He’d argued that trust and respect were the foundation of any relationship and was no different in a dominant/submissive relationship. He’d put it out there that submission went both ways in any relationship and that he wasn’t afraid to submit if that was what the circumstances called for. He’d deliberately reminded her that he’d turned over control to her at the very end of their encounter and she’d been the one in charge at that point.
He’d laid out his arguments and then demanded that she prove him wrong. She hadn’t been able to. She’d been very quiet after that and had ended the call claiming the need to get up early the next morning. Simon had let her go, certain he just ended any chance of a relationship with her, but she’d called him the next day at lunch just to say hello.
They hadn’t spoken of it again since then. Simon wasn’t going to let it drop, but he wanted to spend some time with her first. He wanted to give her a chance to see him for who he was and know that his feelings for her had only grown, not changed because of what she’d done for him.
Now, if only she’d put him out of his misery and open the door. The face that greeted him in the window as the doorbell faded, however, was not Gwen’s. It was Monster. He was clearly standing up against the door. His face was split wide in a huge doggy grin.
"Monster. Off," Gwen’s voice rang out in a clear and precise command. Monster obediently dropped to all fours. Simon was impressed.
Gwen’s face lit up when she saw him. Her lips parted in a gentle smile and she licked her lips nervously. Blood rushed to Simon’s cock when he saw her tongue dart out from between her full, pink lips. He ruthlessly locked those thoughts away. He wasn’t going there with her today.
She opened the door and he was transfixed. She was radiant in gold. She wore a strapless sun dress in gold cotton. The skirt was long hanging all the way down to her ankles. She had layers of bead necklaces draped around her neck.
"Giving Mr. T a run for his money?" Simon teased.
Gwen flushed and removed the necklaces with a chuckle. "I’m sorting, I’ll have you know. We’ve got a trunk show this weekend."
She stepped back to allow him into her house. She stepped in her dining room and deposited the necklaces on a table littered with boxes, bags and a cornucopia of beaded jewelry.
"Trunk show?"
"It’s a special event where I have a select group of designers come in and show off their pieces. It’s a good way to generate business and offer stock that isn’t cost effective for me to keep on hand. I do two every year."
"Impressive. Whose pieces are these?"
"These are mine," the pride in her voice was evident.
"I’m doubly impressed. You never told me you made jewelry too."
"I dabble, but I’m still more of the business lady than the designer."
"Don’t underestimate yourself. These are nice."
Simon fingered one of the necklaces she’d taken off. The beads were different shapes and sizes, but all were a different shade of gold. The piece had an earthy, natural quality that reminded him of Gwen.
She cleared her throat, abruptly, "Would you like to sit? Some coffee."
"Sure … to both."
Simon followed Gwen into her living room, where she excused herself to get the coffee. Her home was neat and tidy. Everything was in its place. She had an eclectic style with Asian and Indian pieces layered in with contemporary, modern pieces. Simon sat on the proffered sofa.
Her sofa was deep, ruby red velvet and looked like it should have been in a movie. There was a low coffee table of some indeterminate style in ebony stained wood. The chairs opposite the sofa were large and overstuffed. The kind you’d expect to see next to a fireplace. They were covered in soft, beige suede like material and looked comfortable.
There was no TV in the room and Simon remembered that she said she watched Hulu on the computer if she wanted to see anything. Her laptop sat in the back of the room on a work desk that was made to fit the corner. Monster was sprawled on a huge, black dog bed immediately next to the desk. He was sacked out and snoring as only a Pitbull could.
Gwen came back with two cups of coffee, but she looked in pain. Simon jumped up and took the steaming mugs from her placing them on the coffee table. She was shaking her hands as if to cool them and he gently took them in both hands.
"You okay?"
"Yes, that was stupid. I should have used a tray."
Simon lifted her hands to his mouth and kissed first one palm then the other. Her palms were hot where the mugs had heated her skin. Her breath hitched and Simon grinned against her palms, but released her.
She looked flustered and he was tempted to let her stew, but he had mercy on her.
"Come here, Gwen. I want to hold you."
He held out his arms to her, but she hesitated. "It’s your choice, Gwen."
She stepped into his arms wrapping hers around his waist. He held her close and inhaled her scent. She fit perfectly into in his arms. Her body was as delicious as he remembered. Her full round breasts pressed into his chest. Simon’s body reacted despite his strict instructions to his cock, but he didn’t pull away. He didn’t do anything else either. He just held her.
It was Gwen who pulled back. She leaned back just enough to look at him. Her face was flushed and her nipples were hard under the thin cotton of the dress she wore. Her gaze as she looked up at him was expectant.
"Gwen, anything that happens tonight is on your terms. I won’t ask anything of you. I came over to spend time with you, not make demands no matter how much I want to make love to you."
She flushed and looked down, but quickly squared her shoulders and looked directly at him. "You mean it? Everything is on my terms?"
He looked directly into her crystal green eyes and said simply, "Yes."
She pulled out of his arms then and Simon let them fall to his sides. He moved as if to reclaim his spot on the couch, but Gwen stopped him with a gentle touch on his arm.
"No." Her words were a whisper, but no less firm.
Simon stood still and waited. Gwen trailed gentle fingers over his chest. Her touch was light and raised goosebumps in its wake. Simon’s cock hardened under her gentle ministrations.
"Gwen …" he’d planned to let her know he had no expectations, that she didn’t have to do anything, but she placed gentle fingers across his lips to silence him.
"You don’t have permission to speak," she smiled at him mischievously and he laughed. He couldn’t help himself. His laughter died when she leaned over and bit his nipple through his T-shirt though.
His cock jerked under his jeans. Gwen noticed. She reached down and unzipped his jeans. Reaching into his pants, she squeezed his cock. Simon groaned and pressed his dick into her palm only to have her release him and step back.
"Undress," she directed.
Simon complied. Divesting himself of his clothes and draping them over one of the twinned arm-chairs.
"Sit down," Gwen pointed to the empty chair. Simon complied.
Gwen gathered her skirt and settled between his legs. She studied his body unabashedly. Her peridot gaze settled on his rigid erection. She leaned over and rubbed her cheek along the sensitive flesh.
The skin of her face was silky and smooth unlike his own perpetually stubbled face. Her warm breath tickled over his cock and he jerked in response. Simon’s reached a hand toward her only to have her quirk a disapproving eyebrow at him.
"You’re not allowed to move either."
Simon dropped his hand. It thrilled him that she was willing to play with him. That she wanted to be intimate with him so soon. He’d thought to go very slow with her. He was being tested, though. Of that, he had no doubt. He’d told her he would submit as easily as she had if he believed that is what his partner wanted or needed. She was seeing if he was as good as his word.
Gwen gripped his cock firmly standing it up. She stroked up the shaft squeezing him just under the mushroom tip and small drops of moisture pearled up. Gwen dipped h
er head and lapped up the salty tears before dropping lower and licking down the length of him. She continued teasing him licking him gently and feathering kisses along his shaft. Her tongue was warm velvet and wet heat against his sensitized skin.
He wanted to demand she suck him into her mouth. He wanted to grab her head and thrust his cock between those luscious lips, but he’d made a promise and he never broke his word. She was, however, going to kill him if she kept it up.
Gwen left his cock and began to stroke his chest and stomach. His muscles flexed everywhere she touched so that his body rippled and moved with her. She seemed entranced with the feel of him. She closed her eyes and continued her exploration. He felt as if she was committing him to memory.
Her lips were parted slightly and just the tip of her tongue was visible between her teeth. Simon clamped down on the need to lean in and suck her tongue into his mouth.
Gwen took pity on him then and sucked him into her mouth. Simon struggled against the urge to arch into her mouth. A fine sheen of sweat broke out on his body.
Gwen worshiped his cock with her lips and tongue. She licked and sucked, nipped and teased his cock for long moments. He felt himself swelling even harder in her mouth. She took him deeply, swallowing him down all the way to the base. No woman had ever taken him fully.
Simon could no longer control the sounds he made. His groans were guttural and thick as she laved his cock. She ate him like he was a popsicle and she didn’t want to miss a single drop. Simon wasn’t sure he could hold out much longer.
Gwen released his cock with a wet slurp. She licked her lips as if to savor his taste. Leaning forward, she kissed him gently licking her way into his mouth and exploring its depths. She made kissing him an act of adoration and he was breathless by the time she broke away.
She too was panting and breathless as she rested her forehead against him and said, "I want you to come for me Simon. I want to drink you down. If you need to move or speak do so."
Simon groaned as his cock jerked and he almost came at the image that ran through his head at her words. Gwen sank back on her heels and swallowed Simon down.
She was an erotic vision between his legs. His cock stretched her mouth to the limit and her lips were swollen and deep pink from sucking him. Saliva coated the shaft and she worked him in long, luscious strokes. Simon never wanted to leave the haven of her mouth. His cock had never been treated so tenderly. The very gentleness of her touch intensified each sensation so that Simon was rapidly being overwhelmed with pleasure.
He couldn’t wait any longer. Simon gripped Gwen’s head and began to thrust into her mouth in short, urgent strokes. She relaxed and allowed him to take the lead as he pumped himself into her mouth. She rubbed her tongue along the underside of his shaft paying particular attention to just under the mushroom head. That gentle touch was his undoing.
Simon’s body spasmed and clenched in a rictus of pleasure as he poured himself down her throat, all the while shouting her name.
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He tasted of salt and Simon and Gwen drank of him greedily. His penis was softening in her mouth, but she didn’t want to relinquish him yet. He’d come in warm, gushing spurts in her mouth and she’d reveled in her ability to please him.
The irony of it all was that, in Simon’s submission, she had truly only been concerned with his pleasure. The real power had been in bringing him to fruition not in controlling his movements. Simon’s submission to her had been beautiful and erotic. He’d entrusted her with his pleasure. Gifted her with his trust.
She’d been wrong. He’d been right. Paul had lied to deflect from his betrayals.
Her desire to please Simon was nothing more or less than what it was. Pleasing him pleased her whether she was dictating the action or submitting to his will. She had nothing to be ashamed of.
Gwen relinquished Simon’s cock reluctantly, but she wanted to be skin to skin with him. She reached between them and pulled her dress over her head. She stood before Simon in just a small, flesh-toned thong.
"Remove my panties, Simon."
She no longer cared if she was in charge. She just wanted to feel his hands on her. Simon reached out and hooked his fingers in the flimsy scrap of lingerie and slowly dragged them down her body where she kicked free of them.
"Simon," she straddled his lap cradling his penis in the wet heat of her pussy, "I don’t care who’s in charge. Do whatever you want. Say whatever you want."
Simon rested his hands on her hips and just looked at her. His head rested slightly to one side and he had a very serious look on his face. His sapphire eyes glittered with an emotion she’d never seen before. A thrill of fear ran through Gwen. Had she misread him?
"I’m in love with you, Gwen," Simon’s voice was tender. She started to reply, but he hushed her. "Don’t say anything yet. I don’t expect you to feel the same way, but I love you. You’re funny and smart and all I think about is you.
"I promised myself I’d go slowly. That I’d give you time to get to know me before springing this on you, but I feel like I’d be lying to you if I didn’t tell you.
Gwen started to speak again, but Simon silenced her with a tender, gentle kiss. His tongue explored the cavern of her mouth, licked along her teeth and danced with her own. She gave herself up to his tongue and lips savoring his slow seduction of her.
He tore his mouth from hers and kissed his way to her breasts. He caressed her gently. Lapping at the swollen buds and sucking them gently into his mouth. He sucked her tenderly, but with relish. Ripples of pleasure trilled through her body as he dallied over her nipples.
Pleasure pooled deep in her body. Each suck, each tug of his mouth added to the depth of sensation so that Gwen felt full and heavy with ecstasy.
Simon hefted himself up from the chair taking Gwen with him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and his reawakened cock rubbed wetly between her nether lips. She moaned and pressed harder into his body. Simon’s breath caught and his cock jerked against her.
Gwen wanted him inside her. Wanted his hardness filling her recesses. She wanted him coming inside her, marking her as his own. She belonged to him and she wanted him to manifest his possession of her body in long thorough strokes into her pussy.
She rubbed against him. The hard peaks of her breasts grazed his chest and she panted with need.
"Simon … Simon, I need you."
"Shhh. Sweetheart, patience."
He lay her down on the couch. The velvet was soft and soothing to her sensitized skin. Simon found his wallet and extracted a condom. He sheathed himself in small, economical movements which Gwen was grateful for. She spread her legs, welcoming him and he moved over and into her in one fluid stroke.
Gwen arched and ground herself into him as he pressed deeply into her. As before, he stretched her almost painfully, but she welcomed the friction, welcomed his claiming. Gwen writhed under him as he held himself deep and firm, but didn’t move.
She opened her eyes to see Simon gazing down on her with fierce intent. Her eyes widened and just as she was about to speak he pulled out to the tip only to impale her fiercely. Pleasure speared through her body and she cried out.
"Mine," he growled. "Mine."
She reached up and cupped his face between her palms.
"Yours, Simon. I'm yours."
Emotions flashed behind his eyes too quickly for her to read as he leaned over and kissed her gently on the forehead. He began to move then. Stroking in and out of her in long, slow thrusts. He rolled his hips with each press of his cock into her body, grinding the velvet skin of his groin against her clitoris.
The friction was exquisite. He rubbed his way in and out of her body, the sweat dewing their skin lubricating the way so that they slid wetly against each other.
Gwen joined the ride. Sucking Simon into her pussy and holding him deep with her inner muscles. She arched and writhed under him moaning his name over and over.
Her body felt full and swollen as if she could no lo
nger contain the pleasure Simon was pouring into her. Her skin was sensitized and each wet slide sent sparks of fire coursing along her skin. He stroked with relentless tenderness and Gwen knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, Simon was making love to her, not fucking her.
The knowledge sent her over the edge. She cried out as her body exploded in bliss. Simon continued to plunge himself into her as her body milked his. She rose up and sucked his nipple into her mouth and his breath caught in his throat.
He grunted in surprise and his thrusts increased in urgency. She sucked hard on the flat disc of his nipple and bit down gently.
Simon lifted her leg at the knee, draping it over his arm as he began to plunge urgently into her. Deeper and deeper he plunged until finally he held himself deep and poured himself into her body. She reveled in the feel of his release. His cock shuddered and bucked inside her channel and she wished they had no barrier between them. With one final roll of his hips, Simon collapsed resting his weight on top of her.
Gwen threw her arms around Simon and laughed in delight as joy overwhelmed her. He smiled against her neck and chuckled along with her.
"Care to share or have I performed so poorly?" he asked.
She squeezed him harder before answering and said, "I love you."
"Gwen," he raised up on his elbows to look at her, "I don’t want you feeling like you have to say it back to me."
"I don’t," she smiled ruefully. "I can be slow sometimes, but I catch on eventually."
She cupped his face and looked at him with all the love she felt. She loved this man beyond words. Simon had shown her the true beauty of what lay inside her. He had given her free reign and gifted her with his trust.
She’d fallen in love with him over the weeks he’d been gone. Each email, each phone call had deepened the bond forged so explosively that first night. She refused to be afraid or ashamed any longer.
"I love you, Simon Cain. It’s as simple as that. I love you and I want to be with you."
Simon grinned at her then a wicked smile if ever there was one.
"What?" she asked laughing.
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