He moved forward. “In the bedroom, who’s in charge?”
She licked her lips. “I’m guessing you are.”
“You guess?” He raised one eyebrow, his eyes growing dark. She quickly revised her answer.
“You are totally in charge, oh, mighty one.”
“Little brat,” he muttered. “If I’m in charge then why are you still sitting there with your legs pressed together instead of showing me that perfect, pretty pussy?”
Oh, God. The words were dirty. So dirty. And they moved through her body like liquid heat.
“Unless you don’t want this. If you’ve changed your mind and you’re not ready to have sex with me, I can go sleep on the couch. I get that we haven’t known—”
She lay back and spread her legs. It wasn’t easy. Nope. She wasn’t sure if it would get easier with time or if she’d always feel this flush of embarrassment. But she hadn’t changed her mind. No, sir. She wanted him.
Desperately.
“That’s my girl,” he told her in a hushed voice. “Look at that pussy. It’s wet for me, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir.” She knew he didn’t require her to call him Sir outside of the club, but it just felt right. He was her Sir.
“Run your fingers through your folds. Gather up some of that dew for me.”
Okay, that wasn’t exactly what she’d been expecting. But she wanted this. Wanted him. And this is what he required.
She swiped her finger quickly through her folds then held it up to him.
“Uh-uh. That’s not the way things are going to go. You’re going to give me a little show. Now use the fingers of one hand to part the lips of your pussy.”
Oh, God. Oh, God.
She sucked up her courage and reached down and did what he’d asked. “Good girl. That’s perfect.”
The pleasure in his voice bolstered her flagging courage. She looked up. He’d moved to the end of the bed. He had that magnificent beast of a cock in his hand and was stroking it back and forth. She licked her lips.
He smiled down at her. “Like what you see?”
“Yes, Sir. Very much.”
“What would you like to do to it?”
She wasn’t sure what to say. She’d never really done this, dirty talk.
“I’d like to touch it. Run my fingers over it. Grab it like you’re doing.”
“Yeah? Anything else?”
“Lick it,” she blurted out. “I’d lick my way over the head, down the shaft, then suck it into my mouth.”
“Yeah? You want my cock in your mouth, babe?”
“Fuck yes.” Her gaze moved up to his. “But I don’t know how good I’d be. I’ve never . . .” She blushed. He was right. She was naïve.
“You’ve never sucked a man off? You didn’t want to do that with your old Dom?”
“He didn’t want me to.”
Surprise filled his face. “Funny. Never met a man who didn’t want that.”