Page 50 of Long for Me
“I have a choice?”
“Always.” I pulled back, cupping her cheeks with my hands and tilted her chin up. “Remember, the choice is always yours. If I’m ever doing something that’s not getting you off or taking you where you need to go, if I’m ever doing something that hurts and you can’t handle it, your job is always to tell me. Use the safe words. That’s why we have them.”
She trembled beneath my grip and slid her hands to my waist. “I have a question, then.”
“Ask.”
“At dinner, you didn’t want to choose what I ate, but you wanted to order for me. I don’t always understand when I’m supposed to defer to you or when I can just be, well me.”
“Always be you.” She opened her mouth and I pressed the pad of my thumb to her lips. “In the bedroom, anytime we’re doing anything sexual, I’m in control. Ordering for you is chivalrous and I come from a family where the man takes care of his woman. My job, whenever we’re together is to make your life easier, to make you safe, whether it’s a restaurant, walking down the street, or giving you so many orgasms you think you’ll die if you have another one. That might confuse you, but that’s only because tonight I learned you’ve never had someone take care of you. You’ve never had that guy. And I’m going to show you, prove to you, just how good it is to have someone making you a priority, seeking to give you time off from needing to handle everything. In return, if I’m doing that right, your submission should become instinct. I take care of you, you please me. It really can be as simple as that.”
“It’s so confusing and simple at the same time.”
“I don’t want to change who you are. Eat whatever the fuck you want, wear whatever the hell you want. I’m attracted to you, want you in my bed and in this contract with me because you’re you. You start changing that, deferring to me about when you need to use the restroom or at the office, then I’ll tan your ass for not beingyou. Understand?”
“Nope.”
“You will.” I pressed my thumb against her lips harder, rockets exploded down in my balls as she took the cue, her tongue swirling around the pad of my thumb without me telling her. “Take it,” I said, my voice gruff. Fuck, just her lips around my thumb had my dick jutting against my pants. “Suck me like you want my cock. Show me how much you want this.”
She hummed, the vibration against my flesh made me lock my knees. Fuck. I hadn’t gotten off this morning when she was on her knees in front of me and it was all I could think about all day from not forcing her back there. Which I’d do.
Soon.
I pulled my thumb out of her mouth and tilted my head toward the pool table.
“Go to the table and face it. Hold onto the edge.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, blowing out a heavy breath at the same time.
“And strip on the way. I want to see a pile of your clothes all over my damn floor.”
Her fingers went to the back of her skirt. She messed with the zipper and for a moment, I considered helping her, but fuck that.
Her submission needed to be her idea, her actions.
The skirt dropped to the floor and all concern left my brain. Light, lacy panties clung tight to her curved and plump ass. Not a thong. The lace covered half of each cheek. They were perfect.
I fisted my hands at my sides to prevent from grabbing her and tossing her to the floor. I wanted to fuck her bent over the pool table, eat her out while she was spread out on top of it and then later, play a real game of eight-ball while she remembered everything we’d just done.
“Hurry up, sub.”
“The buttons are small, sir.” She grinned at me over her shoulder and victory sliced through me. A teasing glint in her eye and smile on her lips was so much better than the fear.
“I can get scissors and cut it if you don’t hurry.”
“You wouldn’t.”
I hitched my hands to my hips. “Wanna try me?”
“Nope. No, sir.” She turned back and the silk blouse fluttered to the floor. Then her matching bra. She took another step forward, paused, and flashed me a wink over her shoulder while she pushed her panties down, wiggling them over her ass and thighs to the floor.
“You’re stunning, Rebecca. So fucking beautiful. I want to lick every inch of you.”
She moved to the pool table and bent over. Curling her hands over the edge, she wiggled her ass.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
Cheeky sub. Her playfulness was as sexy as her brains and submission.
