When they’d been together, she’d often tried to control him with sex. She hadn’t seemed terribly interested in the sex itself. Liam didn’t imagine for a second that he alone flipped her switch in some way she couldn’t live without. So what the bloody hell did the woman want? Him, he supposed. Or more likely something from him.
Either way, her desperation would make it easier to manipulate her until he got the answers he sought.
Then his nightmare grew more real as she settled awkwardly onto her knees before him, her back stiff, her thighs spread as if she tried to emulate a submissive pose she’d seen on the Internet. Unfortunately, in those knickers, he could see the bare lips of her sex. He grimaced.
Liam had no doubt Gwyneth had never attempted such a position in her life.
What. The. Fuck?
“What do you think, darling?” Gwyneth purred as she caressed her way up her thighs, as if wanting to display all her treasures there just for his taking.
Somehow, he managed to paste on a smile. “Well, this is unexpected.”
“I’ve missed you. I wanted to show you all the ways I’ve changed and prove that I’ve learned to embrace your needs.”
Liam stared down at her, trying not to snort. She didn’t know the first thing about his needs. But if she wanted to hand over her control, he’d use it to get some answers and give her an experience she’d never forget.
Standing above her, as immovable as a mountain, legs parted, shoulders squared, Liam folded his arms across his chest. “My needs?”
She bowed her head in a parody of surrender before she peeked up at him from under her fake lashes. “I understand now. I’ve read all about them and I want to give you my submission.” She licked her lips. “Make this the best you’ve ever had…Master.”
Gwyneth had no idea what she was talking about. He stared at her throat and fought the urge to shake the silly bitch until her teeth rattled. “You want my Dominance, do you?”
“Mmm. I like the sound of that,” she moaned.
“Are you sure? I’ve changed, too. My tastes run dark now.”
She paused, then flashed him a mega-watt smile. “Yes. Yes! Dark sounds lovely.”
You think that now. Just wait…
“Please give me a chance… Since we have Kyle now, you and I should begin a new life together. I’ll surrender everything so you know I’m serious. Let’s try, darling. Do it for me. For Kyle…”
He should scene with her for the baby’s sake? Twisted logic. Liam shook his head. He couldn’t look too eager, but he intended to have fun with this. “I suppose.”
“Wonderful.” She cupped her breasts in her hands for him and moaned. “I’ll satisfy you so completely you won’t ever want anyone else.”
Liam tried not to sneer. “You’ll need a safe word, Gwyneth.”
“I know what that is.” She nodded, as if excited by her own ability to read a website. “It’s a word I say if things get too intense. Then we’ll stop and we discuss.”
“Usually, but not in my case. If you say your safe word, I’ll know that my needs are too much for you and we’d be better off apart. If you say it, everything stops…forever.”
“I won’t need it. I’ve been looking forward to this since the moment I saw you again.”
“Your safe word is…” Infidelity. “Abstinence.”
“Why that?” She reared back.
“Because you would never say it while you’re having sex, now, would you?”
“No,” she breathed. “I wouldn’t. You are clever. Liam, this is an exciting game.”
“Game, yes.” He managed not to roll his eyes as he gestured her across the room. “Come to the living room.”
She sauntered across the kitchen, swinging her hips in an exaggerated sway, making the floppy bow at the small of her back bob. With a kittenish smile, she tossed him a saucy glance over her shoulder. When she reached the sofa, she turned and leaned back, unhooking her nearly nonexistent bra. Her breasts didn’t move as she flung the garment away.
Pinching her own nipples, she sent him a teasing stare. “Do you like what you see?”
“I’m in charge, girl. You don’t talk unless I give you permission. I didn’t tell you to strip.”
“But don’t you want me naked?” She shoved her knickers off, then slid them back and forth over her pussy with a groan.
Liam tried not to wince. “Stop. You’re not allowed to touch yourself without my permission.”
“I’m not, at least not with my hands. You can do that for me.”
Not in a million years. “Drop the knickers. Put your hands behind your head, girl.” He twisted his face into his most serious Dom expression and waited until she complied. “Good. Now stay right here. I need some special toys for our…game.”
“Toys?” She sounded as excited as a child at Christmas.
“I told you not to talk. Are you ill-equipped to handle me? Do we need to stop here and now?”