by Lexi Blake
“You’re mean.” She breathed the words out, but he could see the twinkle in her eye. “So I’m supposed to lay here? For how long?”
She didn’t realize how mean he could be. His hands went to the button of his fly and he shoved down his jeans and boxers. His girl was right about denim being hell on a person’s undercarriage. She was going to have to switch to skirts from now on. “You’ll have something to do. I wouldn’t want you to be bored.”
With a sigh of relief, he unleashed his dick. He was rock hard and wanting, but he was so close to getting some relief. He hadn’t dated since the day he’d met her, hadn’t wanted another woman, so it had been a long dry spell for him.
Her eyes widened. “Wow. That is probably way bigger than the plug thingee, Eric.”
He stroked himself, satisfied with the way her breathing had picked up. “Yes, but you’ll be ready for it. Would I hurt you?”
He hoped she at least understood that much.
“No, you wouldn’t mean to.” Her hands curled over the sides of the bench. “I’m going to win this game, Sir. Do I get a prize?”
His balls were already drawn up against his body. He wasn’t sure she needed to do anything but turn that sultry voice on him to get him to go off like a rocket. He definitely needed a good recipe with a ton of ingredients to get through this. Something complex, with spice and substance, rather like the woman herself. “Lick the head. I want to feel your tongue on me. Be careful though. Any movement of your pretty ass could make that condom fall, and you don’t want your Dom to have to pick it up.”
“No. I don’t want to start all over again,” she said, her eyes on his cock. “I want to win.”
He hated that she turned it into a competition, but he needed time to make her see that while this was a game, she would always win. Life hadn’t taught her that lesson. He was going to have to be patient, but thank god at least the waiting to have her would be over soon.
Then he felt the warmth of her tongue drag across his cock, and he wasn’t thinking about anything else.
Except how to stop himself from coming like a fifteen-year-old virgin. Deena sucked the head of his cock into her mouth and then he was desperate to find something else to think about other than how fucking good that felt.
He could go classic. Pâté de Canard en Croûte. It was a recipe made famous by Julia Child that every chef had to figure out at some point in time or another.
She whirled her tongue around his cock as she managed to take him deeper without shifting her backside. She was determined and obviously willing to do whatever it took to win this particular game.
Five pound duck. Half a teaspoon of salt. An eighth of pepper. She found the slit in his cockhead and ran the tip of her tongue over it. Pinch of allspice. Two tablespoons Cognac. His cock was straining as she worked her mouth over and around.
Later, he would be able to take his time. He would learn her body better than he knew his own. He would thrust in and out of her mouth until she couldn’t handle it anymore, and then and only then would he give in and take her pussy.
Two tablespoons of port. What else? He couldn’t think of it, couldn’t think of anything else. If he didn’t pull out of her hot mouth, he was going to fill her and he wasn’t through yet.
“Stop.” He pulled out, tugging lightly on her hair.
Her lips curled up like the cat who’d managed to get all the cream. That condom hadn’t moved. Not a centimeter. He groaned as he ripped the package open and managed to get the damn thing on his cock. He wasn’t playing it cool, wasn’t being the Dom he wanted to be, but there was nothing else to do now. He wasn’t about to step away and leave her aching. It wasn’t in him.
He moved in behind her, gently lifting her hips so he could line himself up before wetting his cock in the slick moisture of her pussy. If anything, she’d gotten hotter than she’d been before. His girl seemed to enjoy the game they’d played. Or perhaps what she enjoyed was his undivided attention and appreciation.
“Yes, baby, I can’t wait a second longer to have you. I tried every mental trick I know to put it off, but your mouth felt too good to resist.” Her husband obviously hadn’t given her enough love. She didn’t understand her own value. Deena had no idea how sexy and amazing she was. He could fix that. He wouldn’t ever get tired of telling her how beautiful she was. “I’m not going to last. I want you too much.”
She settled against the bench. “It’s okay. I’ve had fun.”
Did she think he was going to take what he wanted and give her nothing back? “Oh, fun is not all you’re going to have.”
He pressed in, her tight clasp nearly unmanning him, but now he had a challenge to face. She wasn’t getting off this bench until she’d screamed out his name. By the time he was done, she would know exactly how much he could offer her.
She was tight, but he was ruthless. Pressing in, he could feel not only how hard her pussy clamped down on him, but also the crazy drag of the plug against his cock.
“I’m so full. I almost can’t stand it. Almost,” she said, her chest moving as she dragged air into her lungs. Her hands were fisted on the handles.
“You can take it. You can take every inch of me.” He pulled on her hips, forcing another inch in. He angled up, not able to take his eyes off the place where his cock was sinking in, joining them for the first time. “You were built to take me.”
He let his right hand slip around to find her clitoris. The plump button was slick and ready.
Deena gasped, her body bucking under him.
Neither one of them was going to last, but that was all right. This was only the first time. There would be so much more. He still had weeks to show her how good they could be together. Quick and hard or slow and easy, they would make love in every way possible until she couldn’t imagine not being with him.
He thrust in and pulled back out, finding a rhythm. He pounded into her, absolutely certain she was with him. Her back bowed as she tried to thrust back, fight for her own pleasure.
“Eric, I don’t…” She seemed to have forgotten to call him Sir, but he reveled in it. In the quiet moments, the most intimate ones, he wanted to be Eric, her lover, her protector, someday so much more.
“Let it happen. Let go, baby. I’ll catch you.” He pressed down on her clit as he stroked inside. “This is the way it’s supposed to be between us. This is what happens when it’s right.”
She screamed out his name and he let go, bucking into her, giving up everything he had. The orgasm washed over him like a wave crashing and he rode it. His body came alive, pumping into her.
Finally, when he had nothing left to give, he stopped, putting a hand on her back. He could feel her trembling in the aftermath. “Are you all right, baby?”
“I’m…I’m good. It’s fine.” She was quiet and he could almost see her withdrawing.
Too much. Too much emotion. Too much connection. If he pushed her too hard, he would lose her.
It was time to play the bad boy again. He bent over and kissed the small of her back, one last affection before he too withdrew.
When he stood up again, he smacked her ass hard enough to jar that plug inside her and make her jangly and achy all over again.
“You did well, but don’t forget for a second that I was in control. I won’t be so easy on you next time.” He slid the condom off, tied it and threw it away before washing his hands again. He had a brisket to serve. Cooking and sex. His two favorite things and all in one night. He intended it to be routine after tonight.
“My bottom is sore and there’s a plug in it, so I wouldn’t say you were so easy, Sir.” The sass was back in her voice.
He would let her hide for a little while longer. “Wash up and get dressed then come downstairs. You’ll be by my side for the rest of the evening.”
Her head came up, a frown on that pretty face as he tugged his shirt over his head and slipped into his boots. “Uhm, shouldn’t you help me up and treat me like a princess?”
“Eric, how am I supposed to get off this thing without losing the plug?”
Yeah, he totally had a sadistic side. He patted her pretty ass. “You’re a smart girl. I have faith in you. Five minutes, Deena, or I’ll send someone up to get you. And never, ever forget that I can be a bad boy and a good man.”
“You’re not being a very good man right now,” she groused.
He couldn’t help the grin that came over his face. “You never know what you’ll get, baby. See you in a few.”
As he closed the door, he could have sworn he heard her laughing.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Eric stared out the front window of his truck. His pretty sub was a definite distraction, but Dallas traffic required all of his attention. “I said it’s puppy play night.”
Deena turned in her seat. He’d come to think of it as hers since she spent so much time in it. Way more time than anyone else had ever spent. He picked her up and drove her home every day from work and then again to the club during training classes. Often he would come inside and work the plug into her backside before taking her hard and fast.
They still hadn’t done it in a damn bed. She seemed to like the fervent, D/s oriented sex. He was getting too old to fuck standing up. He wanted more. He wanted to get her in bed and take his time, getting his mouth on her. Yeah, he hadn’t done that yet, either. Every time they started moving toward serious intimacy, she would pull away and he would end up going home frustrated as hell.
“I’m not sure about puppy play night,” she said.
“Really? Because you put it down as something you were interested in.” He hadn’t mentioned it to her because she’d marked it on her contract, checking the yes box with the same blue check she’d used on bondage, suspension play, and impact play.
She crossed her arms over her chest, staring out the front window as he inched forward. Silence came from her side of the car.
“Baby, did you think you would literally be playing with puppies?” She’d been a newbie coming into the training program, all of her knowledge having come from books she’d read, and not nonfiction. Though she’d been given a list of nonfiction to read, now he wondered if she’d bothered or thought that Amber Rose’s romance novels covered it all. They apparently hadn’t covered puppy play, which did not involve actual puppies. Or she was freakier than he’d ever imagined. “Baby, you didn’t think we were going to do something sexual with small dogs. Please tell me that’s not true.”
They were stopped on the freeway, so he managed to get a glimpse of her flushing.
“Don’t be nasty. I never thought that. I hadn’t heard of it before the class and it sounded like it would be fun. I thought maybe it was like a bonding experience for subs. Now that someone explained it to me it sounds weird, and I am not peeing on a fire hydrant for you.”
He burst into laughter at the very thought. She always went to the extreme. It was one of the things he’d discovered about her over the weeks they’d been together. She found humor in taking something to its odd limit. “I was never going to make you urinate on a fire hydrant. I got you a kitty litter box.”
Her outraged gasp filled his soul with joy. “Eric!”
The traffic eased and he let off the brake. They had another ten or fifteen minutes until they got to the club. He could convince her. “Baby, that would fall under water sport and we agreed not to do that. Relax. It’s nothing more than a little fun role-play.”
“I’m not sure how pretending to be a puppy is going to be fun,” she groused. “Getting to play with a bunch of puppies, now that would be fun.”
“I’ll try to arrange that for you.” Maybe for her birthday. Certainly there had to be a place where he could rent puppies. Maybe. Her birthday was a couple of months away. He had some time. But he only had another couple of minutes to convince her to play his pet for the night. He’d been looking forward to it all week long. “But for tonight all you have to do is follow my lead and everything will be all right.”
She frowned his way. “Will I have to crawl around?”
“I think you’ll likely be a lap puppy.” He wouldn’t want her very far away. He’d gotten used to having her on his lap most of the time when they were in the club. “You might sit at my feet, but I promise I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to. Have I ever done that?”
“Well, I wasn’t thrilled about the plug.” She leaned against her side of the truck, her head resting pensively against the glass of the window. Her eyes stared out ahead, but he knew the expression. She got it when she was thinking too much, when she felt too much. “No, you haven’t. It’ll be fine. I’m sure I’ll enjoy it.”
Something was off with her. He’d noticed it when he’d picked her up. No plug for her tonight since she likely would end up in some odd positions. At first he’d wondered if she seemed off because he’d changed their routine. Now he wondered. “We don’t have to play at all tonight if you don’t want to.”
She gave him a half smile. “I can handle puppy play, Eric. Most of the BDSM stuff is weird at first and then I enjoy it. It’s opened me to a lot of new experiences.” She was quiet for a moment. “I’m enjoying myself. I don’t think I would be if you weren’t my Dom.”
And that scared her. He wasn’t a fool. “Well, I am. You’re doing very well. I think you’ll breeze through the rest of the class.”
She was suddenly interested in the view outside again. “I hope so. I’ve got a lot of changes coming up in my life. More than one graduation.”
He was well aware that she was going to graduate from college soon. He’d been looking into presents for his smart, hard-working sub. “Are you excited about it? You’ve worked very hard. Not many people can get through college in four years while working a full-time job. You should be very proud of yourself.”
She slid him a long look. “It was four and a half years, but who’s counting? And I haven’t graduated yet. It’s going to be odd to not go to school every day. It’s been a very long while since I had anything vaguely resembling free time.”
“Have you thought about taking some time for yourself?” He wondered if she would take a trip or do something to celebrate.
She shook her head. “No.” She was quiet for a moment. “There’s something I haven’t told you.”
He took the exit and turned right, his gut knotting. He didn’t like the tone of her voice, the sadness he heard behind it. “What is it? Deena, you can tell me anything. I would rather know.”
“I have a job lined up in Fort Worth.”
He breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that. Did he think she could tell Tiffany and Ally something and not have it get all around the restaurant? “Of course you do. I didn’t think you would stay working as a waitress after you finished college. It’s kind of the point of finishing college. No one expected you to stay on at Top.”
“Oh.” Her shoulders dropped as though that wasn’t the response she’d been expecting.
It was these moments that gave him hope. She didn’t like the fact that he wasn’t flipping out over the idea of her leaving. He had some news of his own. “I’m leaving Top, too.”
“What?” She turned fully in her seat as he pulled up to the gate and put in his access code. “You can’t leave Top. You’re the sous chef. Oh my god, is this because you had that drink with Tim Love?”
It was not freaking disloyal to have a damn Scotch with another chef. “No. I’m opening a franchise of Top in Fort Worth. I already found a space right off Sundance Square. I’d really like for you to take a look at it with me this weekend.”
He eased through the gated entrance. Before Eric had joined the club there had been some douchebag who had blown up the first building. Big Tag took no chances now. The entryway was closed with a super heavy gate that it would likely take a tank to get through, and Eric wouldn’t be surprised if there were snipers watching him right now. From what he’d heard, the newbies at McKay-Taggart had their own crap jobs to do before being deemed fit for the field, and one of them was working security for Sanctum.
“Are you serious?” Deena got the goofiest grin on her face. “You’re opening your own place?”
A little thrill went through him every time he thought about it. His place. It could be her place, too, though she wouldn’t be waiting tables. “I’m basically going into business with the Taggarts, but it’s going to be mine.”
She was quiet for a moment, her hands in her lap as he pulled into his parking space. He got out of the car but she stayed inside. Another thing he’d trained her to do. He opened her door and helped her down since his truck was a bit oversized and he didn’t want her to twist her ankle jumping out of it. That was a bit of a lie. He simply wanted that moment when she was in his arms, that second when she held on to him for support before finding her footing.
He opened the door and suddenly he was the one trying not to fall. She launched herself at him, her arms and legs winding around him.
“I’m so happy for you!” She let out a squeal and kissed him as she held on. “You’re going to be Chef!”
He held on to her, loving the way she felt in his arms. “It’s still a franchise and I have to run the big things by Sean. He and Big Tag are helping finance me. It’s going to be a while before I’m all on my own.”
“I’m so proud of you,” she whispered in his ear. “You deserve it, Eric. You’re an amazing chef and you’re going to be an awesome boss.” She kissed him again, this time on the cheek. “But you should hire a business manager because you suck at math.”
He eased her down, not letting go even when she was steady. “I suck at math?”
She chuckled but wouldn’t back down. “You do. Oh, you can do all the fractions you like, but I’ve seen you try to balance a checkbook and you get angry at it.”
“The banks deliberately make that confusing.” He defended himself even though he knew she was right.
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