His mouth twitched under how sweet she looked all used up, as well as that he’d proven his point. While domination went far deeper than dominating a person’s body, this was the first step to helping her understand the complexity of the lifestyle. “Tell me, how many orgasms have you had with a man during one encounter?”
“Before you, sometimes one, sometimes none.”
Kyler grinned at that answer. Though he also noticed that haunted look in her gaze had returned. It didn’t trouble him like it had before, because now he’d seen her without it. He knew what she looked like free of all troubles. That meant he could bring her out of it.
Trust paved the path to her sharing that information with him, and he saw the possibility of that happening. Christ, he’d ensure it did. Brushing his fingers over her soft cheek, he asked, “Why do you think you came so much tonight?”
She sighed, leaning in to his touch. “Because you pushed me past what I thought I could take.”
He nodded. “That, Ella, is known as pushing limits. It’s my knowing just how far to take you.”
She regarded him with a curious look. “And how far is too far?”
He smiled, leaning his head against the wall. “If I touched your clit right now, I think you might be inclined to hit me.”
Her brows furrowed. “How do you know that?”
With a grin he knew was sure-as-shit devilish, he pushed gently on her shoulder, placing some space between. Then he dropped his hand and pinched her clit. Her eyes went huge and she screamed a sound of half annoyance and half pain.
“Fuck.” She slapped his arm.
He chuckled. “Told ya.”
Chapter Twelve
Monday morning brought a sunny day and the scorching-hot sun blazed against Ella’s shoulders. After parking her car at the office, Ella went to grab a vanilla latte at the coffee shop. With cup in hand, she strode by the Golden Nugget, and the noise from the casino spilled out into the dry, hot air, even at a quarter to nine in the morning. Her heels clicked against the sidewalk as her mind swirled back to her weekend in Club Sin.
Her body ached in various places with each step she took. Some spots, like between her thighs, were sore from Kyler’s rough lovemaking, but her hips ached from the light bruises he’d left.
Not that she minded.
When she touched the tender spots on her flesh, she shivered, reminded of when he took her so passionately. Friday night with Kyler had been enough to send her into sensory overload, but the next night he’d taken her out to his truck and had sex with her right there on the hood, for all to see.
To her disappointment, no one witnessed their lovemaking. She couldn’t quite understand why she found herself so aroused by the naughtiness of public sex, but she didn’t overanalyze it.
All she knew was that she wanted more.
The majority of Sunday they spent in her bed, except to order Chinese food for dinner and to watch an action flick that had kept Kyler on the edge of his seat. Then she’d gone to bed alone and read BDSM 101. If she planned to go into this lifestyle, she’d learn as much as she could first.
She’d be educated, not looking like a deer stuck in headlights.
When she rounded the corner, she reminded herself she hadn’t wanted a boyfriend. Yet somehow it seemed so natural with Kyler that she couldn’t stop wanting him around.
Being around him was easy. Comfortable.
She finally reached the law office and someone standing by the front doors caught her eye, slowing her steps. Flickers of anger and slight fear burned through her as she stared into soft brown eyes. “What are you doing here?” she asked, gritting her teeth.
Rory raked a hand through his styled dirty-blond hair. A smile that had once charmed her crossed his face. “I had some vacation time. So, here I am.”
“I believe I made it perfectly clear for you to stay away from me, and the restraining order proves that enough.” She crossed her arms, scanning the street. Confirming no one she knew would witness this exchange, she turned to Rory. “You shouldn’t be here.”
The corners of his mouth tightened. “If you would just talk to me, then all this could be avoided. I wouldn’t have to go to these extremes.”
Numerous outs to this conversation rushed through her mind, but she knew Rory and how determined he was. “Fine. Talk. You have a minute.”
“I’m sorry, Ella,” he said softly.
“You’ve already said that. Repeatedly. I know you’re sorry.”