Training Sasha (Club Zodiac Book 1)

by Becca Jameson

  “Yes.” She left her hands in her lap, worrying them together. His T-shirt barely covered her ass.

  He reached across the table and cupped her face, holding her chin steady with his thumb as he often tended to do. “We aren’t playing right now, Sasha. In fact, I don’t think we should play today at all. I was hoping we could spend the day getting to know each other better. Run a few important errands. Swim. Talk. Eat. Watch TV. Normal stuff.”

  She chuckled. “You can do that?”

  He laughed. “Yes. I can do that.”

  She reached for her fork. “So you want to spend the day with me? If you have errands, I could go home while you do them. I need to do some things around my apartment. It got rather neglected the last few days.” She wasn’t kidding. It was a disaster. Laundry. Dishes. Take-out boxes. Luckily she’d had the wherewithal to call Mrs. Lopez and let her know she was home for a few days. Even luckier, she’d gotten the woman’s voicemail and hadn’t had to field fifty questions.

  He set his fork down, his throat working before he took a deep breath. “You want to go back to your apartment?” His expression looked like she’d suggested a two-week vacation to Hawaii without him.

  “Well, I mean, I do have some cleaning to do. And I need to find a summer job of some sort. I don’t make enough money to support myself without it.”

  He leaned back in his chair, his gaze on his plate, not seeing it.

  They really did need to talk. Their entire relationship consisted of ignoring each other for five years, her submitting to him full-time for twenty-four hours, and fucking hard in his club last night. There were holes all over this picture. “Talk to me.”

  He lifted his gaze, but he looked scared. “I thought it was pretty clear last night that I’m in love with you, baby.”

  She stopped breathing, her head moving slowly from side to side. “I don’t think you specifically said that.” She had said it. The word had been tossed around. He had most definitely not said it.

  He held her gaze, his voice gravelly when he spoke, not mincing words. “I’m in love with you, Sasha. You’re mine.”

  She nodded, her heart rate picking up. “I’m in love with you too. I’m glad it’s mutual. But, you’re going to have to connect the dots for me. We still have to work and make money and pay rent and all the other adulting things.”

  “I was hoping we could do them together.”

  “You mean run errands? Okay, I guess we can. You need to hit the store? What sort of errands?”

  He hesitated. “In my mind we would start with packing up your stuff and moving you into my house.”

  She flinched. Shit. She didn’t even know how to respond to that. She was blindsided. “You want me to move in with you? Like today?”

  “Yes. We wasted years acting like idiots—mostly me. I don’t want to waste more of them talking on the phone on Tuesdays and going to the movies on Sundays. I’m in love with you, Sasha. I want you in my house. My bed. I was hoping that started yesterday.”

  “Oh.”

  “That’s it? Oh?” He looked worried now.

  “I’m processing. Give me a second to catch up. Nobody’s ever asked me to live with them. And they certainly haven’t ever assumed it without asking me.” She might have snapped a bit, but she tried not to.

  He pushed his chair back and reached across to snag her around the waist.

  She yelped as he pulled her onto his lap sideways, his hands threading into her hair at her temples. His eyes were inches from hers. “Move in with me.” He threaded his fingers into the back of her hair, gave a slight tug, and then tipped her head toward his.

  She smiled. She didn’t want to smile. It just happened.

  “We’ll figure out all the details together. But I want you in my bed. I want to be able to reach out and know you’re there, feel your heartbeat, hear your breathing, touch your skin, smell your shampoo.” He kept going, not taking a breath. “Then you won’t have to find a job. Financial problem solved. If you want something to do for the summer, you can work for me.”

  He made it sound so simple. She was leery. “At the club?” It suddenly occurred to her that she had no idea what else he did. The club was only open three nights a week. Surely he didn’t spend the rest of the week balancing the books or ordering more spanking benches.

  He shook his head. “No. My other job.”

  “What do you do?”

  He furrowed his brow. “You have a point about us needing to talk. We don’t know much about each other. I flip houses.”

  She pulled back a few inches, notably not dislodging him. “Like, you buy then and fix them up and sell them?”

  “Yes. Well, not me personally. I’m not a carpenter. But I hire people to do it, and I manage it. So I have to visit the sites every few days and pay all the bills and that sort of thing.”

  “Okay, then. You flip houses.”

  “What else is keeping you from moving in? Name it. I’ll fix it.”

  “I have a lease.”

  “We’ll get out of it. Next.”

  “I haven’t even met your mom.” She was reaching now. But it was kinda fun.

  “I’ll call her after breakfast. We’ll do lunch. Next.”

  Her heart was racing. She set her hands on his forearms and gripped them next to her face. “I have no idea what you expect of me.”

  He frowned. “Expect of you? I expect you to be happy. To do whatever you want that makes you happy. I don’t have requirements.”

  “Lincoln, you have so many requirements I can’t even list them all on one piece of paper.”

  “D/s you mean?”

  “Of course.”

  “Our lives are not going to revolve around D/s, baby. We’ll negotiate how much we want to play and when and where and all that as we go along. I’m not worried.”

  “I’m worried. I don’t even know that much about the lifestyle. You haven’t let me cook for you or clean up or even give you a blowjob.” That last part was maybe overkill. Her mind was running through all the things she’d expected to do under his control. None of which had happened.

  He tipped his head back and laughed hard.

  “I’m not being funny.”

  He still held her face steady, and she dug her nails into his arms to get his attention.

  “I’m sorry.”

  He didn’t look sorry. He looked mischievous.

  “Sasha, you’re not a domestic sub. Or if you are, I don’t care. I never looked at you like that. I don’t need you to cook for me or clean up after me or kneel between my legs sucking my cock—though that last one is totally on the table for discussion any time you want.” He winked.

  “What exactly do you want me to do?”

  “Just be you. Be Sasha. Be my little girl on occasion. Play nurse if you want. Maybe even teacher. No. Not that one. Stick to role-play that doesn’t make you the Domme. I can’t do that. All I’m saying is that I would be honored to dominate you as often as you want. Nothing makes me harder than watching your face and entire body come alive when I top you. It’s sexy as hell. You love it. It’s not our entire world.”

  She chewed her bottom lip.

  He leaned in and kissed her, biting down on that same lip.

  When he pulled back, he set his forehead against hers. “Move in with me. We’ll fill in the blanks as we go along.”

  “It might be a bit soon to meet your mom.”

  He grinned. “Agreed. Next week.”

  “Maybe in a few weeks.” She slid her hands down to his waist and snuggled closer. “I stole your shirt.” Why she felt the need to comment on that she had no idea. But it was easier than answering the looming question.

  “It looks great on you. Better on the floor. But I can live with it if you want to wear it.” His eyes twinkled. “Move in with me.”

  “Would you expect me to call you Master?”

  “Nope. Unless you want to. But only when we’re playing.”

  She leaned in closer. His chest
was so warm and hard. She loved feeling it against her in the night. She could get used to sleeping with her head on his shoulder, her hand on his abs.

  “Sasha.”

  She met his gaze. Stalling was over.

  “I love you. Maybe it feels sudden and too soon, but it’s not really. I’ve loved you for a long time. I’m not perfect. I’ll make mistakes. We’ll argue. You’ll set me straight. We’ll make up naked. I don’t want to waste another day without you in my life. Move in with me.”

  “Okay.”

  One second she was sitting on his lap, the next second she was in his arms in the air, and the next second her butt was on the kitchen island. Lincoln’s mouth was on hers, devouring her. He tugged her to the edge, his cock pressing against her bare pussy through his sleep pants.

  His hands were everywhere.

  She was so aroused so fast she couldn’t catch her breath.

  The man could dominate her like she was putty. But, holy shit, he could also make her body hum without a single command.

  Just Lincoln Walsh. The first man who’d ever awakened her sexuality. The only man who’d ever awakened her sexuality. The only man who ever would.

  She couldn’t think of a good reason she shouldn’t move in with him, not while his hand was between her legs stroking her to a maddening height. Not while his shirt had disappeared so that his mouth was wrapped around her nipple, suckling it. Not while her hands were buried in his hair, feeling the softness of it like silk.

  She cried out as she came. So fast. So easy.

  He was totally going to take advantage of that knowledge.

  She was totally going to love it.

  Epilogue

  One week later…

  Sasha was on her knees, naked, her hands clasped behind her back, her shoulders thrust back, making her breasts jut forward. Just the way Lincoln liked her. Often.

  She didn’t argue because damn the position made her at least as horny as him. Or perhaps it was the look in his eyes when she submitted to him like that. Like he wanted to devour her.

  But it wasn’t his turn to do the eating. So far he’d permitted her only a few fleeting tastes of his cock, muttering something about preferring to be buried in her pussy and not wanting to come prematurely in her mouth yet.

  A half an hour ago, they’d been at the site of the house he was in the middle of flipping. She’d lifted onto her tiptoes, set her hand on his ass, and whispered in his ear. “You have two choices.”

  He’d flinched and then lifted an eyebrow, a smirk playing with the corners of his mouth. Before she knew it, he had her fingers threaded in his and he was hauling her into what would one day be a renovated bathroom. At the moment it needed a lot of imagination.

  But it had a door, which Lincoln had shut. He flattened her to the surface, pressed his cock against her belly, and cupped her face. “Do you have any idea how hot it makes me when you do that?”

  “Do what?” she’d asked, trying to sound innocent. She knew him well enough after one week to grasp that while she damn well better not top him when they were playing, she could get under his skin easily when they were not in the role.

  He’d shook his head in dismay. “You’re not fooling me. Lay it on me, baby. What are my two choices?”

  She’d almost lost her nerve, but steeled herself and licked her lips. “Either you agree to let me suck you off at home tonight, or I’m going to lean over your lap during the drive and make it super difficult for you to stay on the road.” Bold. Brazen. Risky?

  For a second, she wasn’t sure how he would react, and then he’d pushed off the wall, taken her hand, and tugged her out of the small bathroom as fast as they’d entered.

  Carter had been working in the kitchen. He’d lifted his head as Lincoln ushered Sasha toward the front door.

  Lincoln had barely paused to speak to his friend. “Gotta go. I’ll see you here tomorrow to go over the tile samples for the bathroom.”

  Carter had chuckled as he shook his head and bent back to his task. “Whatever.”

  Sasha had been completely flushed and rather embarrassed as she nearly jogged to follow Lincoln to the car. Maybe her plan hadn’t been a great one.

  Lincoln had opened the passenger door of his SUV and lifted her around the waist to set her in the seat as if she weren’t capable of doing so herself—or he was too impatient to wait. He even reached across her, buckled her in, and tugged the belt tighter. His gaze met hers, his eyes burning. “Do. Not. Move.”

  She had correctly assumed he’d chosen option number one.

  Twenty minutes later, here she was, on her knees, ready to service her Dom. He was stripping slowly, circling her, making her pant with the desire to suck him. The only thing was he hadn’t taken her home. He’d brought her to the club. It was closer. She’d fought the urge to giggle over his impatience when he’d pulled into the parking lot.

  His shirt hit the floor first, his shoes were kicked off next, and then he popped the button on his jeans.

  Her mouth watered. Twice he had permitted her to lick a line up his cock. One time he’d allowed her to slide his thick length between her lips. All three times, he had stopped her too soon.

  Honestly, by today, no matter what he murmured about how talented she was with her lips, she had a bit of a complex.

  “You’re nervous,” he pointed out as he lowered his zipper, standing two feet in front of her. “You don’t have to do this, you know. You can back out.”

  She lifted her gaze to meet his for a moment before jerking it back toward the floor. “I know I’m not very good at it, Sir, but if you’d teach me.” She wanted to please him. Men liked blowjobs. She knew they did. His reticence about this topic unnerved her.

  He froze, his hands on the sides of his jeans now, tugging the denim over his hips. “Baby, you’re totally misunderstanding.”

  “Enlighten me,” she told his crotch.

  He continued to remove his jeans, finally kicking them aside to reveal his unbelievably sexy naked body. And then he stepped closer, his cock bobbing in front of him. He cupped the sides of her head and tipped her face back, forcing her to look up at him. “You can do no wrong in that department, Sasha. As long as you keep your teeth off me, there’s nothing I won’t enjoy the fuck out of. The reason I haven’t let you suck me off has nothing to do with your skills.”

  How would she know?

  “My cock is greedy. It likes to be buried in your pussy.”

  She smiled. Maybe his motives were legitimate after all. “I’m glad, Sir, but I bet I can tempt you to enjoy my mouth too.”

  “I’m certain you can, sweetheart. And I’m going to grant you this. Your terms. Your call.” He released her and stepped back to sit on the loveseat. “Explore all you’d like, baby.” He set his hands at his sides.

  Would he really let her do whatever she wanted? She released the tight grip she had behind her back and crawled forward on her knees.

  His face was tight when she glanced from his thick length to meet his gaze. He fisted his hands at his sides on the couch as if he thought she might bite him. “Can’t promise I’m going to have enough control to keep from coming in two seconds all over your face, baby.”

  Ah, so this was about control, not pain. She wrapped her hand around his cock and gently stroked from the base to the tip. Precome dripped from the head, and she leaned in to flick her tongue through the slit.

  Lincoln moaned.

  Emboldened, she lowered her face, sucking him into her mouth as far as she could while inhaling his scent. Clean fresh soap and Lincoln. Intoxicating. She tightened her lips around his cock as much as she dared, experimenting.

  His thigh stiffened under her other hand, but the soft groan coming from his mouth told her he was the complete opposite of uncomfortable. “Baby…”

  She sucked him in again, her hand still wrapped around the base, her cheeks hollowing as she lifted off a second time. On the third pass, he lifted his hips into her mouth, deepening the blowjob
. She forced her throat to relax and let him in. It was awkward, but she managed.

  She enjoyed the power she felt. This man who was always in control, making her body hum, was completely at her mercy. Maybe he’d known that would happen, and that’s why he’d been reluctant to permit her to suck him.

  It was heady. She wanted more. Perhaps too much more because after sucking him a bit deeper with a few more bobs of her head, he grasped the back of her neck. “Sasha…” he warned.

  Her pussy clenched. She let her nipples rub the edge of the leather sofa with every move. If she thought he wouldn’t break the scene and punish her, she would have reached between her legs to masturbate while she sucked him.

  She shook the thought from her mind, not wanting to risk his reaction, and lowered her face again, farther, deeper, tighter.

  His hand tangled in her hair, gripping, though she doubted he was aware of his actions. Besides, she loved the feeling of having him hold her like that.

  And then he stiffened, deep inside her mouth. He groaned loudly as he came, every pulse of his cock shooting his come into her mouth.

  She swallowed, working hard to keep up. She wanted to catch every drop and leave him empty. It was important to her for some crazy reason. And she succeeded.

  When he finally lowered his hips to the couch, sighing, his hand slid from her hair to her shoulder. “Jesus, Sasha.”

  She licked a line up his length as she lifted her head. He was staring at her, his face relaxed, his lips turned up in a smile. “Next time I’ll choose option two and pull over to the side of the road,” he teased.

  She grinned. “Glad you liked it, Sir.” She was relieved and pleased with herself.

  Suddenly, from one second to the next, she was no longer on her knees, and Lincoln was no longer lounging languidly. He grabbed her by the waist and hauled her up to settle her straddling his lap.

  Her legs were forced wide, her pussy so wet she thought it might drip on him.

  When he reached toward the end table next to the loveseat, she giggled. A glass bowl filled with a colorful array of condoms sat in the center of the table. She’d never seen it there before. He snagged one. Purple. Apparently he’d made a few changes to the office. She shivered at the way he’d so obviously become Mr. Prepared.