Chapter Thirteen

As Michelle placed their meals in front of them later that night, Chris resisted the urge to growl. Aroused didn’t even begin to describe how he felt. When he’d seen the way Cynthia was dressed, the way the black fabric clung to her curves, the sexy thigh-high boots, the only thought he’d had was to strip her naked—leaving the boots on of course—and fuck her. What was pushing him closer to the edge was her little game. That Cynthia had decided to play the role of a complete Domme was as exciting as it was irritating.

She leaned forward, closed her eyes, and drew in a deep breath, affording Chris an excellent view of her cleavage. This time he didn’t fight the growl.

“Hmm, something sure smells good.” After making that statement, she sat back, the satisfied smile on her face telling him she knew just what she was doing. She twirled the linguine around her fork and raised it to her mouth, then stopped, looking at his plate. “Aren’t you going to eat?”

Chris comforted himself with the thought that this would somehow pay off in the end. Without a word, he picked up his fork and dug into his meal.

“You know, I didn’t think you would take this so badly, Chris.”

He swallowed his fish before answering. “Take what so badly? Being teased?”

She pushed her lower lip out in a perfect pout. “I’m not teasing you.”

“What do you call it?”

She blinked, apparently taken aback by his irritated tone. “Foreplay.”

He would give her that. But if she kept pushing him, he wouldn’t make it through dinner. He was amazed the table wasn’t rising from the erection she’d inspired. They ate in silence for a few minutes, then she sat back in her chair and studied him.

“I’m confused. You said you wanted this, that this would be good for me.”

He had. He just hadn’t known she would take to the role so well. It was a dream come true, but as his mamma said, he should be careful what he wished for.

“I’m frustrated.” He could barely bite out the words.

She smiled, and just like the first time he’d seen her smile all those months ago in Georgia, he was mesmerized. When she truly smiled, her dimples came out in full force, and it never failed to make his heart flip over. As sappy as it sounded, it made him feel like he owned the world.

“You’ve been a bit of a baby about it, but then I have to say, you did have a few good moments. I think that deserves some kind of reward.” She sipped her wine. “Why don’t you tell me what you’d like to do tonight?”

“I told you.”

She sighed, pulling on the bottom of her sweater. Her hardened nipples pressed against the knit fabric.

“I’d like to find out if you’re wearing anything beneath that outfit.”

“What do you think?”

He studied her intently, looking for any hint of a bra. “I don’t think you’re wearing anything.”

She smiled, coyly this time. “Why, Mr. Dupree, are you saying I would run around without any panties on beneath my clothes?”

Another wave of lust spiraled through his blood as it rushed to his groin. Her voice had deepened into that upper-crust Georgia accent he loved so much. She used it to tease him. And while he wanted to growl again, he felt a spurt of pride. The woman he’d met all those months ago was a distant memory.

“Ms. Myers, I do believe you would.”

Her smile widened, her eyes sparkling. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“I doubt anyone I know would think that I’d run around braless.”

“They don’t know you as well as I do.”

She crossed her arms beneath her breasts and leaned forward. Her gaze never wavered as she said, “Why don’t you give that pretty, fat cock a stroke for me?”

He dropped his fork on his plate, his body going rigid. She’d been gaining her ground in domination, but this was public. Chris hadn’t anticipated her taking this step—definitely not so soon.

She sat back, a frown puckering the skin between her sculpted eyebrows. “Are you not going to do what I say?”

Immediately, he slipped his hand beneath the table, thankful they had tablecloths at Dupree’s , and gave his shaft a long, leisurely stroke. As his fingers moved over the fabric of his jeans, he closed his eyes, enjoying the sweet torture. It didn’t even get close to helping, as the stiff fabric made it difficult to apply the right pressure. Still, it was better than nothing.

“That’s enough.”

It wasn’t, but he obeyed and put his hands back on the table.

“Very good. You know, we talk about all my fantasies, what I would like, but we rarely talk about yours. What is your ultimate fantasy?”

His brain stopped working. Mainly because every ounce of blood had drained down to his shaft, but now she wanted him to talk about fantasies. His first instinct was to grab her and run to the nearest dark corner and fuck her. But he fought it because he knew this was significant. “I’d like to share you.”

She cocked her head to one side and studied him again. “Share me? I don’t understand.”

At first, he was convinced she was screwing with him again. But he looked beyond his own out-of-control lust and saw the confusion. At least it hadn’t been fear. “I would like to share you with another man.”

She took a sip of her wine and said nothing. At least she hadn’t run screaming from the restaurant. After she swallowed her wine, she said, “I’ve never even thought about something like that.” She smiled. “Are you ready to go?”

He nodded, and she motioned to Michelle, handing over her credit card. As they waited for Michelle to return, she teased him with details of their night, leaving out enough information to keep him wondering.

“I think tonight we should go to my place.” She smiled after that statement. It was only twenty minutes to his house, a possible forty to hers. “I’ve been…shopping. I think you’ll like what I bought you.”

Intrigued, he wanted to ask what it was, but he refrained. Delight sparkled in her eyes that he’d behaved.

After she signed the receipt, she rose slowly. He waited, not rising until she indicated he had permission.

“Come, Chris.”

He followed her out, walking several paces behind her, trying to keep his gaze everywhere but her swaying ass. It was just not possible. Before she’d started learning about roles in the D/s world, she’d reduced him to a puddle of lust. But now, he was a slavering he-man, ready to do her bidding. Within minutes they were speeding along H-1 in her car, Chris driving.

She kept the conversation light but continually touched him. A stroke on his thigh, her fingers sliding down his bare arm. By the time they reached her house, he didn’t think he’d be able to walk, he was in so much pain. After he parked the car, she waited for him to open her door.

Cynthia ascended the steps with Chris trailing after her. With the distance between them, and the difference in their heights, he was eye level with her rear end. The sun had set, and the only light came from her porch light and the streetlights. Even with that little bit of illumination, he could tell she wasn’t wearing any panties. Lord, have mercy.

Unlocking the door, she led him into her living area. As usual, he removed his shoes and left them by the door, but he noticed she didn’t remove her boots. Anticipation crawled through him. He’d hoped she’d leave them on.

She dropped her purse onto the coffee table, then grabbed his hand, slowly leading him back to her bedroom. Once there, she sat on her bed and smiled. Again, his heart did that strange little flip when he saw the self-assured light in her eyes. This was a true Domme in her element.

She leaned back on her elbows, crossed her legs, and said, “Come here.”

Cynthia licked her lips as Chris approached. Her palms itched to touch the ripple of muscle beneath his shirt. Excitement and nerves threatened her ability to think straight. She was so sure it would come out as a request and not a demand when she’d said it. Instead, her voice rang with authority. She’d taken control before, but this was a different aspect. He’d wear the bindings she’d bought for him. She wanted him to understand that tonight was significant.

He walked with slow, steady steps. She smiled to herself. He was testing her, seeing how far she would go. He just didn’t know how far she wanted to go.

When he finally stood in front of her, she waited a moment before moving. Her body hummed, needing a release. But she denied herself that. He’d take her orders happily, but the significance of the evening was too great to rush it. She wanted to stretch out the anticipation for both of them.

Her body rubbed against his as she stood. He didn’t say a word, but his breathing hitched as she allowed her hand to move over his hardened cock. Even through the thick jean material, he was impressive.

Stepping to his side, she said, “Lose your shirt.”

He paused, grabbed hold of the shirt, and tugged it off. She sighed over the beauty of his body. She shouldn’t be so shallow, but she couldn’t stop the thrill she felt in looking him over. Muscles flexed as he lowered his arms, then tossed the shirt behind him. Ahh, he’s definitely making this fun . Chris so loved testing her resolve. Before tonight, he usually won. This evening was different, would change everything in her mind. A surge of heat coiled in her stomach.

“Please pick that up and fold it.”

He obeyed immediately.

“And remember to do that from now on. You know better. Now, the pants.”

Unhurriedly, he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He pulled them down and folded them, placing them on the dresser on top of his shirt. His erection pressed against his knit boxer shorts, a telltale circle of wetness near the head of his penis.

“You’ve been very good.” She smiled at him. “You may remove my boots.”

She motioned for him to sit on the bed. When he complied, she lifted her foot, placing it on the mattress between his legs. He tugged on the zipper. As he slid it down, he slipped his fingers between the leather and her skin. A rush of tingles followed the motion, her head spinning with a heady mix of arousal and adrenaline. She didn’t call him out on the extra touching, just looked down at him and frowned. Stepping back, she put the other foot up. He did the exact same thing. If it hadn’t felt so good, she would have punished him, but he had been so sneaky in the way that he’d done it, she decided to let it slip by this time.

“Stand up.”

He obeyed but didn’t jump to his feet. Bit by bit, he unfolded his length. As he rose, their bodies brushed, just as she had done to him earlier. She could’ve stepped back, but it would have been a sign of weakness. The fabric of her dress moved over her breasts. Her hardened nipples drew tighter. By the time he was standing upright, his erection pressed against her stomach, and both of them were breathing deeper.

He was pushing her, testing her, and dammit, she was creaming. Her pussy lips dripped with her juices. Part of this was their game. She’d learned over the last few weeks that Chris might like to submit, but he didn’t go quietly.

Neither of them said a word as he kept his gaze averted. If anyone had seen him, they might say he was the picture of the perfect sub. But she knew better. He fairly vibrated with the need to grab her and throw her on the bed behind him. But he wouldn’t unless she asked.

“Chris.”

He raised his gaze to hers. Desire, lust, whatever you wanted to call it, darkened his eyes, bringing out the golden sparks within their depths. She wanted his submission and the look of quiet defiance in his expression told her she would have to demand it. Worry prickled down her spine, but she fought it away. Chris had to sense she was ready for this, or he wouldn’t push.

She took a decisive step back, letting him know she wasn’t fooled by the innocent look he was giving her. “Now your boxers.”

Her voice had grown throatier, and he smiled. Still, he did her bidding. Once he had them off, he stood before her, completely nude and completely beautiful.

Would she ever get used to seeing him naked? Would she ever get used to the fact that he was hers for the taking? Probably not. Of course he was ready for her, as always. His cock, already hard and thick, curved up to his stomach. She couldn’t resist reaching out and brushing her thumb over the tip. After swiping the pearl of cum off, she lifted her thumb to her mouth and licked. He groaned, but she ignored him, enjoying the salty taste of him.

“Hmm, you taste good, but I tell you that all the time.”

He didn’t say anything, but his nostrils flared, and his fingers curled into his palms. This was killing him, the poor baby.

“You’ve been fairly good, so I will reward you.”

She stepped back, needing the space, and pulled her shirt up over her head. By the time she could see him again, his eyes were feasting on the sight of her bare breasts. The cool air washed over her sensitized skin, combining with his heated gaze, and her control slipped a bit. Trying her best to ignore the need to touch, to jump him and use his body for her pleasure, she drew in a deep breath.

“Lie down on the bed, big boy. I have a present for you.”

He hesitated. His gaze dipped to her breasts, and he licked his lips.

She chuckled. “If you’re a good boy.”

He climbed onto the bed. She opened her dresser drawer and pulled out the set of cuffs she’d bought earlier that day. When Chris saw what she held in her hands, his eyes darkened, and his breathing hitched. The fact that he realized the significance of them warmed her heart. He was the one man who understood her. He comprehended her needs and wants even before she knew what she needed. How could she not love him for taking her for who she was and allowing her to become the woman she wanted to be?

She blinked back tears, knowing this wasn’t the time to get sentimental. Placing the restraints on the table, she shimmied out of her skirt, happy to see the way he watched her every motion, his attention moving to her pussy. She’d kept herself shaved bare because she knew he liked it. It left her flesh sensitive to every movement, more aware of her excitement. Her choice to go without panties had been twofold. She liked the feeling of not wearing anything under her clothes—there was something very freeing about it. The second reason was the skirt she’d worn. The way the fabric had clung to her, Chris had to wonder about the absence of panty lines.

Without a word to him, she grabbed the cuffs, climbed onto the bed, and straddled him. She leaned forward and her breasts grazed his chest. His breath warmed her skin as she unsnapped the cuff and slipped it over his wrist. She threaded the chain that linked the two pieces of leather between the slats of her headboard. With that done, she latched his free wrist with the remaining cuff. When she finished, she slipped her fingers beneath each restraint to make sure they weren’t too tight. Then she sat up, bearing down on his hardened shaft. She flexed her hips, allowing her cream to wet his dick. He groaned, causing her to smile. She couldn’t wait to get that thick cock inside of her, but she wanted to play a bit more.

She touched her mouth to his, sliding her tongue in to mate with his. Hips gyrating, she moved against his cock and had to control the impulse to press harder, to push herself over the edge. She was close. Another gush of cream wet her pussy. Pulling away from the kiss, Cynthia shifted down his body, licking and nipping her way along, enjoying the salty taste of his skin and the scent of his cologne. She reached his penis and sighed. Before meeting Chris, she’d had little to no interest in cocks, or the way they looked. But from their first night, she had become obsessed.

The darkened, flared head of it was wet with another drop of liquid. The pearly color of it contrasted against his mocha-colored skin. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and began stroking.

“Ahh, that’s nice, Chris. You do have the most gorgeous cock.” The cum dripped down one side of his cock and she licked it off. Reaching beneath him, she glided her hand over his scrotum and was rewarded when his shaft jerked in her hand.

“Now, let’s see if I can make you happy.”

Chris had thought Cynthia would be dangerous when she realized her potential. He’d miscalculated just how dangerous. Damn, she was driving him crazy. She’d slowed her rhythm, which had pushed him close to fulfillment, but kept him hovering, not allowing him to go over.

She licked his cockhead again, her tongue pausing over the hole. He closed his eyes and shuddered.

“Open your eyes.” He did as she ordered, looking down the length of his body. “I want you to watch, and remember, don’t come unless I tell you.”

Holy Christ, this was hell. He couldn’t move his hands to touch her. He’d never been so turned on in his life, or so frustrated. What she was doing to him was only half of it. Seeing her take control, the sound of her voice as she stated what she wanted, the way she held herself—they all added up to one major turn on. That, coupled with the magic she was performing with her mouth and hands… He was amazed he didn’t pass out on the spot.

He’d known he loved her, but he’d had no idea just how it would feel to have her claim him in this way. He’d been ready since the moment she stepped into his kitchen…no, since the moment he first saw her in Georgia. He’d known she was the one for him. Deep in his soul, he’d recognized her. Now, she knew, she understood that he was hers. Tenderness and desire blended, threading its way through his veins. Temptation to let go, to just give in to the primal need clawing at his belly, almost overwhelmed him.

Lowering her head, she took the very tip of his dick in her mouth, swiped her tongue over it again and hummed. Holy fucking hell! The vibrations pulsed down his cock, past his balls and spread throughout his body. Her tongue swiped over the head again, then she slipped him further into her mouth. As her plump, pink lips took him in, he groaned. He thrashed his legs as she deep throated him. With each brush against the back of her throat, his body raced closer.

She released him and sat up. The smile curving her lips touched his heart as much as it frustrated him.

“You need to stay still, Chris. You’re distracting me.”

A growl simmered in the pit of his soul. He wanted to touch, to taste. The need to take her, drive into her heated core burned within him. He twisted his wrists slightly, curling his fingers into his palms. Her gaze immediately focused on the movement.

“Those aren’t too tight, are they?” Her tone had softened, her worry warming his heart.

“No. Cynthia—”

“Then don’t move.” All sweetness and light gone. That did more to spike his arousal than the soft concern of her question.

Her eyes narrowed as she settled on his groin. “You’re not behaving.”

The ability to talk had dissolved the moment her heated cunt rested against his shaft. She was dripping, wetting his dick. She smiled as he said nothing. “That’s better. Now, I think I need a little something in return for all my hard work.”

She scooted up his body, stopping when her sex hovered over his mouth. Her pussy lips glistened, showing her excitement, the scent of her filling his senses. Wrapping her hands around the headboard, she lowered herself to his mouth.

With a groan, he dove between her lips, enjoying the sweetness of her essence. It was difficult to maneuver with his hands still restrained, but he drove his tongue up and in her over and over. He flicked it over her hardened clit, and she trembled. Her thighs shook next to his face. Pleasure thrummed through him as he continued feasting. Her muscles tightened, her moans grew, but before he could tumble her over the edge, she lifted her body away.

The bed dipped as she leaned over and grabbed something off the table. She straddled him again, her hands shaking enough to give him satisfaction. She ripped open a condom wrapper. Pinching the end of it, she rolled it down his shaft then mounted him. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her muscles grasping his cock. Damn, she was slick, wetter than he’d ever felt her.

“Watch.”

He opened his eyes. When their gazes met, she began to move. “Oh, yes, oh, Chris.”

Her muscles contracted, signaling the approach of her orgasm, and pulling him deeper. “Fuck me, Chris, do it.”

With that order, and the feel of her pussy squeezing his dick, he exploded, jerking his pelvis upward as she slammed down on him. She continued to move, milking his orgasm, and triggering her own.

“Chris, baby, yes.” She threw her head back, her body arching. A primal, unintelligible moan ripped from her throat as she shuddered. The sight of Cynthia in her fulfillment held Chris mesmerized until she collapsed on top of him.

A moment later she fumbled with the cuffs, releasing him. He still pulsed within her as her body completely relaxed into sleep. Skimming his hand down her spine, he cupped her ass. Not too shabby for a first-time Domme. True, she hadn’t taken it as far as she could have, but Lord knew, any further might have killed him.

Now that she had discovered her dominant side, would she be willing to give it up to explore submission?