Only time would tell if it worked.
His footsteps stilled. Knowing him, he was trying to figure out if I was mocking him again or ready to play for real. He didn’t come to me as I hoped. I heard his movement continue past and into the bedroom. Distantly, I heard the bathroom door close, yet I didn’t move.
When he came out, hope sprang in me—only to falter. Once again, he made no move toward me or even spoke to me. I forced myself to stay put and wait. I owed him this. More than that, I owed us. I couldn’t let him walk out of my life forever without knowing if we could find common ground.
All relationships involved compromise. There were unspoken rules as to who would lead.
I had to admit, I’d enjoyed him tying me up, whether it was the belt from my robe or binding me to the obedience chair. Watching him whip that woman had turned me on more than I’d been willing to admit. Wasn’t one of the reasons Hans and I hadn’t worked out because I found him too nice? I wanted a man to manhandle me in bed. Toss me around and shove his huge cock inside me.
This man was that. Check, check, check…
Consumed by my thoughts, I hadn’t noticed his approach. A tug—almost to the point of pain—pulled my head back and I stared into blue eyes that were black in the shadowy darkness of the room.
“You want to play.” He smelled of whiskey, but hadn’t slurred a word.
Unable to completely nod with my head bent back as it was, I gave a short bob of my head. Suddenly, I was free, and I bowed my head forward, biting back the instinct to fight back. This was what I wanted.
Footsteps retreated but not far. He didn’t immediately speak after I heard him sit—likely on the sofa.
“Come,” he said.
The word was dark and stroked every inch of my skin. I shivered.
As I started to get to my feet, he said, “Crawl, don’t walk.”
I shifted onto all fours and slowly moved toward him. I made the mistake of meeting his eyes until I remembered and shifted my focus to the floor ahead of me. I stopped when I was close enough to touch his feet. There I faltered, unsure if I should remain or kneel. I waited, sure he would tell me what to do next.
“This isn’t a game,” he said. “This is your last chance to get up and go to the bedroom and we’ll forget this ever happened.”
I shook my head.
“If you stay, I expect complete obedience.”
When he said nothing after I shook my head again, I dared look into his face. He licked his lips and damn if I wasn’t soaking wet.
“Sit on the sofa there.” He indicated the spot opposite him. “Spread your legs.”
It had been years since I’d been shy about my body. It wasn’t perfect, but I’d owned my skin for quite some time. This would be the easiest of his requests of me.
I crawled over even though he hadn’t specified, and I could tell he was pleased when I finally positioned myself in the corner of the sofa with my legs spread. If the lights had been on, he could have seen how wet I was. Suddenly a click, and he aimed the gooseneck lamp at my pussy.
“Pleasure yourself as if I wasn’t here.”
There may have been hesitation. Yes, I’d played seductress before. But I hadn’t fully gotten myself off in front of a man, especially not one like him.
His appraising eyes watched as I wet two fingers in my mouth before drawing a line to my clit. I circled it before applying any direct pressure. When I finally made direct contact, I couldn’t stop myself from hissing and tossing my head back. I took a slower journey south, picturing his tongue dancing between my legs.
Self-exploration had never felt so good. With my eyes closed, I still felt his heated stare as I dipped first one then two fingers inside. I moaned because it felt damn good. I wanted him to be touching me. So far he resisted, but maybe if I let go and showed him all I was thinking and not saying, he’d join me.
My pumping action had crescendoed to a fever pitch when he said, “How close are you?”
I eeked out, “Close.” It sounded more like a breath than a word.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I unabashedly replied on a moan.
“How do you want me to fuck you?”
Just hearing the man say fuck sent me hurdling closer to the edge. “I want you to take that big fat cock of yours and shove it in my pussy. I want you to fuck me like you want to hurt me. I want you to slap my ass and pull my hair and tell me when to come.”