Want

by Becca Jameson

  She licked her lips, trying to get her mouth to move to form the words he asked her to repeat for the second time tonight. “Yours, Sir. I’m yours.” She’d made that decision before texting him this evening, knowing full well a text to Dr. Conner Bascott was the same as consenting to be his submissive.

  “That’s right, baby. Mine.” He picked up the pace, thrusting faster, seemingly deeper with each pass.

  She grabbed onto his waist and held on for her life while he plunged into her. So damn perfect. She never wanted it to end.

  But there was no way to keep her orgasm at bay. She needed release. As much as she wished she could hold on to this moment forever, she was too close to hold back.

  “Come, baby.”

  That was all it took. She tipped her head back, opened her mouth, and moaned loudly through the pulsing of her pussy around his cock.

  Conner continued to fuck her, harder maybe.

  As her orgasm subsided, she met his gaze. In seconds, she found herself climbing the mountain again, the base of Conner’s cock rubbing her clit with each pass.

  “That’s it, baby. Let it rise again. Give it to me.”

  She couldn’t believe this was happening. She’d already come twice. A third was unimaginable, especially so soon after the others, but like waves in the ocean, the pressure built again.

  Conner gritted his teeth. He’d also come recently. How could he be ready again? Was he as turned on as she was?

  “So close, baby. Give it to me again, Sabrina. Now.”

  At his words, she let herself go, a deeper orgasm sweeping through her, taking her by surprise and tilting the world on its axis. This release came from inside her instead of her clit. Her pussy gripped his cock so hard she felt the muscles working to milk him.

  Conner must have felt the same thing, because seconds after her, he thrust to the hilt and held steady, exposing more of his neck as he lifted his face toward the ceiling and groaned through his release.

  Sabrina could barely see, her vision blurry, probably from all the blood in her body congregating in her pussy.

  Conner collapsed, sliding to her side at the last second to avoid crushing her.

  She turned toward him. Or rather, he tugged her alongside him as he fell, keeping her chest close to his side, not letting any space get between them.

  He breathed heavily for long minutes, shifting to meet her gaze and not speaking for so long she thought perhaps he never would. “I’m ruined.”

  She smiled. If he was saying what she thought he meant, she was glad to have helped.

  “Mine,” he repeated, making himself clear. He pulled her closer and kissed her forehead. His eyes were closed when he leaned back against her pillow.

  Sabrina shut her eyes too, thinking to rest them…

  •●•

  It was dark in the room when Sabrina blinked awake, confused and warmer than usual. She glanced around, realizing there was a hard male body pressed against her.

  A quick assessment of her memory flooded her with all the events of the evening. She inhaled deeply of Conner’s scent and smiled into his chest. It didn’t appear either of them had moved an inch since they’d worn themselves out. The covers were smashed to the foot of the bed, but Sabrina wasn’t as cold as she would have expected. The heater next to her warmed her entire body.

  “Mmm, I can feel you thinking,” a deep rumbling voice said from next to her.

  She smiled against his chest, unwilling to move.

  “Share?”

  “Sated. Happy. Complete.” God, had she really said that? It was too soon. They hadn’t even negotiated anything yet.

  She stiffened. What if all they had between them was lust and they were completely incompatible otherwise? It was possible. Especially considering how often they fought when they weren’t fucking.

  “Hey. Those were sweet words, baby.” Conner reached for her chin and tipped her face up. In the dim light coming from the hall, he met her gaze. “Now you’re thinking too hard. Relax. I know this is crazy. Crazy good, though. The details will work themselves out.”

  “Will they?”

  “Yep. Trust me.” He kissed her nose. “No way will I allow any other outcome. You’re too fucking awesome.”

  “You aren’t so bad yourself, when you aren’t bossing me around.”

  “Get used to it, baby.”

  She stiffened further. “How about we discuss that?”

  “We will. Don’t worry.”

  “You say that as though you will do the discussing, and I will do the listening.” Was she reading too much into his few words? She pushed off him to sit upright.

  He let her right herself, but didn’t stop touching her. “I’m not an asshole.”

  “Really?” She wasn’t kidding when she asked that. “I’m hoping you can prove that.”

  “I can.” He pulled himself up beside her and took her lips in a passionate kiss, melting her resolve. “Shower?”

  “Sounds fantastic.” Her muscles ached. Her skin felt sticky. She needed to use the bathroom too. “Give me a second?”

  “Of course, baby. Yell when you have the water warm.”

  She eased off the bed, grateful he understood her need for a moment of privacy. She was sorer than she’d expected. As she padded across the room and entered the attached bath, every muscle complained.

  She flipped on the water without turning on the light and used the toilet. When she was ready to climb in, she leaned back out the door. “Coming?”

  “Yep.” Conner was on her in an instant, striding across the room so fast it seemed incongruent with his recent deep sleep. He wrapped his arms around her and backed her up toward the shower.

  As though he’d been to her house dozens of times and knew every intricate detail, he opened the glass door and helped her over the ledge to back her into the stream of water. He closed the door behind him without glancing back.

  His hands were everywhere at once, angling her under the warmth and tipping her head back to wet her hair. He grabbed her shampoo, and without saying a word, massaged it into her scalp until she was sure she’d died and gone to heaven. He kept working until he had her entire body clean and supple, even stroking his fingers between her legs, but not lingering long enough to get her too worked up.

  When he finished, he opened the door and helped her out. “Dry off while I finish, baby.”

  She stared at his back, the glorious tattoo across his right shoulder as he lifted his arms to wash his hair, and then the rest of his body. She reached for her towel at some point, but held it in front of her, in no way sure what it was for.

  She startled when the water shut off and Conner stepped out next to her. He chuckled. “You didn’t dry off.”

  She glanced down. Shit. The word made her flinch. She was glad she hadn’t broken the moment by uttering it out loud. No telling what he might do if she started cussing right now. Would he be disappointed in her when she cussed and reprimand her verbally? Or would he take her over his knee and make her come? The first option made her wince. She wasn’t at all sure she could stop cussing so easily. But she hated to disappoint him. It was a new sensation, but it slammed through her like a lightning bolt.

  Shit, she thought again. The last thing she needed was for Conner to turn her into someone she was not. Or someone she didn’t want to be.

  “You’re thinking too hard again.” He took her towel from her and dried her off, wrapping it around her hair when he finished and twisting it until he had it satisfactorily settled on top of her head. Next, he grabbed another towel from the rack, dried himself, and wrapped the terry cloth around his waist. “Come on.” He took her hand and led her from the room. “We need food.”

  Her stomach growled at the reminder. “What time is it?” She twisted around as they entered the bedroom to glimpse the clock on her nightstand. Eleven thirty. Was that all?

  “Early still,” Conner commented. “And you made me hungry.” He unwrapped her hair, patted it until it
was only damp, and draped the towel over a chair. And then he led her to the kitchen, holding her hand and leaving her trailing along behind him. “You have stuff for sandwiches?”

  “Yes.” She glanced down at her naked body. He hadn’t said she could put anything on. It was slightly unnerving, but she didn’t say a word.

  “Perfect.” When he stepped into the kitchen, he flipped on the light above the stove and turned to grab Sabrina by the waist.

  Before she knew what he had in mind, she was lifted into the air and settled on the counter. “Conner,” she admonished.

  He chuckled. “I’ll make sandwiches. You sit there and look pretty.” He stepped away and reached for the fridge handle. As he opened the door, the room flooded with more light. He surveyed the situation and grabbed an armload of items, kicking the door closed as he returned. The makings of sandwiches were dropped unceremoniously on the counter next to her.

  “I could help.”

  “You could spread your legs.”

  She jolted.

  Conner tapped the closest one, telling her he was serious.

  She opened her thighs several inches as he tore into the package of turkey and then reached for the bread. “Wider, baby. I want to be able to see your pussy.”

  She gasped, but did as he said.

  “Better,” he said without looking. His attention seemed riveted to the task of making sandwiches, but he clearly had eyes in the side of his head and the back too. “You like mayonnaise or mustard, baby?”

  “Mustard, please.”

  He was efficient. In no time she held a sandwich and took a bite. It tasted fantastic. It was just bread, cheese, and lunch meat, but she was hungry, and the way Conner took care of her made her feel and sense things on a whole new level. The way he settled between her legs to eat heightened her awareness of how he affected her body.

  As though she hadn’t had the best sex of her life all evening, her pussy gripped, wetness pooling between her legs. She ate, but gradually the taste slipped away until she wasn’t aware of anything but the way Conner looked at her and how he made her body sing under his gaze.

  When they finished, Conner put everything away and hefted her off the counter.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist when she realized he wasn’t going to set her down. Instead he carried her back to bed and tossed her unceremoniously on the mattress.

  She giggled. “What was that for?”

  He climbed up alongside her and propped pillows up against the headboard to lean against them. “Come here, baby.” He patted the spot next to him, and she crawled to his side, wishing the towel he wore had somehow fallen away.

  He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and held her to his chest. “Let’s talk.”

  Chapter Eight

  Admittedly, Conner was nervous. He wasn’t sure how to proceed, and he wanted to get them on the same page as painlessly as possible without sending his sweet sexy woman into a rage. She was quick with her temper when he expressed himself. Of course, there was always the possibility he was a bit poor at communicating. Shocking since he was a lit teacher and had never had any difficulty with the written word.

  Truth be told, he’d never had trouble speaking or writing anything, until the sharp-witted Sabrina came on the scene and cut him down frequently and passionately.

  She snuggled up to him, but her brow was furrowed when she lifted her face.

  He smiled down at her and squeezed her closer. “You’re very young, baby.”

  She rolled her eyes. “This again?”

  He chuckled. “Just listen to me.” He cleared his throat. “I’ll admit you’re older and wiser than your years would indicate, but nothing makes up for experience.”

  “I’ve been a submissive for eight years, Conner. How long have you been a Dom?”

  “Almost twenty.”

  She visibly swallowed.

  He took a deep breath. “I’m not saying this won’t work. I sincerely hope it does. I’m just warning you I have firm expectations from my subs, and I’ve never had one as innocent as you.”

  She glared at him. Feisty as ever. “What makes you think I’m so innocent?”

  “Baby, it’s obvious. I don’t care how long you’ve been dabbling in BDSM, your experiences are limited.”

  She pursed her lips and lowered her gaze. At least she wasn’t arguing with him. Although, she still disagreed.

  “I’m going to wager you’ve done little more than the most basic of submissive components. Kneeling. Spanking benches. Assuming a demure stance—albeit poorly.” He chuckled.

  She sucked in a breath, her face jerking up to meet his. She pressed on his chest to separate from him, but he held her tight.

  “I don’t mean any of that to sound insulting. I’m merely pointing out your lack of actual experience. I’m not that kind of Dom.”

  “I told you I was with a Dom full-time when I was eighteen.”

  He nodded. “And you told me he was forty. And I bet he helped you get your feet wet and then moved on.”

  Her mouth fell open.

  Conner closed his eyes, trying to find the right words to keep from pissing her off. “Baby, you’ve never had a man in your ass.”

  She said nothing.

  “Has anyone flogged you?”

  She shook her head subtly.

  “Have you ever worn a gag?”

  “No,” she mumbled.

  “Butt plug? Nipple clamps? Spreader bar?”

  She swallowed again, her eyes wider until she tipped her head out of view again.

  “I’m not saying this to scare you. I’m trying to make a point. You’re green, baby. You’re twenty-six. You should be green. I’d be worried if some Dom you had at eighteen bound you in a dungeon and fucked your tight ass without letting you come.”

  She flinched.

  He held on to her. And then he quickly flipped her onto her back, held her arms over her head, and hovered over her, giving her no space.

  She held her breath, meeting his gaze, her mouth open, her eyes wide.

  “Do I have your attention now?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Okay.” He kissed her nose. “Now, I don’t mean to insinuate that I’m going to overwhelm you all at once, but I’m an experienced Dom with insatiable appetites. I like my subs to do my bidding without question. I’ll insist you obey me when we’re in the role. And I’ll punish you appropriately when you sass me.”

  She still didn’t move a muscle.

  “When we’re playing, I expect you to follow my instructions. No lying. I expect you to be open and honest with me at all times, or this won’t work.

  “No cussing.” He lowered his gaze pointedly. “You may think it’s cute, but I don’t like nasty language coming from your mouth.”

  She held his gaze, but remained mute.

  “No jeans. No pants. I like your pussy available to me. If we’re at the club, keep your gaze down. Refer to me as Sir. Keep your hands at your sides or behind your back as instructed. Be respectful. I won’t push you further than you can handle. And if I scare you, use a safe word—yellow to slow down, red to stop. Understood?”

  She nodded. “How often do you expect me to submit to you? Full-time when we’re together? Just at the club? What about in public?”

  He set his forehead on hers. “I don’t have all the answers yet. Having a submissive in my home will be new to me, so we’ll have to wing it at first, figure out together how often we want to be in the role, establish boundaries for what works for us as we go along.

  “What I know is that you’re mine. I’ll take things slow and keep your lack of experience forefront in my mind. But I won’t go easy on you.” He took her lips in a deep kiss with no warning, slipping his tongue into her mouth to dance with her own. God, she’s sweet.

  Her body relaxed slowly as he plundered her mouth. When a soft moan escaped her lips and she tugged on her hands to free them, he nibbled a path down her neck toward her breast. He’d been insid
e her twice. He had not had enough of her yet, however.

  Switching both her wrists to one hand, he lowered the other to cup her breast while he flicked his tongue over the nipple.

  Sabrina arched her chest, another longer, louder moan slipping out to fill the room.

  “Stay still, baby.” He pressed her back onto the mattress with his hand. “I need to taste you again. Either remain perfectly still so I can explore your body, or I’ll restrain you and do it anyway. Understood?”

  She nodded.

  He lifted a brow.

  “Yes, Sir.” Her words were breathy. For once, he’d managed to knock the sass down. He had to battle to avoid smirking. She shivered.

  Conner dipped his head again and sucked her nipple into his mouth.

  She flinched, but didn’t buck her chest.

  Lord, her tit was the sweetest thing he’d ever suckled. He squeezed it with his palm, forcing the nipple up into his mouth. He could feel the vibrations of Sabrina’s sounds through her chest as he fondled her rougher.

  Before she completely lost it, he switched to her other breast, giving it the same attention. When he finished exploring her nipples, he eased down her body, releasing her hands. “Leave your arms over your head, baby. And spread your legs for me.”

  She did as he told her, biting her lower lip between her teeth and tipping her head back to expose her neck.

  Conner crawled between her legs, spreading them wider until he held her thighs open as far as he imagined comfortable.

  Sabrina whimpered. He knew she wasn’t in pain. She had to be overstimulated.

  Good.

  He pulled her folds open with his thumbs. “So pink,” he mumbled.

  Moisture flooded the entrance to her pussy when he breathed against her opening. Her legs stiffened beneath his grip, pressing in an attempt to close.

  He dug his fingers into her firmer. “Always open for me, baby.” He blew against her clit, the nub sticking out from its hood and glistening with her moisture.

  “Oh, God,” she mumbled. “Conner… Sir…”

  “I know, baby,” he soothed. “I know.” He stuck his tongue into her as far as he could reach and fucked her with it before pulling back out. “Such a tight cunt.” He flattened his tongue on her folds and licked upward until he flicked the tip over her clit.