Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(34)

mind. He dragged it to the middle of the room.


“Sit.” He opened the top dresser drawer and removed the items he’d need.


She remained in a prim and proper pose. Her head wasn’t bowed and her eyes seemed

mighty interested in what he held in his hands.


He stepped so close she had to widen her knees to accommodate him, grinning down at her

because her mouth was level with his cock. “So, what do you think I’m gonna do?”


Her gaze traveled up his torso until their eyes met. “I think you’ll unzip your jeans

so I can give you a blowjob.”


Ben’s smile faded. He crouched until they were eye-to-eye. “Last night, when you were

playing at bein’ a Domme, whose pleasure were you more concerned with? Yours? Or mine?

”


“Mine.”


“And that’s where you went wrong, Angel. That’s how I knew you weren’t truly a

Domme. Bein’ dominant isn’t about takin’ what you want.”


Her cheeks reddened and she looked away.


“Eyes on me, please.”


Her gaze winged back to his.


“Bein’ dominant is about figuring out what the submissive needs. It’s about trust.

Tonight, as your dominant, you’re trusting me to give you what you need, maybe even

when you don’t know what that need is.”


“And you know what I need?” she asked with an edge of surliness.


He nodded.


“How? You don’t even know me.”


“That’s where you’re mistaken. I’ve been observing you since I first saw you.

Before we even talked I watched you. While you were sizing me up, I watched you. And

last night when we walked through the club? I studied your reaction to every scene and

your response every time I touched you. When I had my hand between your legs getting

you off, I watched you. When I had my mouth between your legs, makin’ you come? Well,

I really watched you then. So I may not know your favorite kind of ice cream, or the

name of the street you grew up on, or your birthday, but I guarantee that I’ve learned

things about you that’d surprise…even you.”


Her eyes never left his as she processed his words. He could practically see her

backtracking, trying to remember how much of herself she’d given away.


“What?”


“I was an awful Domme, wasn’t I?”


“Not awful. Just confused about the difference between power and control. So let me

show you.” Ben smooched her mouth. “Lay back and let your arms fall to the floor.”


She straddled the bench and stretched out. “Like this?”


“Nope. Scoot down so your head is almost hanging off the end. Now move your feet until

they’re right beside the bench legs. Yep. Perfect.” Ben dropped the straps on the

floor and trailed the ends of the silk scarves up her sumptuous body. Starting at her

knees, zigzagging across her exposed flesh, swirling around her nipples, watching the

tips constrict. “Such a gorgeous body. I love seein’ you nekkid. Once I start

touching you I won’t wanna stop.”


The tensed line around her mouth softened.


Ben lowered to his knees. “Relax your shoulders.” He twined the red scarves from her