We Love Kink - Erotic Romance Anthology #1
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Bailey could only imagine what he must be thinking. The ice blue elastic lace underwear were her favorite. They were designed to ride high on the globes of her ass, leaving the ‘apple’ of her cheeks exposed and since she considered her big butt to be her best physical attribute she could only hope he liked the looks of it as much as she did. When his open mouth landed on one of those ‘apples’ with a throaty groan she assumed he did. Hot, sweet bites and the velvety drag of his tongue along the crease where ass met thigh and Bailey’s upper body collapsed to the hood of the car ready to give him any and everything he wanted if only he didn’t stop.
But, stop he did. Nate stood with a groan that sounded almost painful and Bailey took comfort in the evidence that she wasn’t the only one turned on by what was happening.
“You’ve got the juiciest ass I have ever seen, Bailey.” Nate told her as, sadly, he dropped her skirt into place and turned her to face him again. She didn’t have time to be disappointed because next thing she knew he was kissing her like the world was going to end if he stopped and Bailey kissed him back with the same fervor.
It was another five mindless minutes before they finally parted. Another car pulled into the lot and the lights as well as the sound of the engine were enough to bring them back to their senses.
Bailey looked at Nate in shock from her perch on the hood of her car. Nate stood pressed between her legs and she had both hands fisted in his hair. It took her a full fifteen seconds for the humor to hit. And as the giggles started to rise like bubbles in champagne, she confessed. “I don’t remember how I got on the car.” And burst out laughing when he admitted; “Me either.”
Chapter Four
Nate walked into the upscale Italian restaurant with Bailey tucked close to his side. He hoped like hell holding her close would keep all eyes on the beautiful woman under his arm and not on his raging erection that had yet to subside. It was a catch twenty-two. Keeping her close assured that all eyes would be drawn to her but keeping her close also assured that erection wasn’t going anywhere.
“Good evening, sir, ma’am. Just the two for dinner?” The matre’ de?
smiled warmly at the two of them and Nate felt equal parts proud and pissed when the young man’s eyes flared appreciatively as they passed over Bailey.
“Yeah.” He replied with a little more steel in his tone than the situation called for. “Reservations for seven.”
“Excellent. Name?” He asked, still having trouble keeping his eyes off Bailey.
“Should be under Briggs. Nate Briggs.” There was a fine line between admiration and rudeness when it came to a beautiful woman. Nate suddenly had no more worries about the state of his arousal as he watched this guy teetering on the edge of that line.
“Right this way.” Motioning for Bailey to go ahead of him, Nate kept his fingertips on the small of her back as they wound their way through the closely packed dining area. When the guy stopped at the table in the corner of the two floor to ceiling windows, Nate moved to pull her chair out first. Not that he was jealous or anything.
“Oh my god.” She uttered in a breathy voice that stroked fingers of desire over his ears. “This is a beautiful view. Can you believe that?” As he took the seat across from her, he had to agree.
“Yeah. Beautiful.” It didn’t take her long to catch on that he wasn’t talking about the spread of the city lights out the windows.
“I have a confession to make.” Bailey said after the waiter brought them their drinks and set a basket of bread on the table. “I’m freaking out a little. I mean. Wow. Our night at the club was the best I’ve ever, I mean, you know.” Nate couldn’t believe how red her face got or how fast.
“Bailey?” He said, trying to keep a straight face. “Blushing, really? After what just happened in the parking lot?”
“I know!” She exclaimed even as her delicate hands cupped her heated cheeks. “It’s so dumb, but now that I’m sitting here in a nice restaurant fully clothed right across from you I’m having to force myself to face you.”
“Well, hon,” he said as gently as he could. “Since you haven’t taken your eyes off your lap since we sat down, I don’t think you’ve faced me yet.” He didn’t say any more, just waited for the ballsy nerve he knew she had to assert itself.
“It’s just that.” She whispered to the table top. “Just. Well, that was different. Those times were so out of the norm for me. That was my first time in a club even though I lied on the paperwork and told them I knew what I was doing. I totally faked my way through our night.” If he were standing up, Nate would have been rocked back on his heels at that.
“You faked it?” He asked, thinking that she should get an Oscar for those kind of acting skills.
“No! Not that.” Finally, her eyes met his, her pupils wide in the dim lighting. “What happened from the moment you touched me was a hundred percent authentic. God, it was the best sex of my life. Seriously.”
“Okay, good.” The relief washed over his body like a cloud burst, leaving him feeling invigorated. “As long as that much was real, nothing else really matters does it?” He asked and felt like giving himself a pat on the back for cleverly inserting a talking point so he could make his own confession. He’d been wondering how to break it to her that he wasn’t a real Dom and she just gave him the opening he’d been looking for.
“Oh but it does!” She interjected with passion. “It really does! A D/s relationship should be founded on honesty and trust and I was so worried that you wouldn’t want me as your sub when you learned not only was I not a sub, but that I’d lied. I wouldn’t have been surprised to have you end things as soon as I told you the truth.”
“Relax Bailey. I don’t care that you’re not a sub. In fact-“
“Oh but I am a sub!” She practically shouted.
“Huh?”
“I am.” She told him nodding her head while she mangled one of the rolls she plucked from the basket out of nervousness. “I really am. That night with you proved beyond a shadow of a doubt to me that I am a sexual submissive and that no matter what, I am not ever going to settle for a vanilla relationship ever again.”
Well, shit.
“Being with you, an experienced Dom who knows what he’s doing has shown me the reality of my sexual nature. And-“ Bailey took a gulp of the chilled white wine in her glass and braced her hands on her lap before continuing. “If you’ll have me, I’d like to be your sub.” Then she held her breath and looked at him expectantly.
What the hell was he supposed to say to that? Nate took a swig from his whiskey and coke to stall for time and tried to keep his expression neutral. He had no clue whatsoever what the appropriate Dom response would be.
“Exactly what would that look like?” He asked her, trying to sound aloof instead of lost. “To you, I mean.” Maybe he could get her to outline what she was after. Then it would only be a matter of doing those things.
“Well, I’m not really sure.” She told him in a voice that was a little shaky now. “Like I said, I’ve only ever had D/s sex the one time with you at the club. I’m willing to follow you, Sir. You’re the one who knows what it’s supposed to be like, I will follow your lead. You can just do with me the way you’ve done with all your other subs. I promise I’m a fast learner.” Shit. She was going to make him work for this wasn’t she?
“No.” He told her as an idea struck. “That’s too easy. I want to hear what you’re looking for. What do you want our D/s relationship to be? No fair cheating and hoping that I will just magically know what you want.” He felt smug at the clever way he’d managed to flip things back around. Nate quickly looked down at his menu just in case he looked as smug as he felt.
“See?” She told him on a gusty sigh. “That right there is what I mean. A regular guy wouldn’t care what I needed. At least all the regular guys I’ve dated. Most never cared if I even enjoyed the sex, let alone had an orgasm. But there you are. Asking me to open up and tell you what I need. What I am hoping f
or. You’re already Domming me.” They way she looked at him made him wish he were the Dom she thought he was. Nate decided right then and there that he damn well was going to be.
“Are you ready to order?” The pretty waitress appeared at his elbow with her order pad ready. A few moments later and they picked up where they left off.
“So, tell me what you think a D/s relationship should look like.” He prompted when she seemed content to let him take the lead. “In order for me to know that we’re on the same page and I can be the Dom you need-“ he was going to make damn sure he was- “I need to know what it is you’re looking for.”
“Do you mean my limits?” What the fuck does she mean by limits? he wondered. “Yes. For starters, lets talk about your limits.” Nate lived locally so he didn’t think he was going to have an issue there. Staying within the city limits would only be a problem if they were still together when camping season came along. The lake he loved to fish was over in the next county.
“Okay.” She said with a smile. “For starters then. No blood play. I’m not a pain slut. Although I think I would like flogging and even the single tail, no piercing the skin or making me bleed. Or scat play. That’s what it’s called when people like to poop on each other right? I’m so opting out of that.”
Alrighty then. She wasn’t talking about city limits. Good to know. He nodded as though he’d heard it all before and was thankful their food hadn’t arrived yet as the images of blood and poop where threatening to trigger his gag reflex.
“And, I’ve never been tied up before. I do tend to get claustrophobic, but I would like to try bondage. I’m a little scared it might be a hard limit if I get panicky when we try.” She sent him a worried look. “I hope that’s not a deal breaker for you. Do you practice Shibari?”
Not a fucking clue. “Sure, but we can leave it out if you don’t like it.”
His answer must have made sense to her because she rewarded him with a killer smile and started talking again.
As the night wore on and her lists branched out from what she didn’t want to all the things she did, Nate grew more and more convinced of one startling fact.
He was screwed.
It was like she was speaking another language. He hoped like hell there was a Domming for Dummies book out there because it was abundantly clear he had a hell of a lot to learn. And learn it fast if he was going to be able to keep her looking at him the way she was looking at him right now. As her golden eyes twinkled and her kewpie doll cheeks dimpled when she smiled he thought to himself that he’d do just about anything to keep that expression on her face permanently. She looked positively radiant as she talked about butt plugs and nipple clamps.
By the time the dessert plates were cleared and they were sipping at rich coffee from doll sized cups Nate felt as though he were in a different dimension. A dimension where electro-shock therapy was considered sex and tying someone up so you can whip them was foreplay. Nate was tempted to scan the room for a white rabbit dressed in a waistcoat and carrying a pocket watch.
“I’m still reeling.” She told him and he nodded, in complete accord with that. “Being a true sub to a real Dom has been a dream of mine ever since I picked up my first romance novel. I can hardly believe it’s coming true.”
“You’ve given me a lot to think about tonight.” She had no idea just how much. “Here’s the way I see things. Every relationship is different. Why don’t we take things slow?” So he could hit the web and figure some of this out before she figured out he was clueless. “That way we can explore your limits together. One scene and one step at a time.”
“You are so wonderful to take me on like this.” She told him. “I can’t tell you how lucky I am that a Dom wants to hold my hand and baby me into the BDSM lifestyle. So, thank you.”
“Oh, Bailey.” He said as the waitress discreetly slid the check onto the table by his elbow for him to sign. “I’m the one who should be thanking you.” After leaving a generous tip Nate met Bailey’s eyes across the table for a moment that sizzled with anticipation for what came next.
“Are you ready for me to follow you home? If not, you can follow me to mine.” He’d spent two disgusting hours cleaning his apartment for just this purpose. She aimed one of those killer smiles of hers at him and Nate could easily see himself leaping over the table and taking her right then and there.
“We can go to my place, Sir.” She lowered inky lashes over eyes that practically sparkled. “But, I don’t have many toys or tools. Wouldn’t it be better at your house so we can use your equipment?”
Equipment? Shit.
“Soon.” Like after payday. “I want to take a look at what kind of toys you have and see what we can do with those.”
“As you wish, Sir.” Damn if that blush wasn’t back and threatening his control again.
“Okay, Well, I guess I’ll just follow you then.”
Chapter Five
As soon as Nate pulled into the empty slot next to Bailey’s car, a calm settled over him. In moments, he was finally going to have his hands on her again, and nothing was going to slow him down.
Bailey must have felt the same because she was quiet when he stood in front of her; she only lowered her eyes, turned on a heel and led him toward her apartment without uttering a single word.
The door closed behind Nate with a snick and he turned the lock into place without looking. “Everything.” He told her. “Take everything off. I need to see you.”
Bailey complied where she stood, her fingers immediately going to work on the bow tied at her hip. The materiel parted and she slipped the dress off to leave it pooled at her feet.
“God damn,” he breathed reverently. “Turn in a circle for me. Shit. Those are the sexiest underwear I’ve ever seen.” Indeed, Nate was sure it had more to do with the delectable woman wearing them than the garment itself, but by the time she’d finished her slow circle he was beyond the ability to articulate that fact.
The two steps it took to bring himself directly in front of her felt almost monumental in the weighted moment. When he dropped to his knees, nothing could have fired his blood more than the sight of those hot as hell panties already wet with arousal. With a groan Nate leaned forward until his nose nestled in her lace covered folds, the scent of her was a heady mix of powdery perfume and the delicious nectar that was all her. Bailey made a breathy whimper and gripped her hands in his hair.
“Hands at your sides.” She complied with another quivery sound and Nate nudged deeper, bumping firmly against her folds, feeling them grow wetter and wetter the more he did. “Wider.” He demanded with his mouth pressed tight to that succulent flesh so she could feel the damp heat of the words as he uttered them. “Open your legs wider for me.” When she did, Nate opened wide and sucked, panties and all. The quiver in her thighs and the shaky cry were all the incentive he needed to continue. He used his tongue to probe and explore, the lace a tantalizing tease for both of them. When her knees buckled and she stumbled, he sat back on his heels and let his eyes devour the length of her.
She was slender without being too thin, softly rounded at the hips with a soft belly and plump little breasts that fit perfectly into his mouth. Right now they were encased in icy blue lace to match her sexy panties so Nate decided to fix that.
Now, the rest Bailey.” He ordered in a voice he hardly recognized as his own. “Take off the rest.” She complied with a heady flush to her cheeks and fingers that trembled as she did his bidding. When the under garments were a forgotten pile on the floor with her dress and shoes, Nate stood. He knew once he touched her now there would be no stopping, so he stuffed his hands in his pockets in order to slow things down. They had gone over protection and medical histories in the restaurant, and was thankful they wouldn’t need the condoms he’d brought along, the pause was solely to remind himself he was supposed to be doing Dom stuff too.
“Take me to your room. I want to see your toys.”
“Yes, sir.” Bailey’s amber eyes
flared in pleased surprise before she lowered them then turned and led him down the short hallway to her room. She only hesitated a second, with a fiery blush before she opened the top drawer of her nightstand and pulled out a massager with a large pink ball on the end of it, a silver egg shaped bullet, and something he didn’t recognize. He picked that up first with a quirked eyebrow. It looked like about a dozen red rubber bands had been stuffed into the end of a stick.
“I got that mini flogger from a book signing I went to last year. It was a swag gift from one of my favorite authors. I tried using it on myself, but I felt silly.”
So, that’s what a flogger was. Good to know. As he stared from the implements of pleasure to the alluring naked woman, all nervousness fled. He could so work with this.
“Lie down.” He told her as he scooped up her toys and set them on top of the nightstand. “On your back. That’s the way. Legs spread. Wider. More. Fuck, that’s pretty.” So pretty he thought his eyes were going to pop right out of his head at the sight. Her headboard was a sleigh design so there was nothing for her to hang onto. “Slide your hands under the cheeks of your ass and keep them there. You don’t have anything for us to try out bondage tonight, so we’ll start with this. You just keep them there, no matter what.”