Just One Taste (Topped #2)(38)

She screamed out his name and he let go, bucking into her, giving up everything he had. The orgasm washed over him like a wave crashing and he rode it. His body came alive, pumping into her.

Finally, when he had nothing left to give, he stopped, putting a hand on her back. He could feel her trembling in the aftermath. “Are you all right, baby?”

“I’m…I’m good. It’s fine.” She was quiet and he could almost see her withdrawing.

Too much. Too much emotion. Too much connection. If he pushed her too hard, he would lose her.

It was time to play the bad boy again. He bent over and kissed the small of her back, one last affection before he too withdrew.

When he stood up again, he smacked her ass hard enough to jar that plug inside her and make her jangly and achy all over again.

“You did well, but don’t forget for a second that I was in control. I won’t be so easy on you next time.” He slid the condom off, tied it and threw it away before washing his hands again. He had a brisket to serve. Cooking and sex. His two favorite things and all in one night. He intended it to be routine after tonight.

“My bottom is sore and there’s a plug in it, so I wouldn’t say you were so easy, Sir.” The sass was back in her voice.

He would let her hide for a little while longer. “Wash up and get dressed then come downstairs. You’ll be by my side for the rest of the evening.”

Her head came up, a frown on that pretty face as he tugged his shirt over his head and slipped into his boots. “Uhm, shouldn’t you help me up and treat me like a princess?”

“Baby, I did. My princess likes orgasms.” He kissed the top of her head, well aware of what her real problem was. “Don’t you dare lose that plug.”

“Eric, how am I supposed to get off this thing without losing the plug?”

Yeah, he totally had a sadistic side. He patted her pretty ass. “You’re a smart girl. I have faith in you. Five minutes, Deena, or I’ll send someone up to get you. And never, ever forget that I can be a bad boy and a good man.”

“You’re not being a very good man right now,” she groused.

He couldn’t help the grin that came over his face. “You never know what you’ll get, baby. See you in a few.”

As he closed the door, he could have sworn he heard her laughing.





CHAPTER SEVEN



Eric stared out the front window of his truck. His pretty sub was a definite distraction, but Dallas traffic required all of his attention. “I said it’s puppy play night.”

Deena turned in her seat. He’d come to think of it as hers since she spent so much time in it. Way more time than anyone else had ever spent. He picked her up and drove her home every day from work and then again to the club during training classes. Often he would come inside and work the plug into her backside before taking her hard and fast.

They still hadn’t done it in a damn bed. She seemed to like the fervent, D/s oriented sex. He was getting too old to f*ck standing up. He wanted more. He wanted to get her in bed and take his time, getting his mouth on her. Yeah, he hadn’t done that yet, either. Every time they started moving toward serious intimacy, she would pull away and he would end up going home frustrated as hell.

“I’m not sure about puppy play night,” she said.

“Really? Because you put it down as something you were interested in.” He hadn’t mentioned it to her because she’d marked it on her contract, checking the yes box with the same blue check she’d used on bondage, suspension play, and impact play.

She crossed her arms over her chest, staring out the front window as he inched forward. Silence came from her side of the car.

“Baby, did you think you would literally be playing with puppies?” She’d been a newbie coming into the training program, all of her knowledge having come from books she’d read, and not nonfiction. Though she’d been given a list of nonfiction to read, now he wondered if she’d bothered or thought that Amber Rose’s romance novels covered it all. They apparently hadn’t covered puppy play, which did not involve actual puppies. Or she was freakier than he’d ever imagined. “Baby, you didn’t think we were going to do something sexual with small dogs. Please tell me that’s not true.”

They were stopped on the freeway, so he managed to get a glimpse of her flushing.

“Don’t be nasty. I never thought that. I hadn’t heard of it before the class and it sounded like it would be fun. I thought maybe it was like a bonding experience for subs. Now that someone explained it to me it sounds weird, and I am not peeing on a fire hydrant for you.”

He burst into laughter at the very thought. She always went to the extreme. It was one of the things he’d discovered about her over the weeks they’d been together. She found humor in taking something to its odd limit. “I was never going to make you urinate on a fire hydrant. I got you a kitty litter box.”

Her outraged gasp filled his soul with joy. “Eric!”

The traffic eased and he let off the brake. They had another ten or fifteen minutes until they got to the club. He could convince her. “Baby, that would fall under water sport and we agreed not to do that. Relax. It’s nothing more than a little fun role-play.”

“I’m not sure how pretending to be a puppy is going to be fun,” she groused. “Getting to play with a bunch of puppies, now that would be fun.”