“All right, then. Here you don’t have to be anything but a woman.” His other hand found her knee. “When we’re playing, you’re to let everything else go and concentrate on pleasing me. I’m going to do the same thing. When we agree we’re in a session, nothing else intrudes. You’re my only focus and I’m yours.”
That was exactly what she wanted. When they were together, they were together. When they weren’t, they were friends. He would be her retreat. “I assure you I’m wholly focused on you, Owen. But I would like to know the rules. I’d like to talk about them. I’m one of those people who likes to know what’s expected. I might or might not behave, but I don’t want to be caught off guard.”
That hand of his moved higher on her leg. “No high protocol and curse me all you like. For me that’s not a sign of disrespect. I’m a Dom because I like it, because I’m wired to take control, not because I need respect. If I do something you’re scared of or you find distasteful, tell me you’re yellow. I’ll stop and we’ll talk. If I hurt you in a way that doesn’t enhance your pleasure, you tell me red and it stops then and there. I’ll back off and I won’t touch you again until you’re comfortable.”
It struck her that he was offering her the best of all worlds. He would take control, but only until she didn’t want him to. She could explore how pain and pleasure and control intermingled and enhanced the sexual experience, but in the safest of ways. And he wasn’t an asshole about it. She’d read somewhere some dominant partners wouldn’t let their submissives touch them without permission. He wouldn’t do that to her. She wasn’t sure why she knew that, but she did. It made her bold, let her reach up and gently scrape her palm across his scruff. Sexy scruff.
She could swear that man purred for her.
“Affection will go a long way with me, love.” His eyes closed briefly as she rubbed a hand over his cheek and down to his neck. When they came open again she would have sworn she’d never seen blue eyes that hot before. “We’re starting now. Are you feeling all right about it?”
She nodded, watching the way his lips moved. Plump and sensual, she wanted to know how it felt to have them on her breasts and at her core. “I’m feeling very excited about starting. It went so fast the first time. I liked it, but I wanted more.”
His hand was warm between her thighs. Possessive. Not a word she loved, but it felt right now. “I did, too. I wanted to kiss you more, touch you more. I wanted to feel your mouth on me, put mine on you. Can I stay the night?”
She shouldn’t let him. She had a date tomorrow. Was she really going to get up from bed with him and get ready to go out with another man? Yet it was what they’d agreed on. What did she want? Couldn’t she indulge herself? “Yes.”
It would be a good way to figure out if this thing could work, if they could be…whatever they were talking about being. Fuck buddies. Booty calls.
Lovers.
“Good, because what I want to do is going to take a while. But first, I’m going to kiss you, Becca. I can’t stop thinking about how good it was to kiss you.”
“I want that, too.”
“All right then from now until either you tell me we’re done or we leave this apartment, I’m in charge. You’ll do as I say. You can ask any question you want. You can stop it, but give it a chance. From now at least until dawn, you belong to me. You’re my gorgeous fuck toy, and I assure you I’m going to use you well.”
Somehow every dirty word that came out of his mouth pulled her tauter, like a bowstring waiting to let fly. “Okay.”
A stupid word, but the only one she could think of at the moment since his hand was so close to her pussy. She couldn’t see his hand because she was still in her now too-tight skirt, but she could feel it, feel his heat and intent. God, she wanted him to stroke her.
She wanted to be his fuck toy all night long.
“Now you’re in for it, girl,” he said before his mouth covered hers. He kissed her long and slow, as though trying to show her how the night would go. Long. Patient. Luscious.
“I’m going to teach you something, Becca.” The words shimmered against her lips. “I’m going to teach you how to fuck like a man.”
She giggled. She couldn’t help it. “Do I get a strap-on?”
He growled at her, but it was a playful sound and his arms tightened. That hand on her thigh finally skimmed over her pussy and she shivered at the touch, heat flashing through her. No man in the world had ever gotten her so hot so fast. If he’d wanted to, she would have allowed him to shove her on the couch, push her skirt up, and fuck her right then and there.
“You’ll never get a strap-on, love,” he said against her ear as those clever fingers of his started teasing their way inside her panties. “That’s not what I meant. A man doesn’t think about anything but sex when he’s fucking. Well, unless he’s trying his damnedest to make it last and then he’ll think some boring-as-hell thoughts. But mostly all he thinks about is how he feels. How do you feel right now, Becca?”
“I feel like I want you to keep kissing me.”
“No, that’s not what I mean. Let go of what’s going to happen and concentrate on the now. I don’t want you to think even a minute ahead of right now. We live in this second when we’re together. How do you feel?”
How did she feel? Not what did she want? How did it feel to be surrounded by him, overwhelmed by him? That wasn’t what he was asking either. She had to go smaller, narrow down her field of study. How did it feel to have his mouth close to her? His hands grazing her clitoris? “I feel desired. I feel wanted. I feel good.”
“And I feel like I’m ten feet tall. I feel needed, and that feels really bloody good.” He put his teeth on the lobe of her ear, nipping her and sending a thrill through her body. “Keep that focus. Think about what I’m doing to your body.” His hand came out from under her skirt. His arm unwrapped from her waist and he sat back. “Now take off your clothes for me.”
She had to hold on to him for a moment, trying to find her balance. Jerk. She’d actually been pretty close. All it would have taken was a couple of strokes and she would have found her first orgasm of the evening. But no, the Dom had to play with her more. “I’m feeling frustrated.”
“But you’re looking gorgeous, my darling,” he said with the sweetest smile. “Off with your clothes.”
She got to her feet because she’d signed up for his bossiness. She started to unbutton her cardigan.
“Go slow with that,” he commanded.
“With my clothes?”
“With the sweater.”
Pervert. “My cardigan gets you hot?”
“That cardigan makes you look like the sweetest librarian in the world. Between that and those sexy fucking glasses you’re wearing, I want to toss you up against the nearest stack of books I can find and fuck you until you can’t see straight or think at all. And we’ll have to be very quiet about it because we’ll be in a library. Hush. Will you be able to keep quiet while I impale you on my cock?”
She wasn’t sure she could keep quiet around him at all. She slowly unbuttoned the first two buttons. “You have very specific fantasies. Were you madly in love with your school librarian?”
A cloud passed over his eyes, but it was gone so quickly she would have sworn it was a shadow. “Not at all. I wasn’t big on school, but damn me, I love a smart woman. How many do you have?”
Cardigans? “Probably ten or so. They’re easy. They’re kind of like a uniform for me, I guess.”
One she’d never considered sexy, but it was obvious they did something for Owen. When she’d unbuttoned completely, she eased the sweater off her shoulders and made quick work of her blouse and skirt.
Owen watched her like a lazy tiger who knew damn well he was going to get his dinner, and he didn’t mind playing with it. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in her white cotton bikini panties and utilitarian bra. If he thought they were boring, it didn’t show in his eyes.
“Come here.”
She hesitated. “I thought you wanted me naked.”