“So?” I tried again, only now I was brushing my fingers gently across where I had struck her, edging them closer and closer to her wet opening. “What’s your favorite way to come? A tongue flicking your clit?” I brushed my fingertip over her bundle of nerves to emphasize the question and her back arched into my touch, begging for more without uttering a single word. “Fingers in your pussy?” I slid my fingers down, brushing against her saturated folds. “Or maybe in your ass?” With a quick movement, I had my fingers pressed against her tight rosebud ass, before pulling my hands back entirely. “Or do you come with a giant cock driving in and out of you?”
She shifted her weight, a subtle movement, and with it she spread her legs wider. Opening herself to me. An offering, much in the same way she had offered her lips for a kiss at the beginning of the night. “I—”
Nope. She took too long to answer. I struck her hard, landing directly on her wet opening. She was ready for it. Her knees braced, hamstrings tight with her stance. If I wasn’t mistaken, it looked like she even leaned into my palm. Which was more than a little fucking hot.
“Ash, please,” she cried, her voice strangled, a mix of desire and intense need.
“Answer me, sweet girl.”
“I’m trying.”
“Not hard enough.” Four more hits, harder than before, each one punctuating every other word in the sentence. “What is… your favorite… way to … come.”
My palm stung by the time I was done with the sentence and her ass was a luscious shade of pink. My cock strained toward her, aching for release.
“I love coming around a cock, especially if he is touching my clit while he fucks me.” She shouted, her body convulsing, literally trembling with need before me. Yes. Fuck, yes.
“What position is your favorite?”
“I like them all.”
Bullshit. Everyone had a favorite. “Not good enough. There has to be one you like more than the others.”
The only way I knew she was shaking her head was by the sweep of her hair across her back with the movement. “I swear. It depends on my mood, but I like them all.”
I snorted. “You like them all?” There was no way she had tried them all. I hadn’t even tried some of the trickier positions. “And what all would those be?”
“Missionary, Me on top, reverse cowgirl, doggie style…” she faded off, her fingers curved on the table, and I could see the pads of her fingertips digging into the shellacked wood grain.
“And you think that’s trying them all?” I tried to stifle my chuckle, I swear I did.
Her muscles stiffened in front of me. “Don’t laugh at me,” she whispered, and stood up from the table.
Oh, shit. Oh, no. I had insulted her. I was fucking this up royally. Brie had been such a better teacher than I ever was. Be kind to her, Brie’s voice echoed in my mind.
I lurched forward, wrapping my arms around her, squeezing her tight to my body. My cock pressed against the bare flesh of her ass, the denim of my jeans coarse and uncomfortable. “No, sweet girl. I wasn’t laughing at you.”
“Yes, you were. You were laughing at my inexperience.”
I hugged her tighter, turning her to face me. This wasn’t the time for a punishment. Yes, she had removed her hands from the table without permission. She had stood without being released and without the use of her safeword. But she needed comfort. Scooping my hands into her hair, I tipped her face up to mine. Her eyes were wet and wide, magnified from behind her glasses. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I can see why it looked that way. I was laughing because you’re so fucking cute, I can’t stand it.”
She swallowed, her eyebrows tightening at the center between her eyes. “Have you ever done this before?”
Done… this? “I thought I’d made it pretty clear that I’m no newbie at the Dominant game.”
She shook her head. “No, not that,” she said, rolling her eyes. “This. A scene with someone who’s never been in the lifestyle before.”
I inhaled sharply. “No. I’ve never trained a new sub before,” I answered honestly. “I’ve been with women who were newer to the lifestyle and still had a lot to learn. And I still have sex with women who aren’t subs at all. But I’ve never introduced a sub or trained her into this lifestyle myself.”
“So, we’re both venturing out of our comfort zone.”
More than you know, Lucy. More than you fucking know. Something in my face must have revealed that because her mouth turned down at the corners. And even though she was frowning, she was still so fucking gorgeous. A hauntingly beautiful sadness that left me feeling gutted.
“Why me?” she asked, her voice a whisper.
I searched her eyes, though I had no idea what it was I was looking for. “I think the more appropriate question is, Why would I choose anyone else but you?”
Her hair was soft around my fingers, silky like the sexy panties she wore. I tugged those strands tighter, pulling her mouth to mine. I was a demanding motherfucker and I knew it, my kisses were nothing less. My tongue slid between her parted lips, coaxing her to open up to me in more ways than one.
Sliding my hands down from her hair, I grasped her back until I had my arms wrapped around her waist, and hauled her flush against my body, fully aware of how naked she was from the waist down. I needed her entirely naked, though. Naked and pressed against me. I needed those breasts in my hands, in my mouth, her nipples hard and pebbled beneath my tongue.
Grasping the hem of her shirt, I tugged it over her head, pulling back to admire her. God, she was stunning. Just as she was. Even with her glasses askew and her hair staticky from the shirt. She had put on a little makeup tonight, I noticed, and it stood out as a drastic difference to her typically bare, clean face. I liked her both ways. I loved the way she looked tonight with a little eye makeup accentuating her brown eyes and the little bit of gloss that had long since been rubbed off her lips. But she was also just as beautiful with zero makeup.
I circled my thumbs over the lacy, turquoise bra and her hands flew to my shoulders, squeezing, bracing on me with deft fingers. Every single nerve ending ignited to fire, coming to life with the feeling of her leaning on me. It hit something soft and gooey in my core that I desperately wanted to ignore. It was agony.
Sweet, delicious agony that hit me in all the right places. I loved that pain. I deserved it. I loved keeping it alive and a part of me. Which was probably one of the many reasons I enjoyed inflicting pain on others so fucking much.
Yep, that right there. That was exactly what I didn’t want to explore. I wanted to fuck. Forget myself inside of Lucy. Focus on her. Bending, I wrapped my mouth over her nipple, sucking her right through the silky material of her bra. A grunt escaped from her as she tossed her head back and I tugged at the cups of her bra, her breasts spilling out.
I kissed my way up her neck, pausing briefly at her mouth before traveling back down to her other nipple, this one bare against my tongue. It was my turn to moan as I took her breast into my mouth, suckling and nibbling at her tight, textured nipple.
“You’re so fucking responsive,” I said, forcing myself to pull back from her body. With a quick flick of my fingers, I had her bra undone and tossed on the floor beside the rest of her clothes.
I could get lost in her. Spend an entire day devouring and tasting the various parts of her body. Exploring her flesh. My breath was ragged as I stared at her gorgeous, naked body.
But she wiggled under my gaze, brushing her palm over her goose pebbled flesh and shifting nervously from one foot to the other. “Stop,” I breathed. “Stop fidgeting. You are gorgeous.”
“I would feel better if you were naked, too.”
I pulled a sharp breath into my lungs, my cock lurching. “Would you like that?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her gaze dipping to the growing bulge in my pants.
Well, fuck me. My eyes shifted to the table where the discarded food and contracts sat and I groaned. The contracts. Shit. I was fucking everything up. Nothing was s
upposed to happen until we went over those stupid contracts. Discussed all our limits—soft, hard and everything in between. What the hell was it about Lucy that made following the rules so hard? My rules, her rules… it was impossible. She tipped my world on an axis that I wasn’t ready for, and had no idea how to get it right side up again.
“What?” Lucy moved her arm across her ample breasts, barely able to cover herself. Her breasts full and heavy, her nipples tight and pink and calling for more attention.
“I just moved us into a physical relationship when we haven’t even finished talking about the contracts. We literally discussed one aspect of it before I couldn’t help myself, and tore your clothes off.”
She lifted a brow. “Well, I wouldn’t say you tore my clothes off. It was more of a slow shedding.”
“The bottom line is that we need to finish with the contracts first. I’m setting a terrible example of how a Dom is supposed to prep a scene.”
“Did this happen with other submissives…?” she let the question trail off. “Not that I’m a submissive. I mean, not really. Not officially.”
I smiled. I couldn’t help it… she was so goddamn cute. This habit she had of rambling when she got nervous was so fucking endearing, something in my gut squeezed with the nervous way she adjusted her glasses.
My poor, sweet girl. She was so uncomfortable. No matter what we did next, I needed to make her feel safer. More comfortable. And that either entailed letting her get dressed and cover herself up... or…
I tugged my shirt overhead and shoved my pants down to the floor, ignoring Lucy’s sexy little gasp. I stood there only in my black boxer briefs, my breathing just as heavy as hers.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Getting undressed. I don’t want you putting clothes back on… and you don’t want to be the only one naked. So…”
Her eyes drifted down to my cock, harder than a fucking steel pipe and pushing against the high thread count cotton of my boxer briefs. “Oh…” she said in a gushing breath.
“That seems to be your favorite word tonight.”
She swallowed. “I don’t really know what else to say.”
“Say yes.” My voice was low and husky, graveled with need, as I tugged at the elastic of my boxer briefs, awaiting her consent.
“Yes,” she whispered, her eyes locked on my sheathed dick.
Thank God. I shoved the boxer briefs down to the floor, my cock springing free from within the cotton shackles. I was thick and veined and practically pulsing to be inside of her. “So what do you say we finish these contracts?”
Her eyes didn’t stray from my cock and it took several long moments before she shook her head, looking up at me. “Huh?”
My smirk twitched higher. “I said, let’s finish discussing these contracts.”
“Like this?” she squeaked.
“If you think you can stop staring,” I challenged. She responded just as I thought she would from the limited experience I’d had with her. Her shoulders rolled back, her spine stiffening as she stood straighter—not backing down, but rising to the challenge.
“You’re one to talk,” she said, then spun around, yanking her chair out and sat back down, gathering the contracts in hand. “Well? Let’s do this so we can fuck already.”
Chapter Thirteen
Lucy
Holy shit. That was one perfect cock, if I’d ever seen one. Granted, I didn’t have a huge frame of reference for cock comparisons, but as far as I knew… this was a good one. Thick and long and a single vein on the underside, trailing toward a plump, velvety head.
And now I was expected to focus on these contracts? Seriously? At this point, with my arousal dripping down my thighs, I would have agreed to just about anything on those sheets of paper. Hit me with a paddle? Yes. Freaking fine. Touch him at all times in public? Yep, done. Fuck him in the middle of an active volcano while the Queen of England watches? Yes. For Christ’s sake, yes. Pour the tea, Your Majesty, because you’re about to get a fucking show! That’s how desperate I felt. How utterly torn apart and itchy and needy I was—that I would be willing to get down and dirty in front of royalty.
But no. First, we had to go over all kinds of limits—hard and soft. And discuss the various list of requirements he had for me—most of which I was pretty fucking certain were goddamn insane.
“So, what are your hard limits?”
Hard. The only hard thing I could think about was Ash and his perfect, hard penis. My face heated and I dropped my gaze to the table where, just below, I knew Ash’s naked cock was. I stared hard at that table, like I had x-ray vision. Finally, mind still blank, I shrugged.
“Well, what don’t you like?”
Relax, Lucy. You’re not a fucking virgin here. Just tell the man what you like and don’t like. Except it had been so long since I’d been with a man—and even then, it was only Brian. The boyfriend my mother chose for me. I only knew one type of dick. One type of sex. And, well, it was pretty mediocre. Sure, I had hooked up with guys when I was in my sorority, but I’d never had sex with any of them. I was the “everything but” girl.
“What are your limits?” I asked, instead.
“No cutting, piercing, or blood play,” he said. “Nothing that covers the face or hides the face. I like looking at my gorgeous subs.” He paused, winking at me in a way that suggested he knew how charming he was. It was irritating as hell. And sexy at the same time. “No scat. No urine play—”
“Oh my God.” The words were out before I could stop myself. Okay… I didn’t quite know what I was expecting him to say… but it wasn’t that.
“You agree to those hard limits?”
“Um… yeah.”
“Anything you want to add?”
Probably a million things and yet my mind was still totally and utterly blank. Fuck. Why was my mind blank? I’m a smart girl. I have thoughts and opinions. “You know, all this talk about limits and what I don’t like and what you don’t like is kind of killing my lady boner.”
He laughed, a loud, barking sound and fell back in his chair. “That so? Well, what if we switch directions and talk about what you do like?”
Even that kept me too in my own head. It was only partially the subject matter and also the fact that talking was taking away from doing. And what I wanted to be doing was Ash. “I don’t… I don’t know.”
Another arch of his eyebrow. “You don’t know what you like?”
I shrugged. “Not outside of the basics.”
He chewed the tip of his pen, eyes tilting to the ceiling while he thought. “Usually with subs, they only speak during a scene to use their safewords as an indicator to slow down or stop. But why don’t we include another safeword,” Ash said, his brows dipping with the suggestion. “The third safeword will be a way for you to tell me you enjoy what I’m doing.”
I shifted in my seat, the wood grain cool against my bare flesh. “Like… green? Since the other words are yellow and red?”
“Yes,” he said. “Green will mean yes… you like what I’m doing. And to keep going.”
I swallowed, and picked at my cuticle. “Why couldn’t I just say ‘Yes, I like what you’re doing. Keep going?”
“Because in BDSM, we have boundaries. And you throwing opinions around willy-nilly is not part of them.”
God, he was insufferable. Insufferable and so fucking hot. My gaze shot up to meet his, and for a moment—a very rare moment—I couldn’t think of anything to say. No quippy comebacks. There were no right words for this moment.
Behind him, a breeze entered through the open window, catching his deep earthy scent and tickling it across my nose like a tease. He smelled so male, so raw and sexy. As he looked up from the contract, he sent me another one of his disarming smiles. Electricity skittered up my spine and I shivered—actually shivered—at the pure potency I felt between us.
My eyes met his once more, and his gaze was already steeled onto me. In their pale blue depths, I saw his awar
eness. Saw the way he was staring—not just looking at me, but truly seeing me. Seeing my fears. My discomfort. And my arousal. It was like he could see to my very soul.
Or maybe I just don’t mask my feelings well.
“Talking about this makes you really uncomfortable,” he acknowledged. “Doesn’t it?”
“Yes.” All I could hear were the echoes of my middle school health teacher saying, If you can’t handle talking about sex, then you shouldn’t be having sex. Maybe the same was true right now. Right here. If I couldn’t even handle talking about these Dominant-submissive things, maybe this wasn’t the right choice for myself?
“So… green,” he repeated. Drumming his fingers across the table, his rhythm matched my racing pulse. “Green will act as your positive safeword. And to reiterate, when you use it, it needs to be for something new that we are trying that you are enjoying. I don’t want you shouting green over and over as you’re coming or as I’m licking your pussy. If I tell you that you are not to make a peep and you keep shouting green over and over? That’s cause for punishment.”
My blush deepened. “Okay,” I agreed.
“I mean, I like to think that I’m a good enough Dom that I’ll be able to read you when you’re liking something, but if having a code word for yes makes you feel better, I think we should try it.”
“You’ve never had that before?”
“Nope. You’ll be my first.”
I smiled. “Bet you haven’t said that to a woman in years,” I joked.
He smiled too, but this one lacked the enthusiasm he had a moment ago. “More recently than you think, I bet.”
Well, what the hell did that mean? God, I wanted to know more about him. I wanted to know whose ring that was he carried with him on his pinky finger. Why he freaked out when he dropped me off at my apartment. And why he was so damn obsessed with food and my stupid eating habits.
“So,” Ash said from where he was seated across the table. “Let’s get back to my rules.” Right. Rules. Freaking great. “We talked about the food. Anything else that stood out to you in my contract?”
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