Just One Taste (Topped #2)(48)

She tried to figure out what he was talking about. “I let you tie me up and do what you want with me.”

He pressed his torso up, looking her in the eyes. “No. You manipulate me until you get what you want. This is what I want. I want to be on top of you, inside you, with you wrapped up around me like you can’t get enough. I want you with me. I don’t want us to be two people getting off. I want more.”

It scared her to death, but she did, too. “How can I please you, Sir?”

His hips moved, rubbing that glorious cock of his up against her pajama bottoms. He’d stolen all her undies so it was only the thin cotton of her pants and his boxers that kept them apart. She would have protested the fact that he was allowed to wear undies and she wasn’t, but that particular argument had almost led to losing bra privileges, and she wasn’t risking that again. Sometimes her Dom was an immovable object.

And that was a good thing.

“I want to put my mouth on you.”

She felt herself stiffen. She was pretty sure he wasn’t talking about kissing her lips again. This was something she’d been trying to avoid. When he would start to roam down there, she would rub and twist and force them into a position that made oral impossible. Damn it, she did top from the bottom.

His hand found her hair and twisted lightly, forcing her gaze back to him. “Did he tell you you don’t taste good?”

She hated the fact that her ex-husband was still here, still causing her issues. “Yes. He tried it once when we were first married and said he couldn’t stand it. He never tried it again.”

“Deena, I want you to listen to me and listen to me good. I am not that man. I will never be that man and I want that man out of our relationship. This is between you and me, and he has no place here so I will make my own decisions. I will say one more thing about him and then you’re going to let that shit go for the rest of the night. He was a selfish little prick and he denied himself and you. You’re better off without him and I’m going to show you why. You are not to think about what he said to you when I’m eating your * like it’s the best piece of pie ever baked. Do you understand? That’s going to be my mouth on you, my lips and tongue making you come, and make no mistake, you will come for me. You’re going to love it when your Master tells you to spread your legs and let him have a taste of his *. Yeah, that * is mine and I’ll lick and suck on it whenever I want from now on. Am I understood?”

When he talked like that, so dark, his tone deep and demanding, she couldn’t help but respond. There was something in the core of her being that reacted to the way he took control. “Yes, Sir.”

She couldn’t fight him when he talked like that, couldn’t even argue her point. Not about something like this. He wanted to kiss her there. He wouldn’t be put off or listen to the reasons why it might not be a good idea. His will held sway here.

“You’re to be still. Do you understand? I want you to reach up and grab the rods of the headboard and don’t let go.” He stared down at her. “This is the time when you can choose to disobey me and send this all into the spiral that leads to us f*cking the way we have every time before. I’m asking you not to. I’m asking you to let us be what we can be.”

He didn’t seem to require her response, merely set forth his request. She could force his hand or finally give the man what he wanted. She’d fought him and for what? Because Eddie had been an ass? Because she was still worried about what he’d wanted or disliked?

Shouldn’t she ask herself what she wanted? Did she want to feel Eric’s tongue on her *? Yes. Yes, she pretty much couldn’t think of anything she wanted more. She’d never had it before. Nothing beyond a single, pathetic lick that showed her nothing and then humiliation. Did she want to know what Serena’s books talked about? Hell, yes.

She had to hope it wouldn’t end the same way.

She let her hands drift up, finding the headboard and gripping it as he’d asked. She felt him shudder as though her submission had sent a wave of pleasure through him. He brushed his lips against hers before moving down her body. His lips moved over her neck. He licked at her, the sensation running through her. His hands moved to the top of her tank.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he said right before he ripped it in two and bared her breasts. Her nipples were already hard nubs, begging for his attention. She couldn’t care less about the tank top. She hated any fabric that came between them. She wanted to feel his skin against hers, the heat warming them both.

He kissed his way down her neck to her chest, his tongue coming out to lick at her nipple while his left hand tortured the other. His thumb rasped over the tip of her breast as he sucked the opposite one. She could feel his tongue whirling around and around, making her womb clench. Shudders went through her system as wave after wave of arousal hit her.

Blood pounded through her body as he inched his way down. He kissed her stomach and dipped his tongue into her belly button before moving lower. His fingers dipped under the waistband of her PJ pants.

“Lift up.”

She pushed her butt up, following his order. She found herself without pants very quickly. He got to his feet at the end of her bed and pulled them off her body. He was too big for her double. When she got her first paycheck from her new job, she would have to look into buying a new bed. A queen or maybe a king. Her Dom was a big guy. He needed his space, though she kind of thought he would end up being a cuddler.