Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 144628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 723(@200wpm)___ 579(@250wpm)___ 482(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 723(@200wpm)___ 579(@250wpm)___ 482(@300wpm)
Practice made perfect. Practice would build that connection she was talking about. Practice would bind them together. “I agree. We’ve waded into the pool. It’s time to start swimming. You have to talk to me. To be honest with me. You can’t think about hurting my feelings. If something isn’t right, we need to adjust.”
She nodded. “All right. I’ll tell you if I don’t like something. You want to please me, and I want to please you, and that’s how it works.”
Good. She understood. It only worked if they understood what was at the core of the mission. Pleasing each other. “I want to spank you. I want to try some impact play and see how you enjoy it, but before that I need you to do something for me. I’m so hard, I can’t think straight. How do you feel about putting your mouth on me?”
He was ready for her to say no and then he would either go to the bathroom and rub one out, or if she wanted to watch, he could do it here. He just knew he couldn’t breathe, much less give her what she needed without some relief.
Her lips curled up. “It’s been a while, Sir, but I enjoy giving a blow job.”
His cock tightened to the point of pain, but he merely groaned. “What do you like about it?”
One shoulder shrugged slightly. “With the right person, it makes me feel powerful.”
He liked that answer. Sex could be about far more than mere pleasure. But there was a dark side to it as well. “And with the wrong one?”
She stared at him with clear eyes. “It can make me feel cheap.”
He put a hand on her hair, her honesty going straight to his soul. “That is the last thing I want for you. I think you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen, and I will worship you. That’s what the session after will be about. Me worshipping and appreciating your body. I’m glad you’re here with me, Vanessa.”
Her eyes suddenly shone in the low light. “I’m glad to be here with you, Sir.”
He let go of all the worries of the night. All that mattered was being here with her. He would deal with everything else later. He would concentrate on her now. He let his hands fall to his side, ready to allow her to take care of him. “Untie my leathers.”
He felt her anticipation as she brought her hands up and started to work the ties of his leathers with her manicured fingers. She bit that plump bottom lip of hers and let the sides fall away. He wore no underwear, wouldn’t ever in a club. His cock was thick and hard, standing upright as she reached for it and took it in her soft palm.
Fuck. He wasn’t going to last long. He hadn’t lasted long the other day when she’d stroked him to release. How the hell would he hold out when she put that mouth on him?
He steeled himself as she began to stroke his cock. Her palm was soft around him, but she firmed up her grip gradually.
“I like this, Sir. I enjoy focusing on you.”
“What makes you feel powerful?” He knew the answer, but he wanted to get her used to talking about sex, to being open about how she liked to please a lover and how it made her feel.
She leaned forward, and her tongue came out, a long, luscious swipe over his cockhead.
He groaned, his breath catching.
“That makes me feel powerful, Sir.” She winked up at him, a playful expression that he hadn’t seen from her before. “Watching how you respond to me. Knowing I’m the one who’s bringing you this pleasure, and you trust me to do it. Trust is important to me.”
She always seemed so serious, but he was starting to break down her walls, starting to see the impish side of Vanessa. In the beginning he’d seen exactly what the world had told him to see, but now he understood how complex this woman was. She had so many more sides for him to explore, but he couldn’t think about that right now. All he could think of was the fact that she was laying soft kisses all along his cock.
She was going to kill him. He clenched his jaw, watching her as she played with his cock. He wanted to tell her to get on with it, that he couldn’t stand the soft touches, the gentle kisses. He needed her to get serious.
But he couldn’t. She was enjoying herself, and that made him happy. He would let her play until he dropped over the edge.
This was what he’d been missing since she’d started staying with him. He liked spending time with her, but they needed this intimacy. He didn’t want to be her roommate. He didn’t want to be the guy investigating her. He wanted to be her Dom.