He can handle it.”
Ronnie grinned, wiggling gently on the growing hardness beneath her ass. “You’re a pretty big boy, too. Can I handle it?”
“If you are a good girl tonight, I’ll let you handle it all night and into tomorrow.”
Her blood heating, she reached into the small pouch purse slung across her body, and took out her phone. She held it so he could see it the screen then turned the screen on. “As you can see, I have not been in my messages all day.”
“Thank you,” he said. “Why don’t you read them now?”
His warm hand stroked up her thigh, inching under the edge of her skirt as she keyed into her phone and the message app. God, she was glad she’d worn a skirt. She was always going to wear skirts when she was with Ian. She had to go shopping for more skirts. Damn it. She hated shopping. She really liked the way his thumb rubbed against the bare skin of her inner thigh, though, she thought as she started reading the messages from that morning.
Ronnie: Yes, it was Ian. He’s amazing. Best lay ever. And tonight he’s going to tie me up and beat my ass red just for the fun of it.
Scarlet: Who is this?
Ronnie: It’s Ian. How did you know it wasn’t Ronnie?
Scarlet: Why do you have her phone. Where is she? If you hurt her, it’s not the law you’ll have to worry about.
Ronnie: I haven’t hurt her. She’s sitting right next to me, chewing on her bottom lip, and wondering what the hell I’m telling you.
Scarlet: Why are you on her phone? And FYI, if you hadn’t said that about her chewing on that damn lip, I’d be sending a big bad biker friend to hunt you down right now.
Ronnie: You tell me how you knew it wasn’t her, and I’ll tell you why I have her phone.
Scarlet: She would never say He’s amazing, or Best lay ever.
Ronnie: How do you know? Maybe I am the best she’s ever had.
Scarlet: If she’s still with you right now, you might be. But saying that just isn’t her style. Normally I have to pry details out of her with a bottle of tequila.
Scarlet: Will you give me details? :P
Ronnie: I’ll tell you that I’m serious about her, and she knows it now.
Scarlet: That’s all? *pout* But I’m out of town. I can’t pester her for details until tomorrow. Give the phone back to her.
Ronnie: Nope. And don’t text her and bug her today. If she can manage to not read these all day, then I’ll give her a reward tonight, and you can pester her for details yourself tomorrow.
Scarlet: You tell her I’ll be at her place tomorrow at 4 with Chinese in hand. She’d better be ready to spill!
Ronnie: I’ll tell her. And I’ll take good care of her.
Ronnie raised her head and looked at Ian. “Her uncle is a Hells Angel. She wasn’t kidding about sending a big, mean biker after you.”
“Then it’s a good thing I convinced her you were safe.”
She snorted. “No shit. I kinda like your pretty face the way it is, never mind the rest of you.” She ran a hand over his chest, twining her fingers into the dark hairs peeping out above his top button. “Was I good enough to get to play?”
“Yes, I do think it’s time for your next training session.” He stood, putting her on her feet in front of him. He turned her toward the door and gave her a slap on the ass. “Let’s go.”
Chapter Four
When they got to her place, she wasn’t sure exactly what would happen. She’d expected them to do a scene at the club right after their negotiations, but instead Ian had pointed her toward the door and they’d left. She was about to ask why they were leaving when she remembered she’d given him all control whenever they were together, and bit her tongue. It was going to take some getting used to, but not knowing what was going to happen gave her a little thrill.
Okay, a big thrill.
She’d also enjoyed the way he’d guided her to this car, and opened the door for her, handing her into the seat and making sure she buckled up before he closed the door. It should’ve felt overbearing, or like he was treating her like a child, but it didn’t. Instead, it made her all warm and soft inside.
Now, as they entered her apartment, she stopped, standing still in the middle of her living room, anticipation making her belly quiver. Ian closed the door, and, after a quick look around the small space, he said simply, “Show me your bedroom.”
She led him down the short hall, the heat of his gaze on the back of her legs making her add a little extra swing to her hips as she went.
“This will do,” he said when he stopped near the end of her double bed. “Take your clothes off and present yourself for me.”
Once she got her boots off, Ronnie made quick work of getting rid of the rest of her clothes. When she was completely naked, she moved in front of Ian and stood straight and tall.
“Hands behind your head, and legs spread,” he directed softly. “I want to be able to see and touch all that you’re offering me.”
As he moved forward, walking slowly around her body telling her how every Dom had their own preferences as far as protocols went, something new happened. Her mind slowed, and she stopped thinking about what would come next or if he liked her small breasts, and she let herself sink into the energy he was putting out there.
“You’re going to start learning my preferences now, and I’m going to learn a few of your body’s secrets. When I ask you to come to me, standing straight like that is fine. But when I say present yourself, I want you open so I can do this.” He stroked fingertips down her side, and she sucked in a breath, goose bumps rising on her skin instantly. “Ticklish?”
“A little.”
His hand moved down across her stomach and between her legs. “Or this,” he said as his fingers brushed lightly over the curls covering her sex.
A shiver ripped through her, and he smiled. “You’re very responsive.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
His smile grew, and her insides heated some more. �
�Let’s see what else you like, shall we?”
He ran his hands over her body, stroking her here, kissing her there, pinching her everywhere, sometimes soft, sometimes hard. It didn’t take him long to learn that she enjoyed having her breasts slapped, but not her ass.
“Ouch!” she’d cried out, dropping her arms and swinging around to stare at him the first time he’d smacked her hard. When she realized what she’d done, she lifted her shoulders and smiled pretty, trying to be cute. “Oops?”
His lips twitched. She saw them! Then he took her wrists and placed them back on her head, bent her forward at the waist, and smacked her ass three times hard and fast until it burned. She bit her lip and moaned but didn’t move again. She liked the other touches way better.
Ian smoothed his hand over her fiery cheeks then under to finger her dripping pussy. “Seems your body likes a little bit of pain, doesn’t it, my girl? Or is it the punishment factor you like?”
When she didn’t answer right away, he pulled his fingers out and smacked her again.
“I don’t know!” she said quickly. “I like some roughness, but I’ve never really been a fan of pain. Which is how that feels.”
“And this? How does this feel?” he asked, pinching her right nipple between thumb and forefinger slowly. She moaned, arching her back but trying to not to lean toward him. “Good.”
“Only good?” he let go of her wrists and got ahold of her other nipple.
“Amazing, Sir.”
“Tell me.”
Ronnie struggled to form words to describe what she was feeling. “It’s like my nipples are the posts on a battery and you’re jump-starting my engine. Everything in me is focused right there, and when you squeeze, it all shoots to my–” he squeezed her nipples a little harder, and she went up on her tiptoes, words tumbling from her lips. “To my pussy! To my cunt! Lightning bolts of pleasure from nipple to cunt. To my hungry, empty cunt.”
Fire lit his eyes up, and he leaned down, slamming his mouth over top of hers. All of a sudden, the gentle teacher was gone, and a master was kissing her. His tongue thrust between her parted lips, taking, tasting, owning her as he sucked away all of her breath. Her knees melted along with her insides, and she let all of her weight go as his arms wrapped around her.
She whimpered, wanting to writhe against him as the pressure built between her thighs. His erection pressed against her belly, but she wanted to feel it lower. She wanted to feel it hot and hard and naked, probing at her entrance.
He pulled back, chuckling evilly as he began to unbutton his shirt. “Hands on the bed, ass to me.”
“Yes, Sir!” she snapped out sassily, moving with an eagerness that should’ve been embarrassing, but wasn’t.
She watched over her shoulder as he stripped naked and moved behind her. Jesus, he moved well. Lean muscles shifting beneath the skin as he walked. Butt cheeks clenching and relaxing with each step. God, he had a nice ass. She just wanted to bite it.
“Eyes forward,” he said, moving behind her. He slid a hand up her back to her neck. Gathering her hair up, he tugged, pulling back at the same time as he shifted forward, pressing her farther onto her hands with his body.
Her fingers curled into the duvet cover. His cock was hot and hard against her sensitized backside. He shifted, and then his cock was rubbing against her swollen pussy. He moved, thrusting slow and steady between the folds of her sex but not entering her.
“Ian, please.”
The hand that had been on her back slid around her ribs and cupped a breast. “Please, what?” he asked as he pinched the nipple and pleasure zipped straight to her core.
She shifted subtly, angling so his next slide would have him sliding right into her, but he pulled her hair, and she reared up, making her miss.
“Ahhh,” she cried out.
Pleasure and pride flowed through him at her desperate cry. “You get it when I want you to have it, not before.” Fuck, he loved torturing her. And, if the way her greedy cunt clutched at his cock every time he slid past her entrance was any indication, she loved it, too.
He continued to get to know her body’s responses, stroking her back, tickling her ribs, cupping her breasts. He hadn’t touched her clit once yet, and already she was whining and moaning. When he’d first smacked her ass and she’d reacted so strongly, he’d had a moment of doubt, but it quickly became clear, as he explored her more, that, while she might not have a masochistic streak, she certainly craved a firm hand.
Which was exactly what he gave her.
“Ian,” she panted.
He noted the trembling that had begun in her legs and the way she pressed her hands deep into the bed to hide the shaking there.
“That’s my girl,” he crooned, stroking his hand down over her belly. He pulled at the neatly trimmed curls there, his blood firing up at her gasp of pleasure. “Stop thinking and just give in, Ronnie. Don’t fight the sensations. Let them seep deep into your blood and flow through your body. Trust me to hold you up as you sink deep into them. “
Reaching between her legs, he spread her slick lips wide and thrust deep into her core, pinching her clit between thumb and forefinger at the same time.
She came apart instantly, her head falling forward as she moaned and her whole body shook in his arms. Her insides were still spasming around him when he guided her forward, laying her gently over the foot of the bed. Bracing himself over her, he brushed the hair away from her face and kissed her neck as he kept her body covered with his.
When her breathing started to slow to normal, he began moving inside of her, her slick heat making it easy for him to go deep with each thrust. His chest brushed against her back, his thighs against hers, and he felt connected to her in every way.
She sighed softly, arching her back for deeper penetration, and Ian groaned, picking up the pace as she rocked against him. “That’s it, baby. Open up for me.”
“For you,” she murmured. “All for you.”
Heart pounding, he moved faster, deeper, as his balls pulled up tight and sweat dripped from his body to hers. From him to her, he wanted her to have all of him, just as she was sharing all of herself. He moved faster, and, when she shifted her head, pressing her lips to his hand on the bed, he came undone.
He threw back his head, a primal roar rumbling out of his chest while he emptied himself inside of his sub.
His sub. His woman. His girl.
He stayed there, braced above her as he fought to get his breath and his strength back. Ronnie lay where she was, warm and docile, still pressing gentle kisses to the back of his hand until he finally pulled out. He stood, lifting her into his arms as he walked around the bed. “Sheets,” he said softly.
She rolled her head to the side, then reached out and pulled the duvet down. He laid her on the bed then climbed in and gathered her close. “Sleep now, baby.”
Chapter Five
For the first time in her life, Ronnie was unable to lose herself under the hood of a car. She was a good mechanic, better than good, actually, because something about being under a car soothed her. She loved tinkering and tweaking things until everything ran together at peak performance. Books and manuals showed what part went where and did what, but there was a certain level of instinct to getting things just perfect.
Great chefs had that instinct in the kitchen, designers had it in the sewing room, and she had it in the garage.
Ian had it with her. He seemed to instinctively know not just how to play her body, but her mind, too. She’d cooked him breakfast on Sunday, naked. It was only toasted peanut butter and banana sandwiches and juice, but she’d worn a constant blush, despite the unique sense of pride and pleasure she got at the way he watched her. Which is why she hadn’t balked when he’d picked out her clothes to wear to the supermarket after they’d eaten.
Okay, so maybe she’d balked a tiny bit, but when he’d pulled her into the bathroom at the store, tossed up her skirt, and eaten her pussy until her knees buckled and she came with
a cry so loud the clerk knocked on the door, she knew she’d never balk at him choosing her clothes again.
He called her every night, and she lay in bed talking with him about everything and anything. Movies, books, cars, and computers. It became clear they had different opinions on some things and shared others. He didn’t really get her fascination with cars, and she didn’t understand his with computers, but it didn’t matter because they were getting to know each other again.
And now it was Friday afternoon, and she was thinking about him, and wondering what he would do to her at the club that night and not thinking about the 454 big block in front of her face. Which was bad since she’d been under there for way longer than she needed to be. She gave herself a mental headslap and refocused on the machine in front of her. It was time to work.
They went to a small Italian restaurant near her place for dinner. The food was amazing, and they lingered over desert, hands brushing on the table as they gazed into each other’s eyes. It was unreal, and everything she dreamt about at the same time. She felt like she was floating six inches off the ground when Ian guided her out of the restaurant and helped her back into his sleek Impala.
She was stroking the leather seat cushion by her leg and wondering how the leather of a flogger wielded by Ian would feel when she realized he wasn’t heading toward the club but back toward her place.
Disappointment swamped her, making her heavy in her seat.
“You okay?” Ian asked, glancing over at her.
“Yep,” she said with a smile. She really wanted to ask why they weren’t going to the club, but she couldn’t bring herself to form the words. They were together; Ian was in charge. He made the decisions. That was what she’d agree to. What she’d asked for.
“You sure?”
“Of course.” And when he reached over and patted her thigh, she put her hand over his and squeezed it gently, grateful for his touch.
Minutes later, they were at her apartment, and Ian was opening the car door for her again. After he’d helped her out, he pushed her seat forward and reached in for a black duffel. She recognized the Overwatch X on the outside of the bag, and her blood began to heat.
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