“Of course.” His gaze seemed to heat up at her words.
“I’m not into a lot of pain. The whips and canes scare me to death.”
“Baby, I don’t carry them around in my car.” He smiled at her. “I’m not going to pull them out and start chasing you around your apartment with them.”
Okay, yeah. They weren’t talking about a full-on session here. Just a little bit of fun and hopefully an orgasm. God, she could do with an orgasm. One she didn’t have to give herself.
“Sorry.” She blushed slightly. “I’m a little nervous.”
“Understandable.” He cupped the side of her face. “But I’m not going to do anything that might make you fear me or BDSM. I think I can already tell that pain isn’t going to be your kink.”
She shook her head.
“Well, except for a little spanking now and then.”
She bit her lip. Maybe. Her body warmed at the thought of being spanked by him
. Was it odd to be turned on by the idea of being spanked? Perhaps the reality wouldn’t be as hot as she imagined it would be.
He grinned, and it lightened his face, making him appear almost boyish even though he was all man. Suddenly she was so nervous she could hardly breathe.
“Shh,” he told her, running his fingers down her cheek then slowly, softly down her neck. He ran them over her exposed collarbone, and a shiver raced through her. “Remember, all you have to do is what I tell you to. And if something frightens you or you just need to stop, then say red. Understand?”
“Y-yes.”
“Easy, baby. This is all about pleasure. I promise.” There was a slightly wicked glint in his eyes. Devil meets boyish charm. That was Gray. And it was an almost irresistible combination. “Sit up.” He held out his hand to her, and she grabbed hold, feeling the heat of his skin against the coolness of hers.
“You’re cold?”
She didn’t feel cold. She felt feverish. She shook her head, and he tapped a finger against her lips. “Verbal, remember?”
“Sorry, Sir.”
The deep satisfaction that filled his face made her grateful she’d remembered to call him sir.
“I’m not cold.”
“You tell me if you get cold.” The firm look that accompanied those words made her breath catch. He undid the buttons on her shirt. One after another. So slowly that she was tempted to brush his hands aside and do it herself. But she knew that would only get her into trouble. So she sat still as he pulled her shirt apart to stare at her bra-clad breasts.
He drew the shirt off and then stood, holding out his hands. She grasped his hands and let him pull her up. Turning her, he unzipped her skirt and then tugged it down her hips. Once she was dressed just in her underwear, he turned her around, studying her.
As she stood there, she started to feel self-conscious until she saw the admiration in his gaze.
“Beautiful.”
“It’s not even pretty underwear.”
She wouldn’t make that mistake again.
“I’m not talking about your underwear.” He ran a finger over the tops of her breasts. How could such a light touch send sparks of desire through her blood? She took a deep breath, pushing her breasts up towards him. She wanted his touch on her nipples, but he drew his fingers away. She let out a little moan of disappointment. Why didn’t he just get on with it? Usually, men just got straight down to things, didn’t they?
He ran a finger down her stomach. “I’m talking about you. You’re beautiful, Lacey.”
She didn’t believe him, but it was nice to hear those words. His fingers drew closer to her pussy, and she pushed her hips out, hoping he’d touch her there. Cup her, place his fingers deep inside her. Instead, he reached around and gave the side of her butt a sharp tap. “Stand still.”
“Ouch.”
He raised one eyebrow. “Are you giving me your submission?”