Unabashed

by Sasha White

  “For you,” she murmured. “All for you.”

  Heart pounding, he moved faster, deeper, as his balls pulled up tight and sweat dripped from his body to hers. From him to her, he wanted her to have all of him, just as she was sharing all of herself. He moved faster, and, when she shifted her head, pressing her lips to his hand on the bed, he came undone.

  He threw back his head, a primal roar rumbling out of his chest while he emptied himself inside of his sub.

  His sub. His woman. His.

  He stayed there, braced above her as he fought to get his breath and his strength back. Ronnie lay where she was, warm and docile, still pressing gentle kisses to the back of his hand until he finally pulled out. He stood, lifting her into his arms as he walked around the bed. “Sheets,” he said softly.

  She rolled her head to the side, then reached out and pulled the duvet down. He laid her on the bed then climbed in and gathered her close. “Sleep now, baby.”

  Chapter Five

  She cooked him breakfast on Sunday morning. Naked.

  Ronnie walked into the kitchen, wearing a big baggy t-shirt and nothing else, only to be told to take the shirt off. Her heart kicked against her ribs and her insides quivered. But she couldn’t help but stand there, loaf of bread in hand, and ask. “Seriously?”

  Ian quirked one eyebrow up as he leaned back in his kitchen chair, and that feeling of being tested again came over her. Well, she had been the one to say no specific boundaries.

  She set the bread down, pulled the shirt over her head in one smooth move, and went back to making toasted peanut butter and banana sandwiches for them without another word. It would’ve been easy to blame her pointed nipples on the chill from the fridge when she got the juice out, but she’d be lying to herself. She never even felt the chill, because the heat of Ian’s gaze following her around the room kept her blood pumping hot the whole time.

  It was a totally new and unique experience for her, to be naked and aroused while doing something so mundane as making sandwiches, but it felt right because Ian sat there watching her. She brought the food over to the table and they ate in silence. Part of Ronnie urged her to speak up, ask him questions or start a conversation about something, anything really. But the larger part of her enjoyed the silence. Reveling in the normality of just being in the apartment with Ian, eating and smiling at each other. It was natural, comfortable, and perfect.

  When he was done his breakfast he got up and took his dishes to the sink, then turned and faced her, leaning back against the counter. “I know Scarlet is coming over to see you this afternoon, but if you don’t have any other plans for the say, how would you like to spend it together?”

  Pleasure that had nothing to do with nakedness or sex swept through her and she smiled. “I’d love to spend the day together, but I’ve got some errands to do.”

  “What kind of errands?”

  “Your basics. Grocery shopping, prepping food for the week, laundry. Nothing exciting.”

  “Oh, I think we can make it exciting,” he said as he pushed off the counter and reached for her now empty plate. He placed it in the sink with his, then shoo’d her out of the kitchen. “C’mon, let’s get started.”

  After a not so quick shower together, where a playful Ian insisted on making sure she was clean everywhere with slick soapy hands that tweaked and teased all her naughty parts, she walked into the bedroom to find him going through her closet instead of pulling his own clothes on.

  Damn, he looked almost as good in nothing but morning scruff and a towel as he did naked. “I don’t think there’s anything in there that will fit you.”

  He turned from the closet holding a short plaid skirt that Scarlet had left behind at some point in time. “No, but this will look great on you,” he said the gleam in his eye more wicked than playful now.

  She snorted and pulled the last pair of clean panties from her underwear drawer. “Right, like I’d wear that to hit the supermarket and run errands.”

  “Yes, you will. And you can leave the panties off.”

  “Oh, can I?”

  He said nothing, but the look on his face froze her tongue. Shit. He wasn’t kidding.

  She realized then that this was what she agreed to. Fuck, it was what she’d asked for! The cooking naked and even letting him tease and torture in the shower until she wanted to beg for him to let her come those were things that were part of the dream. They hadn’t really surprised her. This, him having a say in what she wore when she ran errands and went grocery shopping… wasn't part of the dream. But they were together, and he was in control.

  “Okay, seriously? You’re telling me what to wear?”

  “Yes.”

  So, biting her lip she tossed the panties back in the drawer and took the skirt from his hand. He might not like seeing the frown on her face when she did it, but she wasn't gonna hide her emotions from him. After all, communication was key.

  Ian didn’t know if he should laugh at Ronnie or spank her for the attitude. It was clear she wasn’t thrilled with him telling her how to dress, and he understood. Not just because this level of submission was new to her, but because she’d always been her own person. Even as a teenager she’d never given in to peer pressure or followed trends just to fit in.

  As they dressed, he recognized that the urge to laugh was stronger than the urge to dominate and punish, and it surprised him. He’d always kept his work and private life segregated, and his time with submissives was relegated to his time in the club. In the club he was a strict Dom, and sass like that, be it with look or words, would’ve earned a submissive punishment. But they weren’t in the club, and while they were together and he liked that Ronnie, while submissive enough to wear what he said to, wasn’t so pliant that she didn’t make her own opinion clear without truly crossing any lines.

  Suddenly, he felt a new level of excitement over what was to come with them. Not only was he teaching her about BDSM, but she was helping him expand his own limits.

  Wanting to wipe the tiny frown from where it still sat between her eyebrows, he stepped forward, pulled her into his arms, and claimed her mouth. When she was soft and pliant against him, and they were both breathing a little faster, he pulled away and headed for the door. “Let’s go.”

  It was a warm day, the sun shining and the slight breeze that blew made Ronnie super self conscious of the skirt she was wearing. And because of the no-panty thing she was also feeling super sexy. Self conscious, but sexy, because every now and then cool air tickled across her naked mons and fired up her already simmering libido. Strange how she’s always thought she’d owned in her sexuality, yet she’d never done this sort of thing before.

  As if he could read her thoughts, Ian’s hand slid around her waist as they walked and settled low on her back, and suddenly everything was okay with them again because really, wearing the damn skirt wasn’t that big of a deal. The whole him choosing her clothes had taken her by surprise, that was all.

  He grabbed the cart and started pushing it, following her through the store. “What are you going to make me?” he asked, referring to the plan they’d made while in the shower.

  She’d explained that she liked to shop on Sundays, then spend the day prepping the food and cooking some meals to freeze for lunches and dinner during the week so she didn’t have to cook every night after work. The plan was they’d do the grocery shopping, then head home and she would prep her meals, and make him something special to bring home for his own dinner since she was having Chinese with Scarlet that night.

  At the time, the thought of cooking for him had been exciting. The excitement had left for a while when she was still pissy about the skirt thing, but it was back. She liked the idea of him eating dinner and thinking of her even when she wasn’t there.

  “It’s a surprise.” She said as she flicked a glance over her shoulder, pleased to note he was checking out her legs. She put a little more swing in her step, hoping that damn flirty skirt flashed him a bit of nak
ed butt cheek. Served him right for making her go without panties.

  “How is it going to be a surprise when I’m right here while you buy things?”

  Hmmm, he was right about that. She spun around, facing him over the empty shopping cart between them. “How about, if you can guess what I’m making for you from what we get, I’ll suck you off in the car on the way home?”

  He smirked. “You’ll suck me off whenever and where ever I tell you to.”

  A shiver went through her, her nipples hardening and her insides softening. “Yes, sir, that’s true.”

  “How about, if I guess, You give my car a free tune-up?”

  Her eyebrows jumped and a surprising burst of pleasure filled her. “You’d let me work on your car?”

  “Of course I would. I know it’s not your favorite type of ride, but I’m not an idiot. I know how good you are at what you do. It’s been running a bit rough, so yeah, I’d love to have you work out the kinks.”

  She grinned at his words. “I’ll work out any kinks you want me too, baby.”

  He chuckled and she got all warm and gooey inside at the sound. They started in the produce section, acting like dirty minded teenagers throwing around double entendres about their preference on firmness of melons, the size of the zucchini, and the juiciness of the peaches.

  It was lighthearted, silly, and beneath it all, sensual as the multitude of little touches that accompanied the comments kept Ronnie’s arousal on a steady upward burn. To make sure Ian stayed keyed up she rubbed against him every chance she got. She brushed her hard nipples against his arm, her butt against his groin, and he took it in stride.

  They were almost done when she realized they were alone in the rice and pasta aisle. She spun around, whistled quietly to get his attention off the box in his hands and on her, then lifted her short skirt and flashed him.

  Shopping with Ronnie was a completely new experience for Ian. Usually he was in and out of the store in under twenty minutes, hitting only the produce, meat, and freezer aisles, but with her it wasn’t just about filling the fridge. He followed her up and down every aisle, watching as she made her selections, simply enjoying her company. He wasn’t surprised by the way everything seemed sexual with them because he’d deliberately revved her up in the shower, with the plan to keep things simmering until the got back from the store and were in her apartment again.

  What did surprise him was how much it strained his own self control. Something about a turned on Ronnie Mack flipped his switch in a big way. When he looked up to see her daringly flash her pussy at him in the middle of the store his motherboard lit up and he had to have her.

  “Come here,” he commanded.

  Her smile drooped and she dropped her skirt, quickly moving to his side.

  “Is there a public bathroom here?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Show me.”

  He fought to keep his eyes off her legs as she grabbed the rails on the cart and pushed it, leading him to the back of the store where there was a short hallway with swinging doors to the back room. Next to them was a large single room bathroom.

  Perfect, he thought, fire leaping to live in his veins.

  “Ian—“

  “Leave the cart,” he said as he cupped her elbow and led her into the large empty room.

  He closed the door, flipped the lock, and pressed her body against the tiled wall noting her wide eyes as he slammed his mouth down over hers. Flavor that was all Ronnie filled him and he sank into it, nibbling, biting and kissing at her plump lips as her hands gripped his back and pulled him closer. He rocked his hips against hers, making sure she felt every inch of what she did to him, eating up the moan that rose from her throat as she hooked a leg over his hip and writhed against him.

  Fuck, it was good with her. Everything was good with her. The feel of her body against his and the way she wiggled and clutched at him. Her little moans and mewls of passion echoed off the walls of the small room, filling his head as he dragged his mouth down her neck, nipping and sucking as he went. He had a goal in mind, and nothing was going to stop him from getting there, not the way her pulse beat against his tongue on her neck or the rigid nipples that begged to be sucked.

  He stepped back and spun her around quickly. “Bend forward, hands on the wall, ass out.”

  She complied instantly and he dropped to his knees behind her, uncaring of the hard floor. Lifting her skirt he bit the soft flesh of her left buttock, loving the way her knees buckled for a second before she locked them.

  “Ian,” she moaned.

  “Yes?” he asked as he palmed her ass, fingers squeezing the fleshy globes, pressing them together, then spreading the apart, so he could blow softly on the bared skin of her puckered hole. When she tried to push back against him, he landed a quick sharp slap on her ass that left his hand burning.

  Her hips jerked and he grinned. God, she was so responsive. He began kneading her cheeks again, leaning forward to blow on her glistening pussy lips before reaching in and spreading them with his thumbs and spearing his tongue deep.

  His grip on her ass wasn’t gentle and neither was his mouth as he licked and nibbled and sucked at all of Ronnie’s juiciness. His mouth was firm, open and hungry. His thumbs spread her wide, his tongue thrust deep, and his teeth nipped teasingly. The mix of pain and pleasure he gave her with teeth and tongue had her trembling beneath his hands as she said his name over and over again.

  Thick blood pumped through his veins like hot lava as her sex quivered against his tongue. He relished the ache of his throbbing cock, as he lifted Ronnie higher, and sank deeper into her. His chin, with it’s unshaven scruff rubbed against the hard knot of her clit as he thrust his tongue in and out of her clutching channel. Her cries got louder, and her juices flowed faster. She was close. So close.

  Following instinct Ian slid a thumb, slick with her juices, up to rub and press against her rear entrance as he shifted to wrap his lips around her clit and suck hard. Her legs trembled around his ears as she cried out and writhed in his hands.

  “Miss? Miss?” Knuckles rapped loudly at the door next to them. “Are you okay in there, Miss?”

  Ian leaned back and gave his girl a gentle slap on her still bare ass. “Answer the man, Ronnie, before he calls the police.”

  “Yes!” she called out with a sound that was a cross between a giggle and a snort. “Yes, I’m fine. Better than fine. I’ll just be another moment.”

  Ian stood, flinching as his cock strained against his zipper. He flipped her skirt back down and turned her around with a grin. “Okay?”

  She reached out to palm his hardness through his pants. “I’m more than okay. How are you?”

  “All good.” He placed a soft kiss on the tip of her nose then stepped back and turned to the sink behind him. He splashed some cold water on his face, then used the damp towel to wipe gently between Ronnie’s thighs, loving the little shiver she gave as she stared up at him with big wide eyes and still flushed cheeks.

  “Let’s go show the man outside you’re all in one piece, hmm?”

  “Yes, that’s probably a good thing.,” she said as she turned to unlock the door. She pulled it open an inch then stopped and looked over her shoulder at him. “By the way, the skirt was a good call.”

  His laughter echoed off the walls as she opened the door and they faced the store’s manager.

  Chapter Six

  For the first time in her life, Ronnie was unable to lose herself under the hood of a car. She was a good mechanic, better than good, actually, because something about being under a car soothed her. She loved tinkering and tweaking things until everything ran together at peak performance. Books and manuals showed what part went where and did what, but there was a certain level of instinct to getting things just perfect.

  Great chefs had the instinct in the kitchen, designers had it in the sewing room, and she had it in the garage.

  Ian had it with her. He seemed to instinctively know not how to play her
body, but her mind, too. He called her every night, and she lay in bed talking with him about everything and anything. Movies, books, cars, and computers. It became clear they had different opinions on some things and shared others. He didn’t really get her fascination with cars, and she didn’t understand his with computers, but it didn’t matter because they were getting to know each other again.

  And now it was Friday afternoon, and she was thinking about him, and wondering what he would do to her at the club that night and not thinking about the 454 big block in front of her face. Which was bad since she’d been under there for way longer than she needed to be. She gave herself a mental head slap and refocused on the machine in front of her. It was time to work.

  They went to a small Italian restaurant near her place for dinner. The food was amazing, and they lingered over desert, hands brushing on the table as they gazed into each other’s eyes. It was unreal, and everything she dreamt about at the same time. She felt like she was floating six inches off the ground when Ian guided her out of the restaurant and helped her back into his sleek Impala.

  She was stroking the leather seat cushion by her leg and wondering how the leather of a flogger wielded by Ian would feel when she realized he wasn’t heading toward the club but back toward her place.

  Disappointment swamped her, making her heavy in her seat.

  “You okay?” Ian asked, glancing over at her.

  “Yep,” she said with a smile. She really wanted to ask why they weren’t going to the club, but she couldn’t bring herself to form the words. They were together; Ian was in charge. He made the decisions. It was what she’d agree to. What she’d asked for.

  “You sure?”

  “Of course.” And when he reached over and patted her thigh, she put her hand over his and squeezed it gently, grateful for his touch.

  Minutes later, they were at her apartment, and Ian was opening the car door for her again. After he’d helped her out, he pushed her seat forward and reached in for a black duffel. She recognized the Overwatch X on the outside of the bag, and her blood began to heat.