Reveal Me, Sir (Doms of Decadence 9)

“Orgasms.”

He chuckled. “Good to hear. Anything else?”

“Double fudge brownies. Iced coffee. Doughnuts.” She sighed. “I love doughnuts.”

“Do you? I’ll remember that.” He nuzzled at her cheek.

She rolled against him.

Connor bit his lip, straining for control as she wriggled around on his lap. Fuck. He couldn’t hold on any longer. “Damn it, baby. I need you so bad. Get on your knees. I have to feel your mouth around me.”

She slid to her knees, her hands shaking as she reached for the zipper of his jeans. He shifted his ass up, helping her pull off his jeans and boxers. His cock sprang free. She licked her lips then leaned in and took the head into her mouth. He groaned and ran his fingers through her hair.

She pulled back. “Does Sir like my mouth around his cock?”

“Sir wants you to stop talking right the fuck now and suck him off. You have five seconds to get up here before you end up with a red ass—again. And then you can give me a blow job.”

She just chuckled. Hmm, seemed that threat wasn’t as intimidating as he’d meant it to be. And then her mouth covered his dick and he forgot every other thought.

“That’s it, take me deep. Good. Very nice. Now keep up the pressure as you move back up. Run your tongue over the head of my dick. That’s so good, little subbie.” He ran his hands through her long hair, enjoying the soft feel of it as it drifted down against his thighs. He felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. “I’m nearly there, wildcat. You want to pull back, you do it now.”

She looked up him with those hazel eyes and drew him deep once more. Well, fuck. His balls grew tight, that familiar burning in his lower back grew more intense. He threw his head back, his cry loud enough to wake the neighbors as he came.

And she sucked down every drop.

Fuck, yes.

11

She followed him into his hotel room. It wasn’t the nicest place she’d ever been in, but it was definitely a step up from her apartment. She’d just finished a shift at the bar, but she didn’t feel tired. Nope, anticipation had her wired.

“Home, sweet home.”

“It’s nice,” she told him. “It’s got a big bed.”

He made certain the door was locked then set her bag down by the bed. He held out his hand to her. She took it and he drew her closer, wrapping his arms around her from behind and nuzzling her neck. “Remember what I said about getting in the bathtub together? There’s a big shower in there as well. Built for two.”

She stiffened. Her breath came fast. Nerves danced in her stomach.

“Hey, you okay?” He turned her around, looked down at her in concern.

She thought about lying. Saying she was fine.

“Ria? You look scared.”

“I just . . . I can’t.”

“Can’t what? Take a bath with me? Because of your hearing aid?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“You’re not supposed to sleep with them in either, are you? That’s why you haven’t been sleeping well.”

She nodded.

“Because you feel too vulnerable? We haven’t known each other long enough. I’m sorry if I’m pushing you. We can wait as long as you need.”

She rubbed her hands up and down her arms. “It’s not just that. That’s part of it. I guess the other part . . .” She took in a shuddering breath. “I guess I’m still a little scared you’ll reject me. Turn away from me. I feel like a bit of a freak.”