Chapter 8
Faye
I hold my breath as I look into his eyes. Is he going to kiss me?
He sets his forehead against mine and growls. "You've bewitched me, Faye. I thought if we had coffee together in a vanilla setting, I would realize we aren't the least bit compatible. Instead, you've lured me in deeper. I want to kiss you senseless while I slide my hand between your legs and rub your pussy until you come hard in your jeans."
I gasp. My entire body trembles. I think I could come any second from listening to his words. I'm panting.
He growls again. "Every time you react to me with those innocent doe eyes, I fall harder under your spell. I want to own you. I want to mold you and train you to submit to me. I've never worked with someone as green as you. I don't train submissives. I don't have the patience for it. But then you stepped into my club, and now I want things I've never wanted before. I want to erase every previous experience you've had with any man. I feel sort of violent about it. Possessive. It's irrational how jealous I am of every previous boyfriend you've had."
My lips part. It's hard to concentrate. He's scrambling my brain. My breasts feel heavy, and he's standing so close that my nipples are rubbing against his chest through my sweater and bra.
Easton is breathing heavily, and I think he's struggling to control himself as he lowers his face to my neck and nuzzles me below my ear. "You smell amazing," he whispers.
His scent fills my nose, too. It's calming. Almost familiar. I tip my head to the side, giving him better access. God, I want him to kiss me.
He licks my earlobe and bites it just enough to make me whimper. He growls again. "What are you doing to me, woman?"
I don't have an answer, and I don't think he needs one. But I'm scared out of my mind. I could easily let him consume me, and when this thing is over, I'm going to get hurt.
But I can't stop it either. I want this experience. I want to know what it feels like to be with a man. I'm not stupid enough to think we would become a couple or anything. Like he said, we aren't compatible. I'm a very awkward, dorky, inexperienced fish out of water. He's this buff, sexy, confident Dominant.
I don't know why he's so intrigued by me, but I do know it can't last. Do I take a chance anyway and let him take me places I never thought I would go? I can't turn this around now. It's too late. I'd regret it for the rest of my life. I'll take this opportunity and figure out how to pick up the pieces afterward.
I lift my hands to his waist and hold on to the loops of his jeans.
"I love how you tremble in my arms," he whispers in my ear.
I shiver every time his breath hits my neck. A soft moan escapes my lips. He's making it impossible to think. I'm vaguely aware that we're standing in a parking garage. Anyone who walks by can see us in this intimate embrace. It's so erotic, and I don't care.
"Tell me you're going to let me train you, Faye," he murmurs.
I bite my lip. I'm going to let him do whatever he wants with me. I know it in my soul. I can fight it, but I can't stop it.
He lifts his head from my neck, cups my face with both hands, and holds my gaze from two inches away. His body is leaning into mine. His expression is so intense. "Let me be the one, Faye. Let me teach you everything you need to know about BDSM. Let me help you find your authentic kink."
I nod. There's no other option.
He gives me a slow smile. "God, you're so fucking sexy. When I look into your eyes, I see tremendous innocence. It's irrational. It's hot as fuck."
I lick my lips. "It's not irrational," I mutter.
He searches my gaze, shifting his attention from one eye to the other over and over. "How many men have you slept with, Faye?"
I swallow hard. Will he stuff me back in this car and take me home if I tell him the truth?
"Faye…"
I draw in a breath. "None."
He hesitates for a moment, and then his eyes pop wide.
I'm freaking out inside. He's going to release me any second as though I've burned him.
"You're a virgin?"
My cheeks heat further. I say nothing.
"Jesus…" He doesn't release me. In fact, his hands are tighter on my face, his body pressing harder against me. His forehead comes to mine again, and he closes his eyes, taking deep breaths.
I want to know what he's thinking, but I don't move or speak. I wait. This confrontation was inevitable. Better to get it out of the way now. If he's going to end this thing before it starts, at least I won't be left shredded and destroyed.
That's probably not true. I would already be shredded if he changed his mind. I'll understand. Who wants to date a woman as weird and inexperienced as me? I won't blame him. But I will probably spend the rest of the weekend in a fetal position, trying to pull myself together.
He licks his lips, opens his eyes, and leans his head back again. Inches. Not more. "How many men have touched your pussy?"
I flinch at the crude word. I won't lie to him. He's trying to make a decision. "None."
"How many have suckled your breasts?"
"None." I'm going to pass out from the stress of this.
"How many men have you kissed?"
"None."
"No one has touched you? Ever?"
I glance to the right and then the left when his voice raises. "Maybe you could shout that a bit louder. I don't think the people in the skyscrapers heard you." I'm never sarcastic. I don't even know where those words come from. I'm embarrassed. This is humiliating. I'd rather he strip me naked next to the car than tell everyone in earshot I'm a virgin.
He winces and looks around. "Fuck. I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking."
No one is nearby. No one heard him. I doubt he was as loud as it sounded in my head.
He slides his thumbs to my mouth and strokes.
I part my lips, breathing heavily.
He stares at my lips. "Last night, you kept touching your lips, and I desperately wanted to stroke them myself. I kept visualizing you letting my fingers into your mouth and sucking on them." His voice is low and gravelly.
Some Faye from a parallel universe flicks her tongue out and licks his thumb. I don't know her, but I like how bold she is.
His breath hitches. "Faye…" He eases his thumbs away from my lips.
"Are you going to take me home now?"
His brows furrow. "Why would I do that?"
I shrug. "You can date any woman in the universe. Surely, you'd rather it not be someone as ignorant about everything as I am."
His eyes widen. "Oh, baby, you are sorely mistaken. I'm so turned on right now I'm going to come in my pants. Inside, I'm doing a weird, ugly, happy dance with fists pumping. All of your firsts will be mine. That does not turn me off."
I purse my lips. He seems sincere.
"Here's what we're going to do," he declares, seemingly pulling himself together. "First, if it's okay with you, I'm going to kiss you. Then, I'm going to take your hand, and we're going to enjoy the Olympic Sculpture Park for a few hours. After that, I'm going to take you shopping. After that, we'll go to dinner. Next, we'll go to Edge. We'll go before it opens so I can spend some time showing you around the club with no one watching. If you're up to it, we can do a scene together, either in private before people arrive, in a private room, or in front of the other members."
"Uhh…I got stuck back on the kissing part, and most of the rest was a blur," I admit.
He chuckles. "Let's do that first then. Yeah?"
"You won't judge me?"
"Never. Not about anything. I will cherish every first you let me have. Even if you only give me this one, I will forever hold it in my heart."
"You're very confusing," I say, frowning.
"How's that?" He's grinning.
"Half the time, you talk like you're going to boss me around and bend me to your will. The other half of the time, you act like you're going to give me choices."
He winces, but he's still grinning at the same time. "That's because I keep forgetting how green you are. The Dom in me wants to control everything. Then I remember you aren't familiar with how a D/s relationship works. The most important thing for you to understand is that you hold all of the power in everything we do. Nothing happens without your consent."
I frown, confused. "I don't understand a word of what you just said."
"It's a power exchange, Faye. Every inch of me wants you to turn that power over to me. But it's yours to give. Not mine to take. You have to give me permission to dominate you. Safe, sane, and consensual. We'll gradually talk through the aspects of what a D/s relationship looks like, but every step of the way, I will make sure you're consenting. My goal is to give you exactly what you need and not one ounce more. I have no interest in pushing someone to do something that doesn't make them squirm. I want you to crave what we do together. I want you trembling with need. If anything feels off or you're not ready for it, I will back up. You will learn to use a safeword."
"Okay." I'm not sure I fully grasp this rabbit hole I've fallen into, but hopefully, he will repeat everything later.
"Your eyes are glassy. Don't worry. I will explain everything as we go along."
Is he still going to kiss me? I look at his lips.
"I guess you're okay with the idea of me kissing you," he teases as his lips come to my cheek. His hands slide down to my shoulders.
"Yes, please."
He growls again. I like that sound. It makes me feel sexy.
He kisses my cheek and then nibbles a path to my lips. At first, he's careful and tentative, kissing me gently and slowly. It's nice, but I like it better when he angles his head to one side and deepens the kiss. His lips part, and he licks along the seam of my mouth until I open for him.
When his tongue slides along my bottom lip, I grip his belt loops tighter. Who knew a kiss could be so arousing? I moan when he slides his tongue against mine and then gently sucks mine into his mouth.
So, this is kissing… It doesn't seem like any kiss I've ever seen in real life or on TV. It's so much more. I'm leaning into him. I feel wanton and desperate. I never want it to end.
Easton groans into my mouth as he continues to devour me as though I'm his last meal. It's so erotic. If anyone is watching, they're getting an eyeful. I hope there are no kids around.
It seems like an hour before he releases my mouth. He's panting. "Faye…" His voice is reverent. I think he's pleased. "You're going to ruin me."
That's interesting since I was already thinking he was going to ruin me.