More than once, I bet.” His finger tugged the simple gray ties that fell
from the neck of the sweatshirt I wore. His fingers tucked back in my pants and
he touched me again. His finger pressed my clit until my breath felt too big
for my body . He pulled a bit harder on the ties and the hood cinched up
around my neck in a loose lasso.
“Yeah. More than once and harder than
ever.” I leaned forward, seeking a kiss or just his closeness? I wasn’t sure.
“But then the next time…” I shrugged.
“You didn’t get off?” Lucas watched
every flicker, every twitch. He circled his finger and I tried to keep my
breathing steady. I failed, my breath coming in short bursts as I tried not to
raise up to meet his hand but sit and let him do what he wanted. He hardly
blinked.
“I did get off. I did. But when I told
him--”
Lucas tugged the strings a bit harder
and the hood gathered tighter. The way he pulled it like a rein set me off. His
fingers slipped into my pussy as a whole new want rushed through me. A fresh
rush of need. I tilted my hips and he stroked my G-spot. I tried not to think,
tried to just feel. Lucas said, “Did you always tell him when you wanted it?
Was this like a scheduled event?”
“Well…” What was the right answer
here? My brain was between my legs. When he was touching me, nothing else
registered in my head. His thumb pressed me and his fingers delved deeper. What
had I done wrong? How does your lover know if you don’t say? “I cannot expect
him to read my mind. I had to tell him. And then he could do it.”
He let the strings go, laughing
softly. His hand slipped free and I made a little sound in my throat. “Don’t
you see what you were doing, babe?”
“What? What have I been doing?” I
wondered what he would say if I asked him to pull those strings again. Touch me
some more. Tug until the strings bit into my neck just enough to scare me.
“You have been dominating him. By
telling him to do it. By giving him a schedule. And sweetheart, if he was doing
it your way, then…” Lucas shrugged his big shoulders and my eyes returned to
the scar in his brow. I leaned forward, running my tongue along the pale pale
sliver of skin.
Lucas froze but I swore I heard his
breathing change. Lucas grabbed my upper arms, pulled me away. “Why did you do
that?” His eyes were all over me again, studying.
“I don’t know. I wanted to. I mean, I
have wanted to for a while and…”
“And?” His fingers bit into my skin
and my pulse jacked up. Excitement beat at the base of my throat. Between my
legs.
“I thought you would like it.” I held
my breath.
“Listen to me. Are you listening?” His
voice was gruff but his eyes had gone an amber whiskey shade that belied some
profound emotion. Something I had triggered?
“Yes. I’m listening. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. But listen to me.
Shh.” His finger settled on my lips to quiet me and I could smell my own scent
on his skin. I bit my tongue to keep it in my mouth. I had to because I could
picture licking his finger until he drove his cock home right between my legs.
Right where he had left me wet and aching for another release. When I shifted
in the chair, I felt him hard against my leg. My knee bumped his hard-on and my
heart jumped. He clenched his jaw, in total control. Unruffled. “You were in
the driver seat by telling him when you wanted your game. You weren’t
submitting to him. You were dominating him.”
I opened my mouth even though his
finger stayed put. Lucas shook his head no, hair falling over his forehead. I
managed silence, a minor miracle for me when I’m nervous.
“Submitting is about letting go.
Losing yourself.” His lips found my chin, his teeth touched me there. So far
away and yet so close to my lips. He tugged that string again and the hood
started to close in on my throat. It didn’t take much before the cotton was
binding the thin skin above my pulse. “It’s like learning to drown. Letting
from the neck of the sweatshirt I wore. His fingers tucked back in my pants and
he touched me again. His finger pressed my clit until my breath felt too big
for my body . He pulled a bit harder on the ties and the hood cinched up
around my neck in a loose lasso.
“Yeah. More than once and harder than
ever.” I leaned forward, seeking a kiss or just his closeness? I wasn’t sure.
“But then the next time…” I shrugged.
“You didn’t get off?” Lucas watched
every flicker, every twitch. He circled his finger and I tried to keep my
breathing steady. I failed, my breath coming in short bursts as I tried not to
raise up to meet his hand but sit and let him do what he wanted. He hardly
blinked.
“I did get off. I did. But when I told
him--”
Lucas tugged the strings a bit harder
and the hood gathered tighter. The way he pulled it like a rein set me off. His
fingers slipped into my pussy as a whole new want rushed through me. A fresh
rush of need. I tilted my hips and he stroked my G-spot. I tried not to think,
tried to just feel. Lucas said, “Did you always tell him when you wanted it?
Was this like a scheduled event?”
“Well…” What was the right answer
here? My brain was between my legs. When he was touching me, nothing else
registered in my head. His thumb pressed me and his fingers delved deeper. What
had I done wrong? How does your lover know if you don’t say? “I cannot expect
him to read my mind. I had to tell him. And then he could do it.”
He let the strings go, laughing
softly. His hand slipped free and I made a little sound in my throat. “Don’t
you see what you were doing, babe?”
“What? What have I been doing?” I
wondered what he would say if I asked him to pull those strings again. Touch me
some more. Tug until the strings bit into my neck just enough to scare me.
“You have been dominating him. By
telling him to do it. By giving him a schedule. And sweetheart, if he was doing
it your way, then…” Lucas shrugged his big shoulders and my eyes returned to
the scar in his brow. I leaned forward, running my tongue along the pale pale
sliver of skin.
Lucas froze but I swore I heard his
breathing change. Lucas grabbed my upper arms, pulled me away. “Why did you do
that?” His eyes were all over me again, studying.
“I don’t know. I wanted to. I mean, I
have wanted to for a while and…”
“And?” His fingers bit into my skin
and my pulse jacked up. Excitement beat at the base of my throat. Between my
legs.
“I thought you would like it.” I held
my breath.
“Listen to me. Are you listening?” His
voice was gruff but his eyes had gone an amber whiskey shade that belied some
profound emotion. Something I had triggered?
“Yes. I’m listening. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. But listen to me.
Shh.” His finger settled on my lips to quiet me and I could smell my own scent
on his skin. I bit my tongue to keep it in my mouth. I had to because I could
picture licking his finger until he drove his cock home right between my legs.
Right where he had left me wet and aching for another release. When I shifted
in the chair, I felt him hard against my leg. My knee bumped his hard-on and my
heart jumped. He clenched his jaw, in total control. Unruffled. “You were in
the driver seat by telling him when you wanted your game. You weren’t
submitting to him. You were dominating him.”
I opened my mouth even though his
finger stayed put. Lucas shook his head no, hair falling over his forehead. I
managed silence, a minor miracle for me when I’m nervous.
“Submitting is about letting go.
Losing yourself.” His lips found my chin, his teeth touched me there. So far
away and yet so close to my lips. He tugged that string again and the hood
started to close in on my throat. It didn’t take much before the cotton was
binding the thin skin above my pulse. “It’s like learning to drown. Letting
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