“Really good, little human.”
She poked him in the back, and he laughed and gave her a playful nip. “It was incredible. Did you like being tied up and blindfolded?”
She considered his question for a moment before nodding. “Yes.”
“Good.” He pulled her even closer and nuzzled her throat again, licking at the healing bite marks.
“You spanked me,” she said.
“A couple of slaps isn’t really a spanking.”
“Says the guy who didn’t get his ass slapped.”
He laughed and kissed her throat. “Did you like it?”
She hesitated, and he lifted his head and stared at her. “Did you?”
“I didn’t hate it,” she said.
“But?”
“But I don’t think spanking is for me. I mean, I know it wasn’t actually spanking, but I think it was enough for me to know it’s not a kink for me.”
He just nodded, and she pressed her face against his chest. She should be worried about her newfound discovery. If she didn’t like being spanked, then –
She cut the thought off before it really started. She didn’t want to think about being with someone else. Not when she was in Hudson’s arms, and not when he’d just given her the best damn orgasm of her life.
“You okay?” Hudson’s voice rumbled out of his chest and she nodded and snuggled closer.
“I’m good. Thank you, Hudson. It was amazing.”
“For me too, sweet Rosie.”
Chapter Sixteen
“Hey, Rosie?”
“Hmm?” She stirred the stew that was bubbling on the stove before turning the burner to low and placing the lid on it. “Do you want two containers of stew to take to work or just one?”
“Two, please. I’m sorry about this morning.”
She turned to face Hudson. He was sitting at the table, her iPad in front of him and Mr. Pibbles sitting on his lap.
“You don’t have to apologize, Hudson. I don’t care if you shift to your polar bear form while we’re sleeping. Besides, it was a good way to test if the bed was worth its cost, right?” She smiled at him, and he grinned in return before studying her iPad again.
She turned back to the counter and flipped through the recipe book, wondering idly if she had enough time to make homemade biscuits to send along with the stew. One thing she’d learned about Hudson was just how much he enjoyed eating. She’d gone grocery shopping again yesterday after he went through the veggies and fruit that usually lasted her an entire week in just a day and a half.
It was Friday afternoon, and Hudson had joined her at her place every night this week after he was finished work. Both nights, she’d been sleeping – as hard as she tried, she really wasn’t a night owl – and he hadn’t woken her, just climbed into bed with her. This morning when she’d woken, he was in his polar bear form again.
She rubbed her thighs absentmindedly as she turned the page on the recipe book. She was actually a little grateful he didn’t wake her. They had so much sex during the day before he went into work, she wasn’t sure she could handle another round when he got home.
She grinned to herself. Not that she would say no if he did wake her up. Sex with Hudson was delightfully addictive. He was incredible at making her climax, and he was definitely all about giving her pleasure.
She paused in the middle of turning a page. She still hadn’t even given him a blow job. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to give him one, but once they were in bed, he had this way of making it all about her that was both sweet and exhilarating. But maybe he thought she was a selfish lover.
Her stomach twisted. Maybe Hudson wasn’t enjoying sex with her as much as she was enjoying it with him.
He is. Would he spend all day with you if he didn’t? He goes home to grab a change of clothes and that’s it. What you really need to be concerned about is that you’re not even being remotely kinky with him. You have one week left before you go to that kink dance party and seduce Lincoln and the only kinky thing you’ve tried is being tied up.
She closed the recipe book and chewed on her bottom lip. She did need to be kinkier, time was rapidly running out, but more worrisome was the way her entire body recoiled when she thought about going to the dance party.
Is it the thought of the dance party, or the thought of seducing Lincoln that’s making you feel sick?
She ignored her inner voice. She loved Lincoln. She wanted to be with him. She wanted to marry him and have lion babies with him.
Do you, though?
“Rosie?”
She turned and smiled at Hudson. “Sorry, just all up in my head.”
He was studying her and hating that he could read – well, smell – her emotion so well, she said, “I think it’s time for another kink lesson, don’t you?”
He was silent for a long moment before he nodded. “Sure. What do you want to try this time?”
She didn’t know what to tell him. She had the book she bought, So You Want to be Kinky, but the thought of bringing it out and casually perusing it with Hudson made her cheeks burn. Why the hell couldn’t she just remember what she’d read?
Because you didn’t really read it. You made it as far as suggestion number five –nipple clamps – and noped right out of reading the rest. Remember?
Shit. That was right. She had read about nipple clamps and then made the fatal error of googling images of them. She’d closed the browser in about thirty seconds flat, shocked and a little horrified by what she’d seen. The book had gone to the bottom of her nightstand drawer and she hadn’t opened it since.
“Rosie?”
“Not nipple clamps,” she blurted out and then gave him an appalled look. “Oh God. Did I just say the words ‘nipple clamps’ to you?”
He laughed. “Yeah. C’mere, honey.”
She crossed toward him as he set the cat on the floor and pulled her into his lap instead. He put his arms around her and rubbed her hip. “What did you want to try?”
“Honestly, I’m not really sure what there is, I mean... I don’t know…”
God, why did she have to sound like such a naïve idiot all the time?
Hudson kissed her upper chest before grabbing her iPad off the table. She rested her head on his shoulder, watching as he used one finger to type into Google. He scanned through the results and then picked a link. The page loaded, and she read the title of the list out loud, trying not to feel embarrassed.
“Thirty Sex Ideas to Try With Your Partner.” She cleared her throat and read through the list. Oh super – nipple clamps were number ten. Why did so many kinky things have to involve pain? She vetoed the hot wax, the nipple clamps, and the flogging almost immediately. She didn’t like pain and didn’t really understand why it turned some people on. The two light butt slaps Hudson had given her, while not a total turn off, had solidified her views on how she felt about having painful things done to her during sex.
She was a little embarrassed that she didn’t even know what some of the terms meant. As the silence dragged on, she began to feel awkward and weird that she couldn’t even find one she wanted to try. Her discomfort growing, she decided to pick one that seemed relatively innocuous.
“How about pegging?” She said.
Hudson raised an eyebrow at her, a look of surprise crossing his craggy features. “That’s a strong no.”
“Why not?” She asked.
“Do you know what pegging is?” He said.
“Of course.”
He sniffed the air and she sighed. “Fine, no, I don’t know exactly what it is. It involves a vibrator or dildo, right?”
“Pegging is when a woman wears a strap-on dildo and fucks…” he stopped and cleared his throat, “penetrates her partner anally.”
Her mouth dropped open and she stared at Hudson in silence before bursting into giggles. She laughed until tears ran down her face, until her stomach ached and she couldn’t breathe. Every time she would start to get some semblance of control,
she would stare at Hudson’s calm and unruffled expression and the laughter would start all over again.
“Oh my God,” she wheezed. “Oh God, I can’t… I can’t even picture doing that to you.”
“Good. Because you’re not,” Hudson said. “I’ll teach you a lot of things, but how to peg isn’t one of them.”
She laughed again, resting her head on his shoulder and wiping at her streaming eyes. “Oh man, I’m sorry, Hudson. That’s the last time I suggest something without being absolutely one hundred percent clear on what it is.”
“Good idea, little human.”
She giggled a final time and straightened on his lap. “Anal sex is considered kinky, right?”
He nodded. “Most people think it is, yes.”
“Have you had anal sex with a woman before?”
He nodded again, and she chewed at her bottom lip. “Okay, well, let’s do that then.”
He studied her for a moment. “Do you actually want to have anal sex, Rosalie?”
“I want to learn to be kinky,” she said. “Anal sex is kinky.”
“Yes, but do you actually want my dick in your ass?” Whether it was the bluntness of his words, or the honest curiosity in his tone, she couldn’t help but tell him the truth.
“No. Not really.”
“Then we don’t do it. Find something else.”
She thought about arguing, but already knew Hudson well enough to know that he wouldn’t budge on his decision.
She scanned the list again, feeling a little hopeless and stupid when none of them appealed to her.
Face it, girl. You’re just not kinky. Never will be.
She was! She could be! She thought fiercely. She just needed to be brave and remember why she was doing this.
“Public sex,” she said. “I want to have sex in a public place.”
“Okay,” he said. “Any particular spot come to mind?”
She shook her head before giving him a shy look. “Do you have any ideas?”
He shrugged. “A public bathroom is the most cliché, I suppose.”
Her nose wrinkled. “They’re not very clean. I guess I could bring some disinfectant spray in my purse.”
He laughed. “Nothing sexier than a woman with disinfectant spray in her purse.”
She poked him in the side. “Quiet, you. You can’t blame me for wanting to protect my lady bits from gross things.”
He laughed again and kissed her neck. “Fair enough. Maybe we could have sex in the bathroom at the theatre.”
She gave him a horrified look. “There are always a ton of kids at the theatre. What if they heard us?”
“You’d just have to be very quiet.” He licked her collar bone and the familiar beat of lust started up in her belly.
“I think we’ve established that I’m not very good at being quiet when we’re having sex,” she moaned when his hand cupped her breast.
“You are rather loud when I make you come all over my face. Any complaints from the neighbours yet?” He asked.
She blushed and shook her head. “No, but I expect they’ll give me a written notice at the next condo board meeting.”
He grinned at her and rested his hand on her thigh as he stared at the list again. “So, we can try public sex, but it isn’t something we can do right this very minute. What about the dom/sub thing?”
“Um…” Shit, it was the first time that he had made a suggestion for kink, and she hated that she was going to shoot it down. “I’m sorry, but I’m just not into pain.”
He rubbed her thigh. “A dom/sub relationship doesn’t have to be about pain.”
“Doesn’t it?” She could hear the doubt in her voice. “I thought the, uh, dom told the sub what to do and if they didn’t do it, they were punished with a spanking or a flogging or something like that.”
“Not all punishment has to be spankings and floggings. Besides,” he gave her a devilish grin, “do what your dom tells you and there won’t be any punishment.”
“Are you – are you a dom?” She asked.
He shrugged. “I like being in control in the bedroom.”
Yes, she supposed she already knew that. She hadn’t been with him for all that long, but there were signs if she really looked for them. The bites he gave her when she didn’t obey him fast enough, the way he took charge when they had sex. Even when she was on top and riding him, there was no doubt that he was the one in control.
She took a deep breath. “Okay, we can try that then.”
He studied her for a few moments, then cupped her breast again. He kneaded it gently and kissed her neck before sucking on her earlobe. “I like your dress. It’s pretty.”
“Thank you.” If she didn’t get off his lap soon, she’d be leaving a wet mark on his jeans and he’d discover that she wasn’t wearing panties.
Tart.
Maybe, but after her shower this morning, there had been something freeing and a little naughty about going without panties. Not that she’d been planning on seducing Hudson in her kitchen, but now that she was sitting on his lap and she could feel the thick hardness of his cock against her ass…
She ground against his erection and he groaned before squeezing her knee and then pushing on her leg. “Open.”
She spread her legs for him immediately, and he slipped his hand under her dress to stroke her inner thighs. “You should wear a dress more often, little Rosie,” he said. “I like how easily I can…”
His fingers made contact with her bare pussy and she would have giggled at the look of surprise on his face, if she wasn’t already feeling a little desperate for him.
“No panties?” He raised his eyebrows at her.
“Thought I’d try something different,” she said. “You like?”
“Very much,” he growled as he stroked her wet pussy lips with the tips of his fingers. “But,” he gripped the back of her neck with his other hand and tilted her head back so he could nip her throat, “you don’t leave the house without wearing panties.”
“You’re not the – oh god, oh that feels so good - boss of me.” He’d slid one thick finger deep into her pussy and she squirmed on his lap as he added another finger.
He fucked her slowly with his fingers as he stared at her. “Your pussy is for me and only me, Rosie. The only time you go without panties is at home with me. Understand?”
“I do what I want,” she whispered unconvincingly. If this was what a dom/sub relationship was all about, she was definitely down for it. She was soaking wet and already close to coming just from Hudson’s fingers.
The bite at the base of her throat had healed completely over the last few days, and she cried out when Hudson bent his head and gave her a new bite mark. She cried out at the sharp but deliciously sweet pain, and her pussy squeezed around his fingers. He groaned and rubbed his dick against her ass as he licked away the trace of blood.
When he pulled his fingers out from her warmth, she moaned in disappointment and grabbed his arm. “Hudson, no.”
He rubbed her clit with the tips of his fingers. “Will you wear panties when you leave the house?”
“Probably.”
He gave her clit a soft pinch that, shamefully, almost made her come right there and then.
“Rosie,” he said.
She grinned at him and then bit at her bottom lip when he rubbed her clit again. Fuck, she was so damn close…just a little bit more…
“No!” She gave him a look of frustration when he stopped touching her.
“Your pussy is only for me, sweet Rosie. Say it.” He stroked her wet pussy lips as she squirmed on his lap.
“Touch me, please,” she begged.
He smiled at her and pressed a kiss against her mouth. “Say it, little Rosie.”
“Hudson!” She tried to move his hand by yanking on his wrist, but she couldn’t budge it.
He nipped her throat, and she moaned again before whispering, “It’s only for you.”
He gave her clit a quick rub. �
�What’s only for me?”
“My pussy.”
“That’s right.” He kissed her throat before pulling his hand out from under her dress. She watched with blank surprise as he pulled his shirt off and folded it into a square before dropping it on the floor between his feet.
She reached out and traced one of his flat nipples. He groaned and caught her hand, kissing the palm of it, before stroking her hip. “On your knees, Rosie.”
“But I -” she gave him a confused look, “I said it. Isn’t this the part where you make me come?”
He grinned at her. “But you required a lot of prompting to say it, didn’t you, honey?”
“Yeah, but I… Hudson, I want to come.”
“I know you do, but you have to wait.”
“I don’t want to wait,” she pouted.
“Then next time be a good girl and do what I say. On your knees.”
He tugged her off his lap and then pushed lightly on her shoulders. A little bewildered, she knelt on his folded-up shirt and stared up at him. “Hudson, what are you – oh…. oh!”
Her face turned bright red as she suddenly realized this was her punishment and why he had her on her knees. As Hudson smiled at her and unbuttoned his jeans, she wished that just once, she could be a sexy confident goddess who didn’t go red at the idea of giving a man a blow job.
“I’m not an expert at this or anything,” she said as he reached into his pants and tugged his – oh sweet merciful heaven – very erect cock out. Hudson groaned when she licked her bottom lip.
She gave him a nervous smile. “I’ll give it my all, but I just want you to know that I’ve only done this a few times before and, again, the guy had, like, an average size dick, so, I mean, I’m not sure that I can even get my mouth -”
“Rosie.” Hudson’s big hand cupped the back of her neck and, mercifully, it made her stop her stupid babbling. “No more talking, honey.”
His hand tugged, guiding her forward. “Suck.”
She slid her mouth around the wide head of his cock and sucked a bit tentatively. He groaned, his hand tightening on the back of her neck, and she sucked harder.
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