Nobody's Lost (Rescue Me Saga #5)(39)

“There’s nothing wrong with a sub telling a Dom what she likes. We’re still getting to know each other. I think, if I give you an orgasm, we might be treading into an area we shouldn’t.”

“Taboo?”

“Not by my standards, but we both know this isn’t going to continue beyond another day or two at most.”

“I’ll be okay.”

“No. You’re not the type who can just walk away from something that intense and move on. I don’t want you to have regrets. Besides, if Top knew I was talking with his little sister about these things in the first place, he’d roast my nuts over a fire pit.”

“I don’t discuss my sex life with Adam—Patrick, either.”

“You don’t have a sex life.”

She elbowed him. “Not for a lack of trying. Why won’t you let me decide who I want to be with and when?”

“Because you’re too young.”

“I’m older than you and your wife were when you got married.”

“We haven’t known each other long enough. Sherry and I were together for years before having sex or getting kinky.”

Okay, enough already. She flipped over and leaned on her elbow as she glared into his face. “Just because I haven’t had sex yet doesn’t mean I don’t have a clue what it involves. I’ve read a lot romance novels.” When he rolled his eyes, she smiled, undeterred. “You might be surprised that you’d enjoy some of them, especially military romances. But I’m not wet behind the ears when it comes to what happens between a man and woman in bed, any more than I am when it comes to kink. Everyone has to start somewhere.”

“You do know that you can have a kink experience without sex.”

She pursed her lips. “Well, yes, in theory. But it would be more fun with sex, I would think. I know how excited I get reading about it.”

He remained silent for a long, tense moment. “Rule number one—I will engage with you in light kink, but no sex. I will help you explore your submissive side. As you said at dinner, it might help me regain some of the control I’ve been missing in my life lately.”

“I was talking about restraining you then.”

“Don’t even entertain the thought.”

Megan grinned. She could hold off on a scene like that. What did she know about restraining someone safely anyway? She had a lot to learn and a short time to learn it.

Time to continue this negotiation. “Define sex.”

“Intercourse.”

“So you’ll touch my clit or my breasts?”

“In a scene, I’ll touch anything that isn’t a hard limit. I just won’t take your virginity. Popping your kink cherry is monumental enough for me.”

She couldn’t believe how quickly things had evolved from a notion after her encounter with the coyote to negotiating her first scene with Ryder. Despite his protests about not wanting to explore kink with her, he seemed to enjoy it as much as she did.

“When do we start?”

*

Did he want to do this? Hell, yeah, but his wants weren’t necessarily what she needed. They wouldn’t have more than a few days together before she returned to her world. How would she handle such a short-term relationship? Of course, they could still get together on occasion for a scene—even dinner, drinks, or a movie. He enjoyed spending time with her as a friend, first and foremost.

Ryder pulled away from her and rolled off the bed. “Wait here. I need to get some things ready first.”

Disappointment warred with anticipation on her face. Maybe he could start building that anticipation to heights she’d never imagined.

“Before I go, you will try the first position I want you to practice.”

“Position?” Her voice grew husky, making his dick strain against his jeans.

“Get up from the bed and stand there.” While she followed his order, he walked around the bed and toward her.

“I want you on your knees while you wait for me.”

After a slight hesitation, she reached for the bed and lowered herself to the rug at their feet.

“Hands behind your back.”

“Are you going to handcuff me?”

“Jesus, no. Not unless you’re into pain. But no worries. I don’t even own a pair of handcuffs. All my cuffs are leather.”

Her pupils dilated at the word leather.

“Sit back on your heels, back straight and tall, and I want you to stare only at this spot on the rug.” His toe showed her where he wanted her gaze, and she assumed the position.

“Very nice. Stay there until I return.”

“Yes, Sir.”

His dick strained even more at her unwavering obedience. “Who taught you to call a Dom Sir?”

She grinned. “Master Z.”

“So you’ve had some experience with BDSM before?” Why had he thought she was a novice?

“No. Well, not in real life. He’s a Dom in a series of books I read. I guess you could say he was my first Dom.”

Was he one of the Doms she fantasized about when playing with her Hitachi? She seemed to have learned a lot about protocols from her novels.

He walked down the hall to his bedroom. He’d built this room onto the house, with blueprints provided by Carlos for what he wanted to have in his home someday. Unlike the older parts of the house, this one had a wall of windows, with a French door opening onto a patio where he had installed a hot tub and a sauna.