Taming Rex

by Becca Jameson

  “Have you ever played?”

  “No.”

  He let his smile spread. “Then there’s a good chance I’ll be better than you at it.”

  “Do you play regular golf?”

  “Nope. Never had the patience for it.”

  “Why do you want to play mini-golf then?”

  “It’s sexy,” he informed her, being intentionally vague.

  She narrowed her eyes. “How the heck is putt putt sexy?”

  “You’ll see.” He took her hand and led her across the parking lot toward the entrance. Five minutes later, he had paid their entrance fee, grabbed their clubs and balls, and was luring her to the first hole.

  “You’re kinda cocky about this,” she pointed out.

  “That’s because I’m going to win.” He dropped their balls at the beginning of the hole and then lifted his gaze to meet hers. He wasn’t sorry that hardly anyone else was there tonight. It was a Tuesday during the school year. Nearly a ghost town.

  She was giggling. “You’re awfully competitive about this. What makes you think I care if you win?”

  He shrugged. “You’re a numbers kind of girl. I bet once we get started, you’ll decide to try to outplay me. We have eighteen holes. The object is to get your ball into each hole in as few strokes as possible.”

  “I’m aware of the object. I’m just not sure I have the same level of competitive spirit as you. I could just stand back and watch your fantastic ass while you hit the little balls around.”

  He stood straighter. “You think my ass is fantastic?” He spun around so that his butt was facing her and then twisted his head dramatically over his shoulder as if to see it.

  She giggled. He loved that sound. “Especially in those jeans. I might be too distracted and hit the ball off the green.”

  He closed the distance between them, loving this banter, loving that she was far more relaxed with him than she was last time. It meant she was comfortable with him, and that was the best he could ask for. When he got in her space, he set a hand on her side and slid it up until he touched the underside of her breast.

  Her breath hitched as he stroked her globe with his thumb. “We’re even because you’ll be distracting me with these amazing tits, but the difference is that I can easily make you squirm with a simple stroke of my fingers. Your hands on my ass won’t have the same effect.” He was lying. If she set her hand on his butt, he wouldn’t even be able to see the ball let along strike it. His dick would be a distraction.

  She arched toward him and lifted onto her tiptoes to kiss his lips. “Game on.”

  Dayton had never been on a more enjoyable date in his life. Erica proved to be pretty damn good at this silly game, and she kept things interesting by keeping their score neck and neck. Every time he pulled away a few strokes, she caught up by ruining his swing. The little imp would set her hands on his jeans and slide her fingers into his pockets, squeezing his ass with her fingers.

  He got her back every time she pulled ahead by leaning over her from behind while she lined up her stroke and then “accidentally” grazing her breast.

  She laughed so many times he lost count. Hell, he laughed too. His cheeks were sore from smiling. She also relaxed, not showing any more signs of nervousness for the duration of the game.

  He didn’t honestly give a shit who won. He would be the winner in the end. He knew they would eventually end up back at her place where he would dominate her until she screamed out an orgasm that stopped his heart.

  When they got to the eighteenth hole, they were tied. Erica’s hands came to his hips as he lined up his shot, but instead of sliding them into his pockets, she boldly smoothed them forward instead, cupping his dick.

  He accidentally tapped his ball when he flinched, and she released him to declare. “Oops. I think you missed. That’s one stroke.”

  He reached out to grab her arm and pull her in front of him, tucking her back against his chest as he tapped the ball a second time. He dropped her ball in front of them next and wrapped his arms around her middle. “Your turn,” he murmured in her ear.

  “You haven’t finished,” she giggled.

  “Oh, yes. I have.” He kissed her neck.

  She shuddered before dropping her club and spinning in his arms. Her palms landed on his chest and then she wrapped them around his neck. “Wanna call a tie?”

  “Yep.” He held her gaze. “You hungry?”

  She shrugged. “I could eat.”

  “How do you feel about corn dogs?”

  She smiled. “Perfect.”

  “Good because that’s about the most substantial food they probably have here, and I don’t want to waste time driving somewhere else.”

  “Oh, why’s that? You need to get home early?” she teased.

  “Yep. Your place. I have plans for you.”

  “You do?”

  “Yep.” He kissed her for the thousandth time and then grabbed her hand and led her to the concession stand. They never did finish the last hole. He didn’t care a bit.

  Chapter 25

  Erica was still smiling when they got back to her apartment. Best date hands down. Not that she was comparing him to anyone else or anything. She’d simply enjoyed herself a great deal.

  She was filled with nervous energy as Dayton unlocked and opened her apartment door. As soon as they were inside, he took her face in his hands and kissed her. By the time he pulled back minutes later, she was putty. Most of her brain cells were malfunctioning. Damn, he could kiss.

  “Submit to me?” He cupped her face, his expression turning serious.

  “Yes, Sir.” Gladly. Excitement coursed through her veins.

  “Good girl. As much as I’ve enjoyed that blouse all evening, I want you to strip for me. I’ve been dying to see your naked body again.”

  Her breath hitched. She wanted the same thing. There was a strange comfort in submission. As soon as she stripped and let him take control, she would be in her favorite zone. She just hoped he also removed his clothes this time. She had yet to see his cock, and she had a strong desire to explore.

  Dayton took a step back and nodded toward her body. “Clothes off. Do it slowly.”

  She swallowed as she obeyed him, pulling her shirt over her head before she undid her jeans and lowered them too. She had to bend down to remove her sandals and pull the legs of her pants off. When she righted herself, she was in her bra and panties.

  Dayton was watching her intently. He pulled his polo over his head, kicked off his shoes, and stepped closer to her. His chest was mouthwatering. A wide expanse of tanned skin from hours in the sun.

  He surprised her when his hand slid around her back to unhook her bra. As it fell to the floor, he cupped her breasts. “Tell me what you need tonight. I hate to bring up the other Dom in your life, but if he struck your bottom last night, I’m sure you need a break from that sort of impact play.”

  She smiled, almost laughing. “He said the same damn thing last night. Aren’t you both chivalrous?”

  “I should have guessed. If he’s any kind of Dom at all, he would have thought the same thing.”

  “He didn’t use any impact play last night, Sir.” It seemed important to be as informative as possible. If she was going to submit regularly to more than one man, she would need to ensure they knew at least the basics of what the other had done to her.

  “I’m not going to ask you to tell me what Rex did last night. TMI. I’m just going to follow my gut and your cues and dominate you my way.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She was panting, willing to do anything he asked as long as he did it. She’d been climbing a long slow hill of arousal for hours. She needed his hands on her, his mouth, his cock. Everything.

  “Are you planning to go to Zodiac tomorrow night?”

  “Hmm. I hadn’t had time to think about it.” Tomorrow was Wednesday. The club was open three nights a week. Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday. She was definitely going to Zodiac tomorrow.

  “I only as
k because it seems prudent to give your skin another day to recover. I know your bottom got more than enough attention Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Let’s leave another impact scene for tomorrow. I’ll reserve a station. Will that work?”

  She narrowed her gaze, fighting the urge to laugh at the way he tried to commandeer her time. Sharing her with Rex was going to be a challenge for him. “I see what you did there, Sir.”

  “Guilty.” He grinned.

  “I think, just for fun, you should both dominate me.”

  “Hmm. You’re playing with fire, Erica. Together or separate?”

  She lifted her shoulders. “You two can decide. Surprise me, Sir.” She was totally playing with fire. She didn’t even know who she was. But the thought of both of them dominating her made her shiver.

  He slid his hands to her hips and gave her a slight shake. “Enough talking. Take your panties off, imp. When we play in private, I want you naked.”

  She slid them off, letting her gaze slide to the front of his jeans. She’d felt his erection against her more than once tonight, and it was bulging again now. She prayed she was going to get intimately acquainted with it tonight. If he didn’t take his jeans off, there was a chance she might scream from frustration.

  “You sure are focused on my cock, sweet girl.”

  She jerked her gaze up to his. “Sorry, Sir.”

  “I’m not. Why don’t you get on your knees for me and take my pants off?”

  She wanted nothing more. Perhaps she moved too quickly and gave away how anxious she was to unveil him, but she didn’t stop to worry about it. She lowered to her knees and immediately cupped his erection through the denim. He was rock hard.

  Licking her lips, she popped the button and lowered the zipper. She’d never undressed a man before. The majority of her sexual experience had happened inside a fetish club in the form of scenes. No one had ever commanded her to strip them, and she had very little experience sucking anyone off.

  Her hands were shaking as she lowered his jeans, freeing his impressive erection. It bobbed forward the moment she released it, as if daring her to touch.

  Dayton pushed his jeans the rest of the way down and stepped out of them. “Hands clasped at your back, sweet girl. Shoulders back. Knees wider.” He stroked his cock as he made his demands.

  She licked her lips.

  He chuckled. “Greedy, aren’t we?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He stepped closer, his cock inches from her lips. His hand came to the back of her head. “I’ll let you explore, but you’ll keep your hands behind your back and do so with only your lips. Do not suck me into your mouth without permission. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Erica flicked her tongue through the drop of precome leaking from the tip of his smooth head. The salty tang made her crave more. Hopefully he would let her suck him. So far in their three nights together, he’d made her come numerous times, all while keeping his clothes on.

  “Drag your tongue along the shaft from the base to the tip, sweet girl.” His command was gentle, but his voice failed to conceal his own driving need. This wasn’t easy for him.

  He held his dick out where he wanted it, and she leaned forward and did as he’d instructed, enjoying the smooth feel of his skin over the raised blood vessels. He was so hard.

  When she lowered her mouth to lick him again, she inhaled his scent, stronger at the base of his cock than at his neck and shoulders where she’d drawn him into her lungs earlier. It was a heady experience being this intimate with a man. Empowering. She longed to see him lose control. Would he hold her gaze when he came or would his eyes flicker closed as he went inside his head?

  Since Dayton wasn’t complaining or providing further instructions, she circled the head of his cock with her tongue and then flicked the tip again.

  He moaned. “You are way too good at that.”

  He had no idea how much those words meant to her. She wanted to please him more than anything. “Mmm.” She did it again, and then licked back down to the base along the top side of his erection.

  “I’m going to give you two choices, sweet girl.”

  She tipped her head back to see his face. “Yes, Sir?”

  “Either you stop now and let me take care of you first before I lose control, or you commit and suck my cock into your mouth until you swallow my come.”

  She loved how he gave her this option. It made her even more eager to suck him. “Option two, please, Sir.”

  He groaned, his head tipping back as if to stare at the ceiling. “No hands. Tongue only for now,” he gritted out.

  She swayed forward again, glad his hand was at the back of her head to keep her steady. He wasn’t pushing her at all. In fact, she wasn’t sure he even realized where his hand was. But she was well aware of his fingers threaded in the thick locks. The slight pull made her arousal climb higher, reminding her of how Rex had tugged on her hair just last night.

  Was it wrong for her to think of another man right now? Probably, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop. In fact, she wished he were here right now, watching, or participating. She didn’t care. Surely, she was losing her mind.

  Shaking thoughts of Rex from her brain, she put all her attention into licking Dayton’s erection up and down the shaft until he began to sway and a slight moan escaped his lips.

  Precome gathered over and over again at the tip, and she lapped it up each time, familiarizing herself with his taste, preparing herself to take him deep into her mouth.

  “Suck me, sweet girl,” he murmured.

  She parted her lips and slowly took him into her mouth. Something about this experience was nothing like any other blowjob she’d ever given before. She was far more eager and aroused. Her other experimenting had been more so that she could grasp the concept. Tonight was different. Tonight, Dayton was dominating her perfectly. She wasn’t just servicing him. She craved it. She was horny. Her breasts were heavy. Her nipples stiff. Her pussy was wet and pulsing.

  She sucked him slowly into the back of her throat, surprised with her ability to avoid gagging. She wanted to please him so badly. She wanted to feel all that power on her tongue. She wanted him to come undone and know she’d had a part in that.

  Blowjobs were a very different dynamic than vaginal sex. Not just the intimacy, but the control. No matter what position a man used to penetrate her pussy, he was ultimately in control. Here, with her mouth surrounding Dayton’s cock, even though he was in command and had a hand on her head, she felt the power.

  She slowly pulled off his cock and then slammed back down again.

  Dayton held the base, a slight tremor in his hand. He was keeping her from taking all of him, intentionally or not. She was grateful because she didn’t think she could swallow deeper than she already was.

  To increase the pressure, she hollowed her cheeks. Apparently, that was appreciated, because Dayton leaned closer, a humming sound coming from deep inside him. “I’m going to come, sweet girl.”

  She doubled her efforts, sucking harder and taking him as far as she dared.

  His grip on her head tightened a moment before his entire body stiffened. As his come began to squirt down her throat, a low sexy moan filled the room. Erica swallowed until the pulsing stopped and he was dry.

  He pulled out of her moments later, his hand moving from his cock to her cheek. “Jesus, Erica. That was incredible.”

  She smiled up at him as she lowered her butt to sit back on her heels. Her legs were shaking. “Thank you, Sir.”

  Damn, she loved the look on his face. It was worth every drop of come. She would gladly suck him off any time if that was how he looked when he was sated.

  Chapter 26

  Dayton needed to pull himself together. It had been a long time since anyone affected him so strongly. It was also rare for him to let a submissive bring him to orgasm before he’d thoroughly worked her into a frenzy and pushed her over the edge at least once.

  Something about Erica was causing h
im to break all the rules. Since when did he date submissives? Not often. Not lately. Since when did he take a date back to her place and dominate her? Rarely. Since when did he get involved with a twenty-two-year-old woman? Not since he’d been that age. Since when did he share? Fucking never.

  What was with him?

  He knew the answer. She was intriguing and worth it. He wanted to know more, and every moment he spent with her only endeared him further. Even the way she blurted out that she’d had sex with Rex had been cute. The way she fidgeted when she was nervous made his dick hard every time.

  Now, she was on her knees in front of him, her big eyes wide with pride for having so deliciously sucked him off, waiting for his next instructions. And his brain was still firing in every direction from his own orgasm.

  He cupped the sides of her face and leaned down to kiss her lips reverently. She was adorable with all that dark hair tumbling down her back. Her nipples were hard and begging for attention. He had no doubt if he fingered her, he would find her soaked.

  Dayton needed to get creative. He needed to come up with a way to make her head spin, dominating her without his toy bag and without striking her bottom.

  He was well aware that impact play was her favorite form of release, and he suspected Rex had come up with some other way to dominate her last night considering he too wouldn’t have struck her after three nights in a row. Dayton wasn’t about to ask for details about the night before. Not a chance. But Lord, he wished he knew. All Dayton could do was follow his gut and do what felt right between him and Erica now. If he and Rex were going to compete for Erica’s affection, Dayton would have to pull out all the stops and rock her world.

  Finally, he came up with a plan. “Let’s go to your room.”

  She nodded. “Yes, Sir.” The grace and experience with submission was impressive for her age. She must have started attending BDSM clubs almost as soon as she legally could. She knew her mind well and reacted to every domination with confidence.

  Dayton pointed at her bed when they reached her room. “Remove the comforter. Climb up. Hands and knees, facing the headboard.”