He waved a hand. “Wasn’t trying to insult you, love. I just meant that you don’t know much about the way a man thinks.”
“Oh, yeah, and how does a man think?”
“With his cock.”
Okay, that surprised her.
“We might pretend otherwise. Talk a good talk. Dress ourselves up nice. Use our manners but at the heart of it, what a man really wants is to find himself a good, kind, sexy woman that he gets to fuck as often as he possibly can. Or a good, kind, sexy man. You know, the penis wants what the penis wants.”
She shook her head. “You are so strange.”
He just grinned and leaned against the doorway. “I’ve been called that a time or two.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “But you can take one thing to the bank. My penis wants you.”
She groaned. “Please tell me you don’t have a name for him.”
“I’ve thought about it a time or two. Pleasure Pump? Lap Rocket? Neither of them seemed quite right.”
“None of what you just said is right.” But she had a huge grin on her face. And she realized the tension she’d felt earlier had disappeared. Had that been the point? Had he acted like an idiot to help her feel more at ease?
There was more to this man than it seemed like on the surface.
“Baby, I want you. Long Dong Silver wants you.”
“We are not calling your cock Long Dong Silver.” She had to giggle.
“There’s a very nice tub back at my hotel. Of course, you’d have to lie on top of me. And just to save space, I’m thinking I need to sink Mr. Perfect inside that sweet little pussy of yours.”
She rolled her eyes. “He’s that big, is he? And Mr. Perfect? Don’t think much of yourself, do you?”
He grinned. “Are you losing the T-shirt, wildcat?”
She drew it off and chucked it away.
“Stop,” he commanded as she started to slink under the covers. She froze. Crap.
“You know hiding yourself isn’t an option. Another rule.”
She groaned. “I’m going to need a written list of all these rules.” And then she’d need to work out some way of memorizing them all.
“We’ll get to that tomorrow,” he promised. “But you should know that your new rule is that you’re not allowed to wear anything while we’re in bed together and neither are you allowed to hide yourself from me.”
Her mouth dropped open. “You expect me to sleep naked?”
“I do.” He ran his finger over his chin. He hadn’t shaved, and those whiskers on his cheeks and chin just gave him a slightly dangerous look. It was fucking hot.
“And I’m considering extending the rule so you have to be naked when we’re alone in the apartment.”
No. He wouldn’t.
“I’ll get cold,” she told him.
“I’ll turn the heater up.”
“It doesn’t work.” She grinned at him.
“I’ll get it fixed.” He grinned back at her. Damn him.
She shook her head. “You’re incorrigible.”
“You’re not naked yet. You have until the count of five then I’m getting a bigger butt plug. I brought my bag with me.”
He’d removed her other butt plug before her shower. And God, that had been embarrassing. He’d put the toilet seat down then made her lean her hands on it before he’d parted her butt cheeks and slipped the plug out.
And damned if she hadn’t felt incredibly empty after that.
Didn’t mean she was eager to sleep with one in. She pushed the covers back and slid her white undies down her legs. He stared down at her plain cotton panties. “We have got to have a talk about underwear. Don’t suppose there’s a decent lingerie store in this town.”
“You want to take me shopping for lingerie?”
“Babe, it’s not a matter of want. It’s a matter of necessity. Until we get you some lacy, sexy undergarments, I think it’s best you go without any panties.”
“I can’t walk around without any underwear on.”
“You can. Spread your legs.”
The command caught her off guard. “What?”
He moved forward. “In the bedroom, who’s in charge?”
She licked her lips. “I’m guessing you are.”
“You guess?” He raised one eyebrow, his eyes growing dark. She quickly revised her answer.
“You are totally in charge, oh, mighty one.”
“Little brat,” he muttered. “If I’m in charge then why are you still sitting there with your legs pressed together instead of showing me that perfect, pretty pussy?”
Oh, God. The words were dirty. So dirty. And they moved through her body like liquid heat.
“Unless you don’t want this. If you’ve changed your mind and you’re not ready to have sex with me, I can go sleep on the couch. I get that we haven’t known—”
She lay back and spread her legs. It wasn’t easy. Nope. She wasn’t sure if it would get easier with time or if she’d always feel this flush of embarrassment. But she hadn’t changed her mind. No, sir. She wanted him.
Desperately.
“That’s my girl,” he told her in a hushed voice. “Look at that pussy. It’s wet for me, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir.” She knew he didn’t require her to call him Sir outside of the club, but it just felt right. He was her Sir.
“Run your fingers through your folds. Gather up some of that dew for me.”
Okay, that wasn’t exactly what she’d been expecting. But she wanted this. Wanted him. And this is what he required.
She swiped her finger quickly through her folds then held it up to him.
“Uh-uh. That’s not the way things are going to go. You’re going to give me a little show. Now use the fingers of one hand to part the lips of your pussy.”
Oh, God. Oh, God.
She sucked up her courage and reached down and did what he’d asked. “Good girl. That’s perfect.”
The pleasure in his voice bolstered her flagging courage. She looked up. He’d moved to the end of the bed. He had that magnificent beast of a cock in his hand and was stroking it back and forth. She licked her lips.
He smiled down at her. “Like what you see?”
“Yes, Sir. Very much.”
“What would you like to do to it?”
She wasn’t sure what to say. She’d never really done this, dirty talk.
“I’d like to touch it. Run my fingers over it. Grab it like you’re doing.”
“Yeah? Anything else?”
“Lick it,” she blurted out. “I’d lick my way over the head, down the shaft, then suck it into my mouth.”
“Yeah? You want my cock in your mouth, babe?”
“Fuck yes.” Her gaze moved up to his. “But I don’t know how good I’d be. I’ve never . . .” She blushed. He was right. She was naïve.
“You’ve never sucked a man off? You didn’t want to do that with your old Dom?”
“He didn’t want me to.”
Surprise filled his face. “Funny. Never met a man who didn’t want that.”
Yeah, she’d wondered that at the time, too.
She just shrugged.
“Hmm, I’m possessive enough that I like that. I like that I get to teach you exactly what I like. And, baby, I’m going to fucking love having that hot mouth around me, sucking me off, taking me deep. You’re going to swallow every fucking drop, aren’t you?”
Her heart raced so hard she thought she might be in danger of a stroke. “Yes, Sir.”
“But enough of that. Any more talk of your mouth around my cock and I’m going to come before I even get close to that delicious pussy of yours.”
He nodded down at her hand. Shit, she’d forgotten that she was holding herself open for him. How had she forgotten that?
“Take one finger and rub it around your clit. Is it swollen? Sensitive?”
“Both, Sir,” she groaned as she ran her finger around the engorged nub. God, she couldn’t take much. She was so hot.
So wet for him.
“Run your finger down your lips. Explore yourself.”
She did as ordered. Fuck. Felt so good.
“Add another finger now. I want you to use two fingers from your other hand and push them deep inside your pussy.”
He wanted her to fuck herself? In front of him?
This was way beyond anything she’d imagined. And yet, she’d never been more aroused. She moved her fingers lower, watching him. He nodded at her encouragingly. She slid them deep inside herself.
“Move them in and out. That’s right. Fuck yourself for me. Damn, that’s a gorgeous sight. Do you know how beautiful you are? Shit. Take them out and offer them to me.”
She withdrew her fingers and held them up as he came to the side of the bed. He took hold of her wrist, held her hand steady as he lightly lapped at her fingers then he drew them into his mouth, sucking them strongly. He ran his tongue over them. Oh, God, it created a ripple effect throughout her body, and she swore she could feel that tongue against her clit, teasing her into orgasm.
She shuddered.
“Please. Connor.”
“Yes,” he told her, drawing back. “I need you too.” He reached down and cupped her breast then leaned in and suckled on it. First one nipple then he moved over to the other. “Move over, baby.” She scooted over, making room for him.
Oh, yes. Finally.
Connor lay on his side, staring down at Ria. Fuck him, she had to be the most gorgeous creature on Earth. Those curves and lush breasts. The little mound of her tummy and hips that flared out from her waist, just begging a man to grab hold and fuck her.
Yeah, fucking her from behind was definitely on his list of things to do. Along with a whole lot of other dirty things.
And he was willing to bet she’d love every one. She’d looked gorgeous wrapped up in his ropes. And she’d obeyed so beautifully.
At her core she truly wanted to submit. She just needed to work out that she could trust him enough to let go. That he’d been there for her.
He ran his hand over her breast, cupped it, tongued the firm nipple. She wriggled on the bed. Her thighs pressed together.
“Widen your thighs,” he growled. “As far as they go and do not close them or I’ll tie them apart.”
Her face filled with desire. Yeah, his baby liked being bound. But right now, he wanted to test her obedience a little.
He ran his hand down her stomach, felt her suck in a breath before she quickly grabbed it, pulling it away. He frowned.
“Put your hands behind your head.”
She hesitated. Then slowly put them under her head. Eventually, they’d get to the point where there was no hesitation.
He laid a kiss on her tummy. Felt her suck in again.
“Ria,” he growled.
“Yes, Sir?”
“There’s not an inch of this body that I don’t want to explore or want to know intimately. I intend to have my fingers and my tongue pretty much everywhere. Because every inch of you is fucking gorgeous. You if don’t think that includes your tummy, your ass, your thighs then you’re sadly mistaken. And if you try to keep me from touching what belongs to me then we’re going to have trouble.”
A small smile played at the corners of her lips. “Yes, Sir.”
He kissed down her tummy, and this time she didn’t flinch. Progress. He knew those bad feelings about her body weren’t magically gone. He intended to do what he could to fix the negative image she had of herself. If that meant keeping her naked as often as possible then so be it.
Oh, the sacrifices he had to make.
There was something else he intended to do often and that was lick her delicious pussy. He climbed off the bed. Grabbing her around the knees, he dragged her to the edge of the bed. Then he knelt on the floor and arranged her feet so they rested on the mattress. He pushed them far apart so she was nicely spread. Then he moved his tongue to her pussy. He ran it down slit. She let out a small gasp as he flicked at her clit. He spread the lips of her pussy. Her pearl peeked out from its hood. He teased it lightly with the tip of his tongue.
Ria groaned, pumped her hips, trying to push her way closer.
“Uh-uh,” he told her. “You need to lie perfectly still. You may make as much noise as you like, but you may not move.”
“Oh, God, you never told me you were a sadist.”
He just chuckled. He tongued her clit, explored it, played with it, flicking it up and down then circling it. He could feel how tense Ria was. Knew it was taking all of her control not to move. And she was doing so well.
“Such a good little subbie to lay so still while your Dom plays with your clit. I bet you need to come so badly, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir. Please.”
“Soon,” he promised. “You continue to lie still and be very obedient, and I’ll give you a reward.”
She groaned. He smiled. He knew how hard it was for her. She was probably cursing him to the heavens in her head. Damn, she was addictive. He’d never get enough.
Had anything been this hard before? She couldn’t believe how difficult it was to stay still. Why couldn’t he have just bound her? Taken it out of her control. This was torture.
“Please, Sir. Oh, please.”
“Please what, wildcat?”
“Please let me come.” Her insides were lit with fire. The need to come consumed her. “Please fuck me.”
He growled and the vibration against her pussy made her gasp. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She bit her lip, straining against thrusting her hips up against his mouth. She felt overwhelmed. In such desperate need.
“I cannot get enough of the taste of you. I’m going to want my mouth on you a lot, wildcat. You’re going to spend a lot of your time naked. And when you’re dressed, I don’t want panties covering you up. I want you accessible to me, always.”
Oh, God. She should protest that. She couldn’t walk around without panties, could she?
“When I want a taste, I’m going to order you spread your legs and offer yourself to me. Sometimes I’ll let you come. Sometimes I’ll just want a little sample of you and I’ll leave you aching and thinking about me.”
She groaned.
“If I pull you out the back during your break at work and demand that you spread your legs and let me drink of you, I’ll order you not to come. And if you do, I’ll bend you over and I’ll smack that ass and send you back to work, with a hot ass and a throbbing clit.”
Should she find that so hot? She wasn’t sure, but she could picture it all too clearly and every cell in her body lit up at the thought.
“We’re going to test you right now. You’re not to come until I’m inside you. Hear me? If you don’t wait for permission to come, I’ll deny you my cock. Then I’ll make you wear a clit tickler and keep you on the edge all night.”
Oh, shit. He’d do it too.
He played with her clit, running the flat of his tongue over and over against the tight nub. Her need grew, spiraling higher and higher. She bit down on her lip. She wouldn’t come. She wouldn’t. She wanted it so badly.
“Good girl,” he told her as he pulled back and moved to his jeans, pulling out a condom. He slid it on quickly. Then he grabbed her around the waist, and slid her up the bed.
Jesus, how did he manage to make that look so effortless? She was no lightweight, yet he shifted her around as though she weighed nothing.
He knelt between her open legs. “Ready, baby?”
“God, yes, Sir.”
He grinned and, bending over her, thrust. He moved slowly but without hesitation, pushing deep. She cried out, arching up, then froze, remembering his orders to lay still.
“You can move, baby. Wrap your legs around my hips.”
She raised her legs and held on tightly as he pushed inside her. It felt so good. She was so wet for him, that she took him easily despite his size. She shook with the need to come. He shifted, rubbing against that spot inside her, and she screamed as she came around him, clenching down.
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“Fuck, yes.” He threw his head back as he pumped his hips, filling her. “Baby, you feel so damn good around me. So fucking hot.” He cried out, stilling as he came, his jaw clenched tight. She reached up and ran her hands down his chest, his arms, feeling how muscular he was, his skin silky, his body toned and strong.
Her Dom.
Damn. She liked the sound of that.
10
“Do we really have to do this while I’m naked?” Ria whined. She bit her lip. Damn it, she hated people who whined. But really, it wasn’t fair that she had to walk around naked while he was fully dressed.
“Yes, we do.” Connor looked over the contract in his hand. Damn, he looked sexy when he was being so serious. Of course, she thought he looked sexy all the time.
You’ve got it bad, girl.
Yep, she definitely did. And she had no idea of how to protect herself from getting hurt when he left.
“But shouldn’t you be naked too?” she asked as he wrote something else on the contract they were working through. He’d grabbed a general contract from the club last night and was now adding in his rules. She wondered whether he would run out of space.
“No.”
“Well, why not?”
He glanced up at her. “Because I don’t have any hang-ups about my body.”
Well, hell. Why would he? He was perfect and she was . . . not. Okay, she got it. She had a few negative perceptions of her body. But she didn’t think being naked and having to see them every time she passed a mirror was really helping.
“Okay, I’ve written all the rules down we’ve talked about, plus a few more.” He patted his lap. “Come sit here while we discuss them.”
Okay. Maybe she could somehow take his mind off that damn contract and on to more interesting things. Like getting his clothes off and fucking her on the couch.
You’ve turned into a sex maniac, Ria.
And she liked it.
She moved along the couch then stood, ready to settle herself sideways on his lap.
“Nope,” he told her. “Straddle me.”
All right then. She climbed over him, feeling rather ungraceful. She knew other women who could have made this look sexy and seamless. Not her.
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