“I’m rubbing. So you’re a Dominatrix. I can live with that. Any other problems?”
“No problems.” She shook her head. “I said complications, not problems. Most of the professional Dominatrixes I know end up dating clients. There’s a lot of heat in those sessions. Husbands and boyfriends aren’t thrilled at the idea of having a wife or a girlfriend who spends a lot of time alone with naked, horny, kinky men.”
“I can see how that would be a complication. I can handle it, though.”
“Can you handle these?” She pointed to her back. “I’m a Switch, remember? You’re not. If and when I need or want pain or domination, I couldn’t get that from you, right?”
“I can’t hit a woman,” he said. “Not for love or money.”
Nora nodded. “Thought so. So that means when my Switch-side comes out, and trust me, it comes out, I’d take it elsewhere.”
Lance wrapped his hand around his cock. Nora had never wanted to be a man’s right hand so much in her life.
“I could live with that. I wouldn’t like it...but as long as it didn’t happen all the time.”
“About once every couple of months, he calls me and I go to him.”
Lance seemed to think about that. “Once every couple of months is tolerable.”
“This might not be—I don’t want kids,” she said, giving him a “take that” stare.
“I already have a kid,” Lance countered.
“I don’t want to get married,” Nora shot back.
“I’ve already been married.” Lance raised his eyebrow in a two-can-play-this-game taunt.
“You keep this up and I’m going to start masturbating on the couch, too.”
“Was that supposed to be a threat?”
“It was,” Nora said with a sigh. “I think I need to work on my threatening skills.”
“I think I need to come.”
“I think you need to come too as much as I need to watch you come.” Nora rolled up onto her knees and scooted closer to Lance. “Will you come for me? Just a request, not an order.”
“Since you asked so nicely...” He turned his head and smiled at her, a lazy, sexy, seductive smile with a glinting twinkle in his eyes that made her feel like she’d just eased into a hot bath. And like a woman soaking in a hot bath, she was undeniably wet.
“I wish I could help,” she said as his hand started to move faster.
“You are helping. Just being around you makes me hard.”
“I know I’m cute but that’s quite a compliment.”
“It’s not the way you look,” he said, his voice getting breathless. She raised her eyebrow at him. “Okay, not entirely. The world is full of beautiful women, but there are so few of them like you.”
“And what am I like?”
“You’re like a queen. You’re strong and fearless. Men serve you. They want to serve you. Hell, they should serve you. You don’t answer to anybody. You don’t apologize to anyone. You walked into that judge’s house like you owned it. You beat the shit out of a billionaire. You put the moves on me faster, harder and smoother than any soldier, sailor or marine ever put on any girl in any bar in the history of the world. You make me wish we lived a thousand years ago. I’d slay dragons for you, Mistress.”
“I like dragons.”
“Then I’d tame one and bring it to you as tribute, complete with collar.”
“Do you want to wear my collar, Lance?” Nora asked, the question coming out before she even realized what she was saying.
“I’d wear it with pride, Mistress. Every night of my life.”
Nora reached out and laid a hand on his neck, pressing lightly into his throat, making a collar out of her fingers. Lance closed his eyes, let his head fall back.
“Are you fantasizing?” Nora asked, pulsing her hand against his neck.
“Yes and no. It’s just images right now.”
“Tell me.”
“You...naked.”
“Good image.”
“And on top of me. I love being tied down,” Lance confessed, his hand moving faster on himself.
“You look amazing in leather wrist and ankle cuffs. I bet with your body you’d look incredible in a black leather chest harness. Maybe some armbands for those amazing biceps of yours.”
“I’m fantasizing about you fucking me, and you’re fantasizing about dressing me up?”
“It’s a girl thing. You have a great body. I’d love to show it off to the world. Or at least my kinky little corner of it.”
“Gorgeous body? You’ve forgotten the scars.”
“Scars are sexy. Scars mean you’ve lived.”
Nora felt Lance’s pulse beating against her hand, growing harder every second.
“What else do you see, Lance?”
He opened his eyes and looked at her.
“A future with you. Maybe.”
Nora swallowed and whispered, “Big maybe. Now come for me.”
With a soft gasp Lance came, semen shooting out and landing on his stomach.
“God, I needed that,” he said, his body relaxing deep into the couch.
“I could tell.”