I can hardly breathe. He makes it all sound so simple, and he’s so bossy. And I love it. He makes it easy. All I have to do is relax my body and let him show me the kind of pleasure I’ve only dreamed about for several years. I can do that. Turns out I can do a lot of things.
As he grazes the tips of his fingers over my G-spot, my eyes fully roll back. I groan, ignoring the voice in my head that reminds me that I’m keeping something from him and it’s eventually going to bite me in the ass. I shove the thought away and concentrate on his fingers and the way he has lowered his head to suckle my breast.
I’m damn lucky. In my wildest dreams, I never imagined finding a Dom like this who could so thoroughly control me. Fuck my secret. I’ve kept it hidden for seven years. I can stuff it in the back of my closet, quite literally, and leave it there. Perhaps forever.
My mouth drops open and I gasp when he thumbs my clit. “Stop thinking so hard. Come for me.”
I do. I shatter around his fingers just like he asked. Just like a good submissive. It’s so easy to obey him. He exudes power.
When I float back to earth, he’s staring into my eyes again, smiling. “See, how easy that was?”
I giggle. “You have all the answers.”
“Yep. Do you have any more questions?”
I shake my head.
“Good. Then how do you want my cock? Mouth? Pussy? Ass? Between your breasts? Thighs? Feet?”
I giggle again. “That’s a lot of options. I’m surprised you’re letting me choose.”
“Oh, I intend to get off using all of those options eventually, but I figured I’d be a gentleman this morning and let you pick your favorite.”
I lick my lips, considering the options. “My breasts are pretty small. You really think you could come between them?”
He lets a slow grin build. “Watch me.”
The next thing I know, I’m on my hands and knees, hovering over his body. He has grabbed a bottle of lube and spread it up and down his shaft. His cock is bobbing between my breasts, and he squeezes them together and thrusts between them.
It’s so erotic that I can’t take my gaze away. He’s right. With my boobs hanging down like this, the slippery help of the lube, and him pressing them from the sides, I’m totally fucking him with my tits.
It doesn’t take long either. When I glance at his face, I find him mesmerized, his jaw tight, his eyes narrowed. I jerk my head back down the moment he starts to come, letting the juts of his orgasm hit me in the chin and run down my chest.
Definitely erotic. The most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
Chapter 9
Cindy
It’s been a whirlwind of a week. It’s hard to believe it’s only been one week too. Seems like longer. Master Hudson made good on his promise to take me to breakfast after he ravaged me Saturday morning. I learned quickly that the moment we step out the door into the real world, he treats me like a girlfriend. A princess, really. But he doesn’t dominate me in public. At least not in obvious ways.
He let me go home and sleep Saturday afternoon, but then he picked me up Sunday night and took me on a real date. Dinner. He didn’t even suggest that we have sex that night. It’s not even awkward when he drops me off. The only difference between that night and the other times he’s dropped me off in the past is that he kissed me tenderly.
We went out again on Tuesday, our regular night of studying anyway, except he held my hand, touched me constantly while I was supposed to be working through problems, and kissed me again when he dropped me off.
Wednesday, I went home with him after working at Surrender. For the first time since Saturday, he fucked me. He didn’t mess around, either. He dropped my bag on the floor inside the kitchen, stripped me out of my clothes without a word, and lifted me onto the island. The man ravaged me under the bright lights of his kitchen, spread me open, and looked his fill, too.
I’m pretty sure the reason my face hurts is because I’ve been smiling for a week. Now, it’s Friday night again. One week later. I’ve been walking on clouds since I arrived, knowing he will mysteriously dominate me during my break and that later tonight I will end up in his bed with my eyes rolled back in my head.
It’s early. We’ve just opened. And, all I can think about is how amazing my night is going to end. I’m still grinning ear to ear when the door to the club opens and a man steps inside. I’ve never seen him before.
And then my face drops. Yes. I have.
I can’t move. I stop breathing. All the blood rushes from my face.
Davis Marcum.
He hesitates as the door shuts behind him. “Cindy?”
I can’t move. I don’t even blink.
He approaches slowly. “I haven’t seen you in forever. I didn’t realize you lived in Seattle.”
I didn’t realize he did, either. If I had known he or any of his friends had even so much as visited the area, I would have moved to Alaska. I say nothing. I still couldn’t if I wanted to.
He’s so nonchalant. Like nothing ever happened. His mouth opens as if he’s going to say more, but then he closes it and straightens his shoulders. “Right. I guess it would be inappropriate for me to ask you personal questions in a club. I hope you’re doing well. It’s good to see you.”
I blink at him. What I want to do is slap him across the face and tell him to fuck the hell off.
He shifts his weight from one foot to the other. “I spoke to the manager on the phone earlier this week. Julius. He told me to come in for a tour. Is he here?”
I finally move, setting my pen on the counter and turning around to enter the main club. I’ve still said nothing. I punch the code into the keypad and push the door open, letting it shut behind me.
There are only a few members inside. I ignore them and head for the stairs, climbing to the second floor where Julius’s office is. It’s open, but I knock softly to get his attention.
Julius lifts his gaze and smiles. “Hey, Cindy.” His expression falls as he comes toward me. “You okay? You’re pale.”
I shake my head. “I don’t feel so well. Do you think you could get someone to fill in for me?”
“Yes, of course.” His brow is furrowed. “Do you want me to have someone drive you home?”
“No. I’ll be fine.” I turn around and then remember Davis. “Oh, there’s a man in the entryway asking for you.”
“Davis Marcum?”
“Yep.”
“I’ll be right down. You go home. Call if you need anything.”
I turn around and rush down the stairs. When I hit the bottom, I realize I have a problem. There’s not a chance in hell I’m going to walk out the front door. My bag is behind my desk, but lucky for me the keys to my apartment are in my jeans pocket. I don’t care about anything except getting the hell out of here, so I aim for the back door.
Ten seconds later, I’m outside, gasping for breath, jogging away from the building. It takes me only five minutes to get home, and I don’t breathe easier until I’m inside my apartment, door locked to the world.
I glance around at my haven. My world. The only place I can be me without anyone judging me. My heart is pounding as I soak in my space. I created this. It’s mine. Everything in here was chosen carefully and purposefully. I need to get a grip. Davis doesn’t own me. I can’t let him control me. He may have held power over me once seven years ago, but he can’t any longer, not if I don’t let him.