Pole Position (Country Roads 2)

Her eyes met his.

“Let’s get one thing straight right now,” he said, pausing and obviously searching for the right words. “Assuming I’m a Dom, and assuming I enjoy activities with submissive women, you’ll answer me when I ask you a question. Besides, it’s a matter of respect. When anyone asks you a question, you should answer them.”

She laughed. “In this case, the question you’re asking me is none of your business.”

He yanked her forward and she landed against his chest. He roughly looped one arm around her waist and held her against him. “That’s where you’re wrong. If you’re going to bed with me, you’ll answer the question.”

“Why does it matter?”

“You know why,” he said, his eyes searching hers.

When she didn’t give him a response at all, his mouth slammed against hers. His tongue parted her lips and he kissed her like he would die if he didn’t find new life in their kiss. He drove into her mouth with a searching tongue, his apparent need fueled as the kiss deepened.

“Spread your legs for me,” he whispered against her lips.

She did as he requested, aware of the fact that as he was working his belt free, his kiss was becoming more ravenous.

He cleared his throat. “You’re such a pretty woman, Princess.”

“I’m your woman, Colt. I’ve always wanted to be your woman.”

His hands went to her hair and he shoved his fingers through the layers, gripping her head with both hands as his lips continued to assault hers, his mouth traveling down her neck, across her chest, and nipping at her nipple.

He was driving her crazy. The heat between her legs pooled at her pussy lips and she tossed her head back as he returned to her mouth again. This time, he was like a savage hunter as he explored her mouth. His tongue thrust through her lips and darted in and out. “Oh baby, you have no idea the things I will do to you.”

He pushed her down on the bed and stood perfectly still, watching until she displayed herself appropriately, and there was no question that’s why he waited. She’d first tried striking a pose as she laid on her right side. When she didn’t get the reaction she wanted, she stretched out on her back and hoped he’d tower over her, unable to keep his distance.

When that didn’t work, she thought of the images she’d seen on the computer. She’d studied a lot of BDSM sites when she’d searched for material on submissive practices. Some of the things she’d read were quite useful, but the fact was, the pictures—the black and white or color images—were what stayed in her mind.

She spread her legs as wide as they would go, stretched her arms overhead, and watched as the lust darkened her lover’s eyes. There was no question, she’d found the position her dominant partner would appreciate, the way she appealed to him most.

Chapter Fourteen

Colt couldn’t take his eyes off her. Good God, he

’d never expected Princess to offer him something like this. He’d certainly hoped that one day, sometime in the future, he could confide in her and tell her who and what he was, but this was far more than he’d anticipated. He would’ve never thought she was so perceptive that she already knew what he enjoyed, understood what he needed.

He strolled across the room on a search for the things he’d carefully hidden. He wondered then why he’d tucked away his playthings, the toys he realized a submissive woman would enjoy. He froze as soon as he knelt down to the hidden cabinet located behind his television.

A submissive woman had certain expectations, but what about a virgin? Assuming Princess was, in fact, a virgin. He didn’t doubt that. She’d all but told him the truth when she refused to give him an answer. Why was that? Didn’t she know what a prize she’d be? Didn’t she understand how special she was to him already?

Naturally, being a virgin, pure and untouched, would sweeten their moment, make for an endearing evening. At least for him.

Hell. That was the problem. He’d enjoy himself, but what about her? He couldn’t do the things to Princess that he would consider doing with another submissive. He’d scare her to death!

Wouldn’t he?

He cleared his throat and looked in the dark cubby housing his toys. He retrieved a basket of lubes, condoms, nipple clamps, and a paddle he felt sure she’d appreciate. He strolled back to the bed and placed the container of goodies right next to her.

“I need to know what kind of experiences you’ve had, Princess.”

She gave him a shy smile and he cleared his throat. “Has a man ever touched you, sub?”

Observant, he couldn’t help but notice how her body jerked when he spoke to her in a more authoritative tone. He watched her hooded eyes, the way her lips moistened as she swiped her tongue over the fullness of her mouth.

When she didn’t respond, he knelt to the bed. He fingered her nipples and said, “Has anyone ever touched you here?”

She writhed under his hand and she placed her palm over his forearm, encouraging him to play. “I’ve been touched.”