Noemi fidgeted with her purse. “We grew up together. We started dating our senior year of college, but we called it off about a month ago.”
“Why?”
Tension seemed to coil in her. “I’m pretty sure I mentioned that I’ve lived a bit of a sheltered life. I . . .”
“Tell me.”
“I feel like I’m changing and he’s staying the same.” She shrugged her shoulders. “He’s still the self-absorbed, elitist asshole I lost my virginity to.” Her hand crept up to cover her mouth, like she wanted to stop anything else from coming out. “I can’t believe I just said that.”
“Why? Is it true?”
“Maybe,” she whispered.
I shot a sideways glance at her. “Then why the hell do you feel bad about saying it?”
“Because he’s my friend.”
An alarm buzzed in my head. Baggage. “I’m sorry, friend?”
She shifted as if uncomfortable. “No. I don’t know. He’s only interested in being friends when he needs something.”
“Like a quick fuck?”
Her head shook quickly. “God, no. That’s over.” Her hands pressed in her lap. “And now that I . . . because we . . .”
“Since I can fuck you to an orgasm?”
She cut off her gasp. “Yeah.”
“I want to ask you some questions, and I need you to think about them, and then answer them honestly.”
She seemed to understand the seriousness in my tone. “Interview questions.”
“Yes. How old where you when you lost your virginity?”
“Twenty-one.”
We pulled up to a stoplight and the only sound was my turn signal chiming quietly. “That’s an unusual age. Why’d you wait so long?”
“I didn’t want to have sex with someone I couldn’t see myself marrying. I wanted to be in love.”
I cocked an eyebrow. “Then, why did you let me fuck you?” We weren’t in love and I wasn’t marriage material, I’d made that perfectly clear. Hadn’t I?
She took her time assembling an answer. “I’ve always done the right thing. I wanted to be wrong, and you said you could show me.”
Oh, yes. My heartbeat kicked at her perfect answer. “Do you like when I tell you what to do?” She nodded, her lips pressed tight together. “Do you want me to show you all the dirty, bad things you don’t know?” The hands on her thighs slid inward, her body clenching. That was enough of an answer for me to keep talking. “I want to teach you, Noemi.”
The first night I saw her, I’d thought about auditioning her for the blindfold club, but being the only man to show her pleasure had created a desire too powerful to ignore. I wanted to show her everything. Push her boundaries and unleash the sexual creature inside that was desperate to come out. She’d be magnificent.
“How would you teach me?”
My hand left the wheel and settled over hers, and my fingertips traced her long, delicate fingers. “You’d be my submissive.”
“What?”
“You’d give me control over you.”
She’d gone as rigid as a statue. “I have enough people telling me what to do.”