Tempting Elizabeth

by Becca Jameson

  She scrambled down from the SUV without comment. Obviously, she’d been in a daze. There was no reason to be nervous. Flynn wouldn’t hurt a flea. She knew that, but she wasn’t accustomed to going home with men, so this was a huge step for her. Intellectually, she trusted him. Emotionally, she was always on the defensive.

  Flynn led her to the front door and held it open for her.

  As she stepped into his personal space, she took several deep breaths. She immediately fell in love with everything about this house. The inside was also nautical. White and blue furniture and rugs and paint. Bright. Sunny. The back wall was all glass, letting in the natural sun and providing a view of the patio and yard. The landscape matched the front of the house—palm trees and white rocks and tropical plants.

  There was a firepit surrounded by navy lounge chairs and an outdoor bar. So inviting.

  “Would you like to go out back? It’s nice out. I’ll grab us something to drink. Water? Soda? Beer? Wine?”

  She glanced at him as she headed for the sliding glass doors that led from this great, massive room to the outside. Maybe it was a coincidence, but he’d given the perfect suggestion. She would feel calmer outside for now. “A beer would be great, actually.”

  Two minutes later, he joined her on the patio, handing her a cold bottle. He nodded toward a comfy-looking swivel chair. “Sit. I promise nothing on my patio will automatically strap you down.” His teasing voice made her chuckle. The man couldn’t do more than he was doing to soothe her.

  She lowered into the offered seat as he took the matching one about a foot away. There was a small glass table between them. After a long draw from the beer, she set the bottle on the table. “Your place is amazing.”

  “Thanks. It took me about a year to purchase something after I moved back here, and I’ve slowly been turning it into a home ever since.” He leaned forward, setting his elbows on his knees. “I really appreciate you helping my mom out. You didn’t have to do it. I’m sorry I was an ass about it, and you’re definitely under no obligation to sleep with me.”

  She met his gaze, inhaling slowly before releasing her breath. “I know. I want to.”

  He chuckled. “You look like you’d rather eat dog poop.”

  She shook her head, her face heating. “Sorry. It’s just…been a long time. I don’t let people get that close to me.”

  “Would I be overstepping to ask why? Did something happen to you?”

  She picked up the beer and took another drink. “It’s a reasonable assumption, and it’s fair of you to ask, but I’m not ready to share beyond saying yes. Something happened.”

  He nodded slowly, his brow furrowed, as expected. “I see. Recently?”

  “No. It’s been twelve years.”

  He swallowed. “Has it been twelve years since you had sex?”

  “Yes.” No sense holding back.

  He leaned back in his seat, his beer hanging from his fingers, seemingly forgotten. He held her gaze the entire time. His voice was filled with sympathy. “I’m so sorry, E.”

  She nodded and took another sip. “It was a long time ago.”

  “But it hung with you so tightly that you haven’t let your guard down in over a decade.”

  “Yes.”

  “Did you become a Domme after that incident?”

  “Yes.”

  He nodded slowly. “I see. You’re good at dominating. There’s no doubt. You’re fucking hot, and you make people feel deeply. It’s mesmerizing to watch.”

  “Thank you,” she murmured.

  “But maybe that’s not the only side of you. Maybe you need to submit to someone else from time to time. Let go of the reins. Let yourself experience some of the joy you give other people.”

  She glanced down at her lap, her body stiffening. She knew he was right, but she didn’t think she had it in her to do it. “Maybe we could just have sex and see how it goes,” she suggested.

  “We could, but I don’t want to. I’m not in the habit of seeing how it goes. I prefer to make sure my partners end up so satisfied that they can’t wipe the smile off their face and can’t wait to do it again.”

  She smirked. “Cocky much?”

  “Confident.” He hesitated. “Will you submit to me?”

  She forced herself to breathe. “I don’t know.”

  “I’m beyond humbled that you’ve shared such a painful experience with me. I don’t take it lightly. It’s an enormous responsibility. I need you to trust that I’ll read the signs and do whatever it takes to get you to a place where you’ll be sated.”

  She lifted her gaze and cocked her head to one side, warmth filling her entire body at the way he managed to say all the right things. “What about you? You don’t submit either. Maybe you should try it. I’m pretty good at bringing people to their knees.”

  He shook his head. “I’m a Dom, E. Through and through. I can marginally permit someone to demonstrate on me for the experience. That’s where I draw the line. You’re never going to get me on my knees in front of you.”

  She knew he was telling the truth, but she didn’t know what else to say. Agreeing to submit to him was like ripping off a band aid. She wasn’t sure she could do it. What if she panicked?

  What if he rocks your world and makes the stars align?

  He continued, leaning closer. “I feel confident that I’ve seen another side of you. You slid into a subspace just doing a demo yesterday. I wanted to reach between your legs and make you come so badly. I had to force myself not to touch you so intimately. We hadn’t negotiated anything like that, and there was a room full of people.”

  She felt a renewed flush creep up her cheeks. He was right. He was also observant. He probably could have brought her to orgasm with very little effort. She was going to do this. She needed to do this. Now. Today. Right here. With Flynn. She met and held his gaze. “Okay. Let’s do it. But I need you to promise this stays between us. It stays in your home.”

  He frowned. “E, I would never tell a soul about what we do in private.”

  “My safeword is red, but you better not ignore stop either. I’m not sure where my mind will go if I panic. I can’t promise I can go through with it.”

  He nodded, his expression serious. “Red or stop will end the scene immediately. How about you cut yourself some slack and don’t think of this as all or nothing. Let me ease you back into submission. Baby steps. We don’t have to have sex. Don’t even put pressure on yourself to orgasm. Today is all about exploration. Nothing more.”

  Her pussy clenched at the mention of the word sex. What she really wanted to do was jump out of this chair, strip him down, and ride his cock just to remind herself what it felt like to be that full. But he was right. She needed to take this one step at a time. It wasn’t a race. “Okay, but just to be clear. I’m negotiating a sex scene here. I’d really like this to end with you buried inside me. If I safe out, fine, but don’t decide to stop at some point out of some sense of chivalry. I kinda need to be fucked.”

  He smiled slowly. “I don’t think you need to worry there. My cock has been hard for you for days. I’ll only stop if you tell me to or if I think you’re panicking and being too stubborn to call a halt.”

  “Admittedly, I am kinda stubborn.” She grinned, hoping to lighten the mood.

  “That’s an understatement.” He stood and reached out a hand. “Come on. Let’s go inside. As much as I’d love to see you naked on my patio, you’re not ready for that level of perceived exposure.”

  She glanced around as she took his hand. There was a solid wood fence that was pretty high around his property. No one would be able to see her if she were naked out here, but he was right. She didn’t need that added concern. Not today.

  Flynn led her back into the house, holding her hand at the small of his back. He continued down a short hallway that had several doors. At the end of the hall, a pair of French doors opened up to the master bedroom.

  Keeping in theme with the rest of the house, this roo
m was also done in blues, but where the kitchen and living room were white with blue accents, this room was mostly dark navy with various other shades of blue tossed around. Pillows, curtains, rugs. The floor was hardwood, and she shivered at the thought of kneeling on it. Even the oval rug in swirls of blues would be hard on the knees.

  Flynn gave her a minute to soak in his space and then pulled her against his chest, cupped her face, and kissed her.

  She softened against him immediately, remembering how fucking good of a kisser he was. His hands landed on her back and smoothed slowly up into her hair, threading in the messy thick length with just enough pressure to make her arch into him farther.

  By the time he pulled back, they were both panting. “I need to get out of these damp jeans,” he whispered. “How about you lose the shirt, shorts, and sandals while I change?”

  She nodded, unsure how to respond verbally. Did he expect her to address him as Sir? She wasn’t sure she was ready for that.

  When Flynn released her, she shivered at the loss of his touch. She watched his fine backside as he sauntered toward the walk-in closet.

  She pulled her tank top over her head and then lowered her shorts, stepping out of them before bending to remove her sandals. When she finished, and rose to her full height again, she found Flynn leaning in the doorway to the closet. He was no longer wearing his shirt, he’d changed into a clean pair of jeans, and his feet were bare.

  His gaze was roaming up and down her body, his expression lustful. “The thong is even better than I imagined,” he murmured.

  She flattened her palms at her sides against her thighs, feeling more out of sorts than she had in a long time. She was used to being in control. Of everything. Standing here so exposed and vulnerable was unnerving.

  “You’re a very sexy woman, Elizabeth.”

  “Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.”

  He shoved off the doorframe and sauntered closer. When he reached her side, he circled behind her, his hands threading in her hair. He gathered it in a ponytail and reached over her shoulder. “May I have the band you’re wearing on your wrist?”

  She tugged it off and offered it to him, breathing through this uncanny arrangement.

  After he finished twisting the band around her hair several times, ensuring she wouldn’t be able to hide behind it, he set his hands on her shoulders and leaned in so his lips landed on her ear. “Clasp your hands behind your back. It will keep you from fidgeting.”

  She trembled as she did as he asked, reminding herself this was no big deal. She could do this. He hadn’t asked anything difficult of her yet.

  Yet.

  “Good. Shoulders back. Face lowered.” He set a hand on the back of her head, angling it toward the floor. “Spread your feet apart, E.”

  She sucked in a breath when he called her E. Something about the way he said it got her attention every time. She’d considered clobbering him the first few times, but it was growing on her. It was just between the two of them. It made her feel special somehow.

  Flynn was still at her back, though he’d stepped closer, causing her hands to be clasped against his hardened cock. Awareness flooded her. She wanted to lower his zipper, take him out, explore.

  His hands were everywhere, palms smoothing up and down her arms, around to her belly, her shoulders, her chest. Calming touches. “Good girl,” he whispered. “Now, please tell me what things are an absolute no for you.” His lips came closer to her ear again. “Tell me what he did that would trigger you.”

  She flinched, not wanting to think about Master Phil. He didn’t belong here. Except he was here, and the only way to exorcise him was to work through it. “Don’t ever call me good girl, please.”

  “Shit. You mentioned that the other day. Won’t happen again.”

  “Don’t restrain me in a way that I can’t escape, or gag me, and…” She swallowed.

  “And? Tell me.” His tone was soft. Encouraging. His breath making her shiver.

  “Don’t use a whip or draw blood, please.”

  He winced. Audibly. His body stiffened. Even though he managed to control himself within a few seconds, she felt his rage. He took a few deep breaths. “I’ve never drawn blood from anyone in my life. Not even in a fight as a child. Never.”

  “’Kay,” she breathed out.

  Flynn held still behind her, his hands on her shoulders, gripping gently. He continued to breathe heavily, and she prayed he could pull it together and not demand more from her. She didn’t want to talk about it. She wanted him to fuck her. Fuck the memory of the last time she submitted right out of her.

  Suddenly, she knew the only way she could move forward would be to submit to him. This wasn’t about sex. It was so much more. She needed him to chase away the demons by replacing that memory with a new one, and she was certain he could do it. “Flynn…”

  “E?”

  “Dominate me. Erase it. Replace it. Please.”

  “Absolutely.” He still didn’t comment on the fact that she had not called him Sir. Maybe he didn’t mind. Maybe he was astute enough to know that was a difficult step. He might be a Sir, but he wasn’t her Sir. He was just a man stepping up to the plate to dominate her in a way that would help her heal.

  “When was the last time you were spanked?” he asked, his voice controlled once again.

  “Before then. Twelve years ago.”

  His hands trailed down her body, flattening over her belly and then to her hips. He shuffled to one side of her, giving himself room to mold his fingers to her butt cheek. “Part of me wants to rip this thong off your body.” He tucked his thumb under the elastic as he spoke. “But I kinda like it, so I’d hate to ruin it.”

  She trembled, realizing how much she missed the dirty talk. She could watch porn or read novels or even conjure all sorts of naughty things in her mind in order to masturbate like a professional, but she couldn’t talk dirty to herself.

  “I think I’ll leave it on while I spank you. Would you like that?” He tugged the top band hard, making the entire strip of lace and silk and elastic rub against her clit and work its way up between her folds.

  “Yes,” she breathed, barely audible.

  “Pardon?” He leaned in close again.

  She loved the way he repeatedly put his lips on her ear.

  She cleared her throat. “Yes, Sir.” The word slipped out, and it didn’t kill her.

  Also, he didn’t mention it. “Let’s move to the bed.” He kept a hand on her while he backed up, moving at her pace.

  She was nervous, but he was doing a fantastic job of calming her. He had no idea how much it meant to her.

  Flynn sat on the edge of the bed and angled her to one side. He reached up and cupped her face, lifting her chin so that she was forced to meet his gaze. “I want you over my lap. I’m going to take my time spanking you. Can you do that?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He patted the bed next to him, and she climbed up and lowered her body across his lap, leaving her legs up on the mattress. This was a much more comfortable position than if she had to hold her head up and support her dangling legs.

  Flynn helped arrange her exactly where he wanted her, pulling a pillow over so that she could rest her cheek on it. He lifted her arms and settled them up by her face. And then his hands were on her. Everywhere. Warming her skin. Her back. Her butt. Her thighs. He massaged her neck, helping her relax further. He worked his fingers down her spine, finding and working out any knots.

  Elizabeth completely forgot the reason she was in this position. Her body melted into his thighs. All she could think about was how good it felt to be touched. She’d gone so long without human touch. Not like this anyway. Not in a prolonged fashion. Not for pleasure or for pain. She didn’t let people this close to her. She’d erected a wall a dozen years ago and it didn’t have a door.

  When Flynn unhooked her bra, she was ready. “Lift up for a second, E. Let me pull this off you.”

  She rose up a few inche
s, letting him pull the lace up her arms and toss it aside. She settled back down, her breasts free, her nipples hard points against his comforter. Somehow every sensation was heightened. Except for the thong, she was naked. With a man. In his home. Alone. No one would be able to save her if he took advantage of her vulnerability.

  She stiffened.

  “Take a deep breath, E… That’s it. Blow it out. You’re in control here. Always. Red stops this immediately. Yellow if you need me to slow down.”

  She didn’t respond. It wasn’t necessary. His voice was hypnotic. Exactly what she needed.

  “It means the world to me that you’re giving me your trust for this scene. I won’t take that for granted.” His hands smoothing everywhere while he spoke, one of them trailing down to cup her butt cheek and mold to the soft flesh. “Are you ready?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Surprisingly, she was. She had thought she would have to grit her teeth to get through this, but Flynn had taken his time, letting her acclimate, waiting for her to be in the right headspace.

  He lifted his hand and swatted her butt. Not hard. Just a light slap. It made more noise than the actual physical impact.

  She winced, lifting her feet off the bed and then settling again.

  Another spank, same pressure, other butt cheek.

  She didn’t flinch as hard that time. A deep breath. A long exhale.

  He smoothed his hand over her skin and then lifted it again. It landed a bit harder. Higher. It felt so good. A piece of her broke free and disintegrated, floating away from her like a puff of smoke.

  She sighed.

  “May I continue, E?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was stronger.

  He spanked her again and then palmed the heated spot before continuing.

  She let her mind relax, concentrating on nothing but the feel of his palm against her butt and the way each swat heated her skin further and took away the pain at the same time.

  It was an inexplicable experience—receiving pain to lessen the pain. She explained it dozens of times to people who submitted to her, but she hadn’t let herself receive it for so very long. Every spank added to the mounting need. Not a sexual need, though she knew that was coming too, but more of a growing craving for an emotional release.