She planted both hands firmly on my chest separating herself from me. She was clearly waging some internal war as to whether she could trust me or if these were just words I was spouting off.
“Listen to your body. Hell, listen to mine.”
When she gave me her signature stubborn glare, I pulled her toward me, leading her hand to my raging hard cock.
I was always better at showing than telling. Her eyes registered surprise, then the blue irises caught fire, burning with a lust that echoed my own. She gripped my c**k tight, her fingers drawing up and down the swollen length.
A low groan rumbled through me. “You see what you do to me, Melissa? This thing that burns between us is more powerful than anything I’ve ever known.”
The last bonds of doubt were broken as she arched her body into mine, raising her mouth toward mine, giving her beautiful lips to me. As much as I wanted to ravage her, thrust my tongue into her mouth, leave her breathless as I swept her up and took her on the island countertop, there was something I needed even more.
“I want you to offer your submission to me.”
She gaped at me like I wasn’t speaking English. “What?”
“I want you to understand what you’re agreeing to. This is more than kinky sex. It’s intense. Sometimes painful. And it’s more than a physical connection; it’s psychological.” Delilah’s words festered, the wound still raw. “I want you to know what I am, and what I’m not.”
Her eyes softened as she stroked my cheek. “I know who you are, Logan. And I won’t pretend I’m an expert at this, but I know that being with you, being your submissive, feels right.” She gave me a steely look of determination. “I’m offering my submission.”
My pulse raced, my c**k thumping in approval. I offered her my hand. “Good girl.”
8
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We were no strangers to my bedroom, but the taut, unspoken excitement that electrified the silence was proof that this would be different. Tonight, she would be mine.
I rested my hand on the small of her back and her nerves rippled through my fingers.
“Relax,” I whispered softly.
“That’s easy for you to say,” she fired back, throwing me a wary look over her shoulder. “You know what comes next.” Her voice turned cautious. “I’ve never...I don’t...”
I pulled her into my arms, planting a kiss on her forehead, then a lingering one on her lips. I held her close, tight, until she exhaled and I felt her relax into the embrace. She stole a look up at me, her sky blue eyes studying me with curiosity.
“What?” I fondled a loose blonde tress that drifted onto her cheek.
“I just expected you to be different once I said yes.” Her cheeks burned hot. “More stern.”
“Bend you over and spank your ass until it’s as bright red as your face?” I winked, enjoying giving her a hard time. When she nudged me with her elbow, my little fighter, unwilling to budge or back down even when faced with the unknown, a fierce need gripped me and didn’t let go. This ache in the familiar part of me collided with a throb in my chest that wasn’t so familiar. There was nothing like the first time with a new submissive, but I wasn’t stubborn enough to deny that this excitement was different.
We hadn't even begun and she already possessed all of my senses. The warm scent of her tousled hair beckoned me when I swept it to the side. I wanted nothing between us as I planted my lips on her skin. I could taste her excitement, the delicious anticipation as she leaned into my touch. When I roped her waist and pulled her back against me, against the raging hard need that pierced my pants, she released a low, tantalizing moan.
My other hand slid down the opening of her shirt, gripping her breast. I circled her nipple, loving how hard her peaks were for me. So perky and attentive. Just when she was starting to lose it, grinding her ass against me, I released my savage hold on her nipple. I found the other was just as eager, swollen for my touch. As soon as her moans built to a fever pitch, I released it. Her groan of protest, complete with a frustrated pout, shot right to my balls.
“No fair,” she whispered, turning her intense blue eyes on me. In that moment, I saw more openness, more vulnerability than ever before.
“While we're in this moment, this scene, fair is irrelevant.” Even though a storm of lust was wreaking havoc inside me and I wanted nothing more than to bend her over and f**k her until she called on every deity in existence for deliverance, I needed to dominate her. I needed to see the moment it all clicked into place and she realized the power in submission, the beautiful gift she was giving me—and the life altering pleasure I'd give her in return.
My c**k protested when I put distance between us, but it had to be done. As much as I wanted to caress her and watch her come undone in my hands, it was important to establish the scene and our place in it. The rules needed to be explained before we got carried away and safe words and limits were thrown to the wind.
I needed to let her know who was in charge.
I circled her slowly, my eyes roving over her body. Her face was flush with arousal, the pink heightened in her cheeks. Lips trembling. If I fisted her hair and pulled her back until we were eye to eye, I knew her pupils would be dilated. And if I yanked down her pants and shoved my fingers in her pu**y, she’d coat them in her juices.
I drew a sobering breath, calming myself. This wasn't my first time around the D/s block, but I was forgetting my own rules. I wanted to f**k her so bad it hurt, but I wouldn't bring her into my world until she knew what to expect.
I continued my rotation, a hawk hunting its prey. Learning her, reading her, before I struck. “I'll take it easy on you the first time. But be warned—when we're in the scene, I'm your Dom and you're my submissive. You've offered your submission to me and in return, I'll never give you more than you can bear.” I paused in front of her, owning her gaze. “That being said, you can always end whatever erotic act I'm doing to you with a single word: red.”
“Red,” she repeated hoarsely, trying the word on for size as she licked her lips. “And what if I want to keep going?”
I brushed her cheek with my knuckle. “Don't you worry about that, love. I have every intention of going, taking, and owning your body. We'll learn your limits together—just make sure you're honest with yourself and me and use the safe word when you need to.”
She gave me a crisp nod. I nearly picked her up and threw her over my knee for the insubordinate act, but realized I'd neglected that formality.