This is passionate.
He kisses me like he needs me, like he wants me, like he can’t bear the thought of not touching me. He kisses me like I’m the sexiest woman he’s ever seen and for a minute, that’s how I feel.
Odessa’s words echo in my mind.
You are just a submissive.
Right now, that’s how I feel.
I feel like a submissive playing with her Dom, her Sir, her Master.
I feel like a submissive who is being taken care of.
I feel like a submissive who is about to be made very, very happy.
“I’ve wanted to do this since the first night I saw you,” Zack admits.
“Kiss me?”
“Hold you, touch you, taste you.” He takes my hands and pins them over my head. My jacket falls open, revealing my bra and miniskirt. “You’re beautiful, Christina. Lovely.”
“Thank you,” I whisper.
Instead of answering, he kisses my neck, trailing his lips down to my collarbone and just above my breasts. My bra pushes them up and out, and he licks the top of each breast, but doesn’t pull my bra down.
“We’re going to have so much fun tonight,” he murmurs.
“I know,” I groan, wiggling. I want to touch him, too. I want to run my hands over his chest and up his shirt. I want to slide my fingers down his pants and grab his cock. I know it’s hard now. It was hard in the car. It was hard at the club. I want to feel him, touch him.
I want to get on my knees in front of him and worship his cock. I want to lick him, slide him down my throat. I want to hear the noises he’ll make as I take my time playing with him. I want to make him lose control.
I want to make him come undone.
“Stay still, beautiful,” he whispers, nipping my neck.
“But I want to touch you,” I whine.
He nuzzles me. Then Zack slides his hands down my arms and to my face. I keep my hands above my head, not moving, as he strokes my cheeks.
“You’ll get your turn,” he says. “But I have a feeling you haven’t been taken care of completely in a very long time, Christina. Is that right?”
I nod. I’ve slept with people since Cameron died. I’ve had sex. I’ve fooled around and given blowjobs and had my body touched, but I would never say I’ve been taken care of. That hasn’t happened.
Not in a very long time.
Not since I can remember.
Not since my husband was alive.
I shake my head, trying to clear out thoughts of Cameron. I love him. Loved. I loved him, but I don’t want to be thinking about him right now. Not tonight. Tonight is about me and Zack.
“Hey,” he whispers. “Stay with me, beautiful.”
I nod.
“Let’s get you out of this coat, okay?”
“Okay.”