Janie turned away from the torture chair, as she now called it, and made her way over to the cabinets. “May I?” she asked.
Cole nodded, and she pulled open the big cherry wood doors one by one on each cabinet. Toys, floggers, rope, rigging equipment, a couple of canes, and whips. She quickly went through his toy cabinet. Dildos, vibrators, bullets, clamps, rings, and other toys to torment or tease a woman with.
Her heart pounded in her chest even as anticipation flowed through her. This was it, this was who Cole was. She should be scared, but she wasn’t. She wanted this from him; she wanted all of him.
She closed the doors and turned to Cole. “Now what?”
His eyes narrowed but a grin played around his lips. “In this room you will call me ‘Sir’. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her clit pulsed at his words.
Cole’s dick jumped when Janie said Sir. His need for her was growing stronger by the second. “Strip and go stand by the bondage chair.”
His gaze never left her as she pulled her t-shirt over her head, removed the sports bra she was wearing, then slid her shorts and panties off at the same time. Janie folded her clothes and put them on a small table next to the cabinets before she walked over to the bondage chair to wait.
He took a deep breath. Her body was already flushed. She was aroused. Good. Walking over to the plush sofa along the wall, he picked up one of the fluffy pillows and dropped it between the legs of the bondage chair.
Janie gave him a questioning look, but didn’t move. Cole then stripped out of his clothing and set it next to Janie’s. Her eyes grew wide, and he fought against smiling. He sauntered up to her, tapped her on the nose, then sat down on the bondage chair, his legs spread.
“Kneel on the pillow.”
“Yes, Sir.” She knelt in front of him, her body stiff.
“Tonight I want to see how you pleasure a man.” He hooked his fingers through the restraints on the arms, leaving his body open to her.
Janie stared at him. “Ummm.” Her teeth worried her lower lip.
“What is it, Janie?” He tilted his head, studying her.
“I ... ” She closed her eyes and then opened them. “I don’t know how, Sir,” she whispered, gazing down at the floor.
Shock hit him in the gut. The two idiots she slept with must have just fucked her and walked away. “Janie, look at me.” He kept his tone steady even as anger at her past lovers pulsed in his brain. Her gaze met his. “Take a deep breath and let it out.” She was too tense. He waited until she took several breaths in and out. “Now scoot forward on the pillow and put your palms on my thighs.” They would take this one step at a time.
Her skin meeting his shot fire through his nerves. He would hold onto his control even if it killed him. “I know you read a lot, so do what you read about in those books.” Her cheeks flushed.
Janie sat there stunned. She could educate women on sexual matters, but didn’t have a clue herself when it came to pleasing Cole. His suggestion she put her reading into action made her flush with embarrassment.
What the heck was wrong with her? There was nothing to be embarrassed about. When Cole had found her vibrator, she wasn’t embarrassed. Why was this so different? She blew out a breath and ran her fingers up Cole’s chest.
His hair tickled her fingers, rough against her smooth skin. She skimmed past his flat brown nipples to his shoulders, then back down again until she reached the base of his penis. Janie almost giggled at her usage of the clinical term. This was anything but clinical.
Her fingers traced the base and up his erection. His skin was hot to the touch. The veins in his cock pulsed, and not only was he hard but big. Okay, bigger than any man she’d ever been with. Not that she’d been with a lot.
When she reached the head of his cock she was fascinated and trailed her finger along the top and around the side. A moan from Cole stilled her hands.
“It’s okay, Janie. Your touch feels fantastic.”
Her breath eased from her lungs, and a feeling of satisfaction flowed through her. What would he taste like? She didn’t give herself time to think; she leaned over and licked the head of his cock. Salty but not bad.
Tilting her head, she trailed her tongue down the left side of his cock, then around the base and up the right side to her hand. With her movements his dick jumped and pulsed. She must be doing something right.
She lifted her head. Cole’s eyes were closed, his lips parted, and his fingers curled around the leather restraints. Was he enjoying this?
“Am I doing this right, Sir?”
A blue slumberous gaze met hers. “Darling, if you were doing it any better I wouldn’t be able to sit here.”
Power swept through her. Was this how Cole felt when he was pleasing her? She grasped his cock and then took the head entirely into her mouth.
