But when she inched away from him, that sexy lustful look was gone and had been replaced by a studious, business-like one. “What about you? I mean, I know you didn’t come and all. But was it good for you?”
“It was spectacular, Casey.”
A smile lit up her face, and the moment turned oddly surreal again. “I think we should do it again. I did a little research this morning on things we can try.” She was the eager student, ready for more teaching.
He arched an eyebrow. “You did?”
“Yes. I thought it would be smart to prep if we’re going to do this. To do it properly,” she said and grabbed her mini iPad from her purse, snapped open the cover and tapped on the notepad icon. “Christian and Ana ran through a checklist in advance. It helped them,” she said, and when he scrunched up his brow, drawing a blank at the names, she added, “Christian Grey.”
“Ah, but of course. I should have been on a first-name basis with him.”
“Anyway, I grabbed a list from a website on kink and submission, and since we’re doing lessons, I thought perhaps we should discuss the curriculum in advance.”
He reined in a laugh. At least she was keen to continue. “Oh well, if Christian and Ana did it this way, we should too,” he said dryly.
“They’re the leading experts. But no red room of pain for us. And we don’t even need to discuss caning, whipping or flogging, because those are not going to be on the menu.”
“I won’t even try to order them a la carte,” he said, slashing his hand through the air.
“Let’s begin with . . . spanking,” she said, reading the list.
“I’m good with it. You?”
She nodded. “Absolutely.”
He peered at the list on the screen. “How about ropes?”
“I believe I won’t mind being tied up with you,” she said, raising an eyebrow at her double entendre. He nodded approvingly, both at the pun and the prospect of her restrained.
She pointed to the next item on the list. “Ball gag?” She cringed. “That’s not ever going to happen.”
“We’ll send it the way of the cane.”
She nodded vigorously, then dropped her voice to a confessional whisper. “But I might be open to a riding crop. I’m not sure, but I’d like to try.”
The situation in his jeans was getting tight. “I’d like to use a crop on you,” he said in a low and dirty voice. She gazed back at him, the look in her eyes saying she was willing.
“Hair pulling, biting, scratching. I’m pretty sure I’d like all those,” she said, miming checking them off the list.
“Always good to test them out to be safe though. What about handcuffs?”
“Only if you wear a cop uniform.”
He groaned appreciatively, then tapped the list. “Which gives me the answer to the next one. Role-playing. That’s a yes.”
“Definitely.” She gestured to the next item, and made a pout. “Orgasm denial? I don’t think I’d like that.”
“Oh, but I bet I could make you love it.”
She narrowed her eyes, then spoke in a sultry, suggestive tone. “But Nate, I love coming.”
Heat ran rampant in his body, like wildfire. This woman was going to be his undoing. She was flirty and dirty, and eager to give him the reins to her body. He was a lucky son-of-a-bitch.
“I don’t know what man would not want you to be direct. Because when you say things like that—direct and insanely sexy things—it just makes me want to make sure you come over and over,” he said.
She drew a quick breath, pushed her hair off her shoulders and mouthed thank you.
“Now, onto blindfolds,” she said, returning to her workman-like attack of the list. “I think I can handle a blindfold. We sell them, you know.”
“Good. Why don’t you see if you can get the CEO discount? How about candles?” he asked, reading off another kinky option.
“Yeah. About that one,” she said, tapping her finger against her lips. “Do I want hot wax dripping between my breasts? Yes? No? Yes? No?”
She glanced down, then ran a fingertip along her cleavage, checking how it might feel. A groan worked its way up his chest as she traveled across her skin. She was driving him wild. So clinical, so logical, when all he wanted was . . . to drip hot wax between her breasts. He reached for her hand, the thing he’d wanted to do earlier, then laced his fingers tightly in hers, guiding her hand along her breasts, down her belly, and to her lap.
“I’ll do the testing,” he said as he let go of his grip. “But what I really want to know is this…”
He threaded his fingers through her hair, grabbing a fistful. He waited ’til she moaned softly, then he tugged hard, yanking her head back in one quick move. A muffled cry of pleasure gave him the answer.
“Now I’m picturing you on your hands and knees, your spine bowed, your hair spilling down your back. I won’t be able to resist pulling it hard then either,” he whispered roughly, as he gripped tightly in demonstration.
She shivered in response, and breathed out sharply. With one hand firmly in her hair, he dragged his other hand down her chest, trailing a finger from the hollow of her throat to the valley between her luscious tits.
“Now let’s address some other questions, Casey,” he said, as he continued his exploration, dropping his hand inside her powder blue bra to stroke her breast. “You like it when I play with your breasts. I learned that last night,” he said squeezing a dark pink nipple. She gasped in surprise. “But the one thing I’m not sure of is whether you like them to be sucked. Let’s find out,” he said, unbuttoning the top two buttons on her short-sleeved shirt, freeing a gorgeous globe of flesh. He groaned greedily, eager to taste her as he dropped his mouth to her hard nipple, drawing it between his teeth.
He bit down.
Instantly, her hands flew to his hair, tugging him closer. She arched into him, and he heard a hiss in her breath, as if she were trying to be quiet so the flight attendant up front wouldn’t hear. He flicked the tip of his tongue against her delicious nipple until she moaned so loudly he feared she’d wake up the sleeping dogs. He pressed his hand to her mouth, covering it tightly, shushing her as he sucked and tasted each breast until she was wriggling in the seat. He finished with a quick bite on each nipple.
When he stopped, her wild untamed gaze told him everything he needed to know. “Yes, you like nipple play a hell of a lot, and that tells me you’ll love it when I drizzle hot wax between your breasts. It’ll get you so wet your panties will be useless, and you’ll be begging me to strip you down to nothing and take you,” he said, then grabbed her waist, and moved her on top of him. “But right now, we have another lesson.”