He kicked open the door and made his way to the bed. She was a soft bundle in his arms. He would have been content to simply hold her. She was warm and half naked, and he would likely never forget that moment when he’d slid the corset off her and saw her breasts for the first time. They were perfect. Round and just enough to fill his hands. He’d loved the way her nipples had felt against his chest, the way she’d leaned into him when she gave over.
It had been the single most intimate moment of his life and he didn’t want it to end. No matter what he told himself, he wanted more with her, and not in some dumbass, dump-her-afterward way so he could feel better about himself. That had been a momentary insanity. Now that he was alone in the room with her and her skin glowed like a pearl, he was willing to admit he would take any time he could get with this woman. He would take anything she offered him and be grateful for the time they had.
He would do just about anything to keep her.
He gently laid her down on the bed and then turned on the nightstand light. He couldn’t do this in the dark. He needed to see her. When he dragged the skirt off her hips, she didn’t fight him. She just looked up as he tossed it aside.
Her chest moved as she stretched out on the bed, a tired smile on her face. “I liked that, Jesse. I didn’t think I would.”
He’d known what she needed. He’d known it for months, but she’d seemed so standoffish. Would things be different if he’d taken charge? It didn’t matter now. He was in charge of this. She’d told him to make love to her and she still had a safe word in place. “I’m going to kiss you now, Phoebe.”
She nodded up at him, eyes suddenly going serious. “I want you to kiss me. I’ve thought about it for a very long time. Kissing you in your office wasn’t enough.”
He’d thought about it since the moment he’d laid eyes on her. Too much time had passed, and now he had to be careful he didn’t simply devour her whole. He had to make this good for her. He had to make her crave this the way he craved her.
He sat down on the bed beside her, his hand covering her breast. When he ran his thumb over the hardened nipple, she gasped and her back bowed, pressing her breast up into his hand. “You’re so fucking beautiful. They were all watching you. They were all thinking about how beautiful you were.”
Yeah, he hadn’t missed the way she’d responded to being shown off. He’d felt a shudder go through her when he’d turned her around. At first he’d been worried it had been from distaste, but then she’d leaned against him and her body had gone languid.
“I can’t believe I did that.”
“You liked it. Do you think you would like me to really show you off? That was just a little taste. I could properly show off my gorgeous sub.”
“How would you do that?”
“I would show them your breasts.” He cupped the other one, pressing them up so the nipples were aligned and just above his thumbs. “Look at how beautiful these breasts are. They belong to me. I’m the man who gets to play with them. See these pretty nipples? It’s my tongue that drags across them, my teeth that nip at them, my mouth that sucks on them.”
He moved his hand up to her chin. “Such a pretty face, and look at that mouth.” He dragged his thumb across her plump bottom lip. “That mouth was made to kiss, and it was definitely made to fuck. I’m the Dom who gets to shove my cock into this lovely mouth. My cock gets loved on by these lips and that tongue.”
She looked up at him, her eyes flaring just before she swiped her tongue along his thumb. The sensation seemed to go straight to his cock. It pulsed and threatened to break through his leathers in an attempt to get to her, but he was going to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was in control.
“We’ll get to that later. Don’t you want to know what else I’ll show off when I get you naked on a stage again? What else do you think I’ll touch and show everyone? What else will they want to see?”
Her face flushed and she moved a little restlessly under his hands. His words were getting to her. She might have thought she was vanilla before, but he was going to show her just how much fun being dirty could be. “My pussy. You’ll show off my pussy.”
There was his eager puppy cock once more trying to have its way. He loved the breathless way she said pussy and yes, she had properly answered his question so she deserved a treat. He trailed his hand down her torso, past the valley of her breasts and over her softly curved belly. His eyes took in every inch of her gorgeous skin, illuminated by the low light. She practically glowed for him. Her breath hitched as his fingers brushed over the mound of her pussy.