Then he kissed me, his mouth finding mine, pulling me up and into his embrace so that my feet lifted off the floor. As usual, my body responded to him immediately, my heart racing, a thrill going through me.
"Let's fuck missionary-style on the bed. It’s still here."
"Missionary style?" I said, running my hands up under his shirt. "Again? Where's your imagination?"
"It's the middle of the day. I want to see you naked beneath me in the full light so I can watch you come."
My body trembled as he bent down and ran his tongue over the tops of my breasts. He took my hand, dragging me into the bedroom, throwing me across the bed. Then, he lay on top of me, his hands on either side of my face. He had that look in his eyes – I could see the Dom take over in that way that thrilled me so much because I knew underneath the kink was a man who could love, deeply.
"We're having a lot more plain old vanilla sex since New Year's Eve," I said. "I hope you’re not losing your taste for D/s and bondage."
"No fear of that," he said, one hand slipping beneath my sweater. "I love that you’re such an eager student. I want to see how far I can take you. I'm always going to be a Dom, Kate. I'm always going to want to have control, but I don’t need to use it any longer as a shield to keep things in their proper place."
"Meat, potatoes and gravy touching each other?"
"My plate is thoroughly mixed up now," he said, smiling, his gaze moving over my face. "There's no chance of keeping things compartmentalized any longer. You're in each part of my life and I'm in yours. "
My breath hitched at that, and I pulled him down in a kiss that moved quickly from tenderness to passion.
He was deep in every part of my life.
That was exactly where I wanted him to stay.
THE END