Hers

by Becca Jameson

  She could feel his throbbing cock as he filled the condom. Every pulse went with a jerk of his entire body.

  And then he shocked her by leaning to one side and dragging a hand down between their bodies to press his fingers against her clit. “Come again, baby. Now.”

  She flew with him, bucking upward, although she had no place to go. All she knew was the fullness of his cock and the black backs of her eyelids.

  Chapter Eleven

  Kayla smiled as she reached for her phone halfway through the morning on Monday. It may have been cheesy, but she’d given Gage his own text tone, so she knew it was him.

  How’s the front desk?

  Good.

  Swamped back here. Lunch?

  Yes.

  Noon.

  K.

  She set the phone aside, grinning at it like a teenager.

  Marci came in the front door from running an errand for the chief of police. She stopped at Kayla’s desk and cocked her head to one side. “You’re awfully happy today.”

  Kayla tried to rein in her smile. And failed. She shrugged instead.

  “I assume this has something to do with a certain K-9 trainer?”

  She shrugged again. “Maybe.”

  “Good. I’m so glad for you. It’s nice to see a light behind those beautiful green eyes of yours.”

  “Thanks, Marci.” Kayla dipped her head in embarrassment.

  “You deserve it, girl.” She tapped the desk and then went down the hall.

  Did she? Deserve it? Deep down she knew she did. The happiness anyway. It was her turn. She was due for some fairy dust in her life.

  But what about the chillingly haunting details of her past? Did she truly deserve to feel this close to a man while she never intended to divulge to him a word of what she’d been through? She couldn’t. She couldn’t ever begin to put those years into words. And she didn’t want to relive the memories or spend the rest of her life looking into the eyes of someone who felt pity for her.

  Whatever happened, being with Gage was invigorating. She was alive. It might not be fair to him, and that ate a hole in her under the happiness, but she’d warned him. The only way she would agree to this relationship was if he left her past right where it was, in the past. The second he started harping on her about it, she would bolt. And she meant it.

  Saturday had been the best day of her life. Sort of like what a honeymoon should feel like. Gage had dominated her in his gentle way for twenty-four solid hours, barely letting her sleep even during the night. And he did it with kind, gentle words of encouragement. He hadn’t spanked her once. Nor had he restrained her and tortured her into submission.

  And still, he’d been on top the entire weekend. She rode an endorphin high for so many hours, she was still waiting for the crash. But it never came.

  The only mar on the weekend with Gage was when he dropped her off at home Sunday afternoon, telling her he had some things to do. For some reason, his actions smarted. Just enough to make her wince. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but a piece of her wondered what was so pressing and vague.

  She shook off her doubts, telling herself she was being ridiculous and overreacting. After all, they’d only been dating for two weeks. He wasn’t required to tell her every detail of his life. Still, the niggling sensation hovered in her brain. Something about the way he spoke sounded off. Or perhaps she read too much into it.

  After Gage left her at home, she finally faced the pile of mail on her table, specifically the dreaded monthly envelope stuffed under everything. She picked it up and flipped it over. What if she ignored it? She shivered, knowing she had no option but to face the contents as usual. This was her life now. It would never change. Nevertheless, she stuffed the envelope back on the bottom of the stack and left it to deal with another day. She couldn’t stand to dampen her excitement about Gage by opening that piece of shit.

  Besides, she didn’t need to open the envelope to know what was inside and deal with the damage. She stopped opening the damn things a long time ago.

  She’d totally forgotten the envelope on her dining room table. That’s how consumed she was with thoughts of Gage. And now it was Monday, and she passed the morning hours working steadily, which kept her mind from wandering too often. At noon, a wet nose landed on her leg. She turned to scratch Thor’s head and leaned over to hug him against her body. “Hey, buddy.”

  “It’s always all about the dog. Thor. Thor. Thor. Nobody ever greets me first anymore.” Gage’s voice was teasing, and Kayla lifted her face to grin at him while hugging his dog to her chest.

  “What do you expect when you take a chick magnet with you everywhere you go?”

  “You got an hour?” He leaned over her desk.

  “Yeah.”

  “Let’s go then.” He clicked his tongue at Thor, who quickly ran to his side, amazing Kayla. No matter how much Gage grumbled about the attention everyone lavished on his dog, Gage himself was still top dog, literally.

  Kayla rounded the desk, and Gage set a possessive hand on the small of her back as he led her out the door. Instead of heading to one of the restaurants on the street, he made his way toward his car.

  “Where’re we going?”

  He smiled and winked as he settled her in the front seat and shut the door.

  Happy tingles climbed up her arms. She had learned to let the man keep his secrets when it came to dominating her. The results were always beyond her dreams.

  Five minutes later they pulled up to his house, and Thor bounded to the front door before them. The dog was probably excited, thinking he’d gotten a half day off work.

  As soon as they were inside and Gage shut the front door, Kayla asked, “Are we eating lunch at home today?”

  “Oh, yeah.” He turned toward her, backed her into the door, and reached for the buttons on her blouse. His lips landed on hers as he pushed each disk through its hole, picking up speed as he went.

  Kayla stopped thinking of anything beyond his hands, his knuckles brushing against her breasts, his knee pressing her legs apart, his mouth destroying her with that kiss. She grabbed his waist with both hands, but he tugged her shirt off, forcing her to release him.

  He stepped back then, leaving her heaving for a breath as he stopped touching her.

  A shiver raced down her body.

  Gage reached out with one finger and traced the upper edge of her lace bra, the best one she owned.

  She lifted an arm, and he gently grabbed her wrist and put it back at her side. “Stay still,” he murmured. His finger dipped into her bra and flicked her nipple.

  Kayla arched into him on a moan.

  “So responsive. I love that about you, baby.” He switched to the other breast, repeating his actions. And then both his hands went to the front of her skirt and slid around to the back to pop the button and lower the zipper.

  The skirt fell to the ground, leaving her in the matching thong and bra.

  “Love this pale pink on you.” He leaned back again, his gaze roaming down her body, reverently, while she attempted to keep from moaning, her mouth pursed shut. “Spread your legs wider, baby.”

  She stepped out, glad she’d worn sandals today. In heels, she would have been less stable.

  Gage lifted both hands and tugged the lace of her bra down so her nipples were pushed up and out, awkwardly squeezed. He cradled both and dipped his head to suck first one and then the other bud into his mouth.

  Kayla grabbed his head and held tight.

  He stopped, tipping his gaze to hers. “Hands at your sides, baby.” He righted himself and left her to walk across the room. “Come here.”

  Kayla followed, her steps wobbly, her uncertainty growing. She stopped several feet from him.

  “Lean over the coffee table, Kayla. Hands planted flat. Legs straight and separated.”

  She paused a moment and then shuffled closer to the table. Was he mad? He didn’t seem angry. His tone was even, but commanding. No vein of disapproval bulged in
his head. No hand twitched at his side. His eyes weren’t large and fierce. The only way she knew he was dominating her were his words.

  “Do it, baby.” He pointed at the table.

  She decided to obey, but her heart beat faster.

  Gage sat on the couch and leaned back. She could see him between her legs as she lowered her face. He sat casually behind her ass, staring at her. Finally he sighed. “I want you to listen to me closely.” His demeanor seemed foreboding. She’d never seen him disappointed. And that’s how she would describe his stance.

  “Yes, Sir.” She wasn’t sure she spoke loud enough for him to hear.

  “Here’s what I know, Kayla.”

  Fuck. What does he know? She didn’t like this already.

  “I know that some jackass royally fucked you over. I know that he beat you hard enough to scare the shit out of you. It’s surprising you don’t have scars.”

  She sucked in a sharp breath. How did he know all this? And Jesus, he was spot on about the scars. She’d been shocked a few times herself. Especially when Simon drew blood.

  “Relax. It’s not that I’ve unearthed your deepest secrets behind your back. I’m just observant.”

  “Yes, Sir.” That was an understatement.

  “I know that he restrained you when he beat you.”

  She flinched.

  “I know that because of that, I’ll never lay a hand on you again.” He paused for a long time.

  She controlled her breathing, acutely aware of the change in her stance as her shoulders slumped. She let out a long exhale, unaware until that moment how much those words meant to her. Unaware, in fact, that she didn’t want to be struck again. Believing until he uttered that important sentence, they had been working up to such a scene. Actually certain he had been about to strike her now.

  “Kayla.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “You were abused.”

  She hesitated, drawing her slack shoulders up higher once again. And then she chose not to respond. It wasn’t necessary really.

  “No one can ever hit you again. The damage is too severe. It will bring back memories you don’t want to picture with another Dom.”

  God, the man was psychic, and brilliant in his assessment.

  “Here’s the problem with that.”

  Shit.

  “I’m a strong Dom. I’ve always enjoyed having a sub give herself over to me in such a way, trusting me to pinken her flesh to just the right temperature. I can’t do that with you.”

  Was he going to break this off? Before it had barely started? Her face flushed, heat rising to match the pink he preferred to see on his submissives’ asses. She couldn’t give him that. He needed it. Why, then, did he insist on telling her all this while she displayed herself almost naked and so open and vulnerable?

  “So, I need a different approach. I’ve thought a lot about this. I did some research last night after I got home. I’ve decided, for as much as you need release that doesn’t come from being struck by anything, I need to dominate you in a way that doesn’t come from striking you.”

  What was he suggesting? Quick shallow breaths while she processed his words.

  He set his feet firmly on the ground and leaned his elbows on his knees.

  She couldn’t see his face, but between her legs she could make out at least his stance.

  “When we’re in the role, I need your obedience so you can come quick and easily from my words. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice cracked.

  “So, how am I going to attain that goal without spanking you?”

  “I… I don’t know, Sir.”

  He stood. He circled around her.

  She could feel his gaze everywhere. Her nipples, having slipped back behind the lace, abraded against the material. Her pussy dampened her thong. She curled her toes under, anything to abate the pressure building inside.

  “What do you want most from me, Kayla?” His tone was gentle, and he set a finger on her spine and traced it up to her neck.

  She dipped her back under his touch. “Ummm. I’m not sure, Sir.” She couldn’t grasp his meaning.

  “Really?” He stepped between her legs and flattened his cock to her ass, the bulge, even through his cargo pants, making her lick her lips. His hand reached around her waist, and he swiped his fingers through her folds. “No idea?” He plunged two fingers into her without pausing.

  Kayla moaned. Oh, yes. She knew.

  The fingers disappeared. “Need more suggestions?”

  “No, Sir.” She shook her head.

  “What do you need most from me?”

  “Release.”

  “From spanking?”

  “No. From orgasm, Sir.”

  “Uh huh.” This time he lightly palmed her hips and caressed his fingers up her body until he held her breasts, cupping them where they swayed. He pinched both nipples at once. “So, what if I were to do this?” He pinched harder and then released them.

  Kayla moaned, swaying forward in an effort to retrieve his touch, just out of reach.

  “Frustrating, huh?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She couldn’t think of anything but the need for him to continue. She actually ached for more of whatever he would give her.

  Instead, damn him, he stepped away, circled her again. Leaned in to her ear without actually making contact. His breath hit her warm and moist as he whispered, “What do you need?”

  “To come, Sir.” She spoke definitively that time.

  “I see. Who decides if you come or not?”

  “You do, Sir.”

  “And what happens if you can’t obey me, Kayla?”

  Her head shot up. She couldn’t stop herself from meeting his gaze. Her mouth hung open. No words came out.

  Gage smiled. “I think you’re catching on to the new plan, baby.”

  Oh God. They’d spent so much time together over the past few weeks. They had sex all over his house for two days. No, they made love. Right? Like a boyfriend and girlfriend. Except with some bossiness. And some dominance that curled her toes and made her long for more.

  Gage sat on the coffee table, inches from her face so they met eye to eye. “So, here’s the plan. You obey me, or you don’t come.” He smiled. “When we’re in the role,” he added.

  She gasped. She knew that was what he would say. He made it clear with his one-way chat, but saying it out loud like that was…totally fucking hot, sexy, and arousing. And annoying.

  He continued to smile. “Deal?” He raised an eyebrow. “Gives me the sense of dominance. Gives you the sense of submission. Win win.”

  She swallowed and slowly nodded.

  Gage stood.

  Kayla didn’t move, except to lower her head back to the table. He hadn’t suggested she should.

  “Take your bra and panties off, baby.” He circled behind her.

  Kayla stood and followed his instructions. He’d left her so needy, and the feeling lingered as a hard knot in the pit of her stomach. When she popped the front clasp on her bra, she turned toward him. Next, she dipped her fingers into her panties and lowered them also, stepping out of them and leaving them on the floor at her feet.

  “Lie on the coffee table, baby. On your back, legs spread wide.”

  She did so, the coolness of the top of the table shocking her warm skin. As she let her knees fall open, she watched his face.

  “Masturbate for me, Kayla.”

  She stiffened, gripping her thighs with both hands. She rarely masturbated alone. And she’d never done so for someone else—except in the car the other night, and that time she hadn’t been permitted to finish. She almost cringed, fighting an image of Simon hovering over her. He never gave a flying fuck about her needs. Not a chance in hell he would have cared to watch her masturbate.

  “Stroke your fingers through your pussy, baby.” He stood at the end of the table, watching her.

  She didn’t miss the fact she was naked and he was fully clothed. She glanced at his coc
k, stiff inside his pants.

  “This isn’t about me this time. It’s about you.” He kneeled on the floor between her thighs, his face so much closer to her sex. “Masturbate,” he commanded again.

  Her fingers shook as she lowered them to her pussy. He’s crazy. This is so not going to work. The pressure to perform alone would kill any arousal she brought to the table, literally. But she was shocked by the first touch to her pussy, flinching as her fingers spread her lower lips and dipped between them. Oh my God.

  She actually moaned as she reached inside, gathering her wetness and spreading it wantonly around the entrance.

  “That’s my girl. See? Not hard at all.” Gage grabbed her thighs and held them farther open, close to her knees. “Use both hands. I’ve got you.”

  Kayla’s eyes closed as she tipped her head back. His commands were so fucking hot. She never would have believed she could arouse herself so thoroughly in front of someone. Emboldened, she used one hand to lift the hood off her clit and the other to stroke it, her arousal lubricating everywhere she touched.

  “Kayla, that’s so sexy.” His voice was deeper, softer.

  She flicked faster, her clit swelling beneath her touch, begging for release. She was so aroused before touching herself, it only took a few minutes for her ardor to rise higher than before. So close…

  “Stop.”

  She froze. What?

  “Remove your fingers. Look at me.”

  Kayla dipped her chin, widening her gaze. “Sir?” She breathed heavily.

  “How do you feel, baby?” He caressed her inner thighs as he spoke, not reaching anywhere close to her sex.

  “So close,” she croaked. “Please, Sir.”

  “Who controls your orgasms?”

  “You do, Sir.” She gulped.

  “Do you feel dominated right now?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Hell, yes.

  “Do you need me to spank you?”

  She furrowed her brow. “No, Sir.” She shook her head.

  “How about a flogging. Do you need that to get off?”

  “No, Sir,” she whispered.