Shoulda Been a Cowboy (Rough Riders #7)(16)

“So what’s churning inside that pretty head of yours, princess?”


“I was just thinking I still run from situations that scare me. Dogs. People.”


“Do I scare you because I’m a cop?”


She shook her head.


“Good.”


“But that’s not entirely true. I’ve never been in this situation before.”


“What situation is that?”


“Asking you for something.”


“You afraid I’ll deny you?”


Domini shrugged. “Given our past…situation, maybe I am a little afraid you’ll think I’m weird for what I want.”


Cam reached out to reassure her, but thought better of it. Now was the time for talking, not touching. “Try me.”


“It’s about sex. At least, I’m assuming we’re going to have sex.”


Sweet Jesus. Hopefully she wasn’t one of those stump fetish freaks who could only get off with amputees. He’d never been with a woman like that, but lots of guys he’d met at the VA talked about being approached by women—and men—with that bizarre fetish. “So if I say, yes, I’m ready to nail you right now…you’d say?”


“Yes.” She removed her sunglasses and locked her gaze to his. “I’d say what I really want is for you to take control of me during sex. Just like you did last night when you handcuffed me, pushed me to my knees and made me suck you off.”


His heart began to race. “You liked that?”


“Yes. A lot.”


“Why?”


“I’ve never been able to really let go in any kind of sexual situation.”


“Why not?”


“I used to think it was because I was with a church organization for a lot of years and they taught us sex—wanting it, doing it—was totally wrong. But my real problem is I worry too much I won’t measure up because I’m so inexperienced. And if you haven’t realized it yet, I’m also shy.”


Cam smiled. “Really? I hadn’t noticed.”


Domini rolled her eyes. “So I’ve always fantasized about finding a man who will take away my choice, who won’t let me be shy about any aspect of sex. A man who will command me to please him and myself, but who won’t physically hurt me.”


“You looking at playing master and slave? The boot licking, collar-wearing type of role-playing and pretend punishments?”


“No. I just…don’t want to have to think about sex. I want to surrender my body to a man who pushes me to my sexual limits so I can experience the ultimate pleasure and give it back to him in return any way he wants it.”


“Have you ever been in this type of sexual relationship?”


“No. I haven’t had many lovers.”


“How many?”


“Three.”


It figured. Domini was as innocent as he’d feared. “So if you’ve had little sexual experience or exposure to a dominant male, how do you know so much about this?”


Color tinged her cheeks. “I don’t…well…besides reading romance novels with a bit of a domination theme. I realized that type of sexual relationship was what I was looking for.”


“Submissive?”


She nodded.


“Say the word. If you want to be submissive to me, you’ll say it.”


“Submissive.”


“So if you’re submissive, that makes me…?”


“Dominant.”


“Exactly. Do you know what it means to be under the rule of a dominant male, Domini?”


“No. But I know you’ll teach me. I want you to teach me.”


That little remark made his dick hard. “You wanna know why I stayed away from you? Because I couldn’t imagine you—sweet, kind, timid Domini—letting me have my way with you however I wanted. Letting me f*ck your mouth, your cunt, your ass. I couldn’t fathom you’d be willing to let me call the shots and play rough.”


“How rough?”


“I’d never use my rougher edges as an excuse to hurt you. Spanking your ass with my hand is one thing, making you bleed by punching you in the face falls into a whole nother realm.


“For example.” He leaned forward, using his voice as a lure. “If I wanna handcuff you to my bed all night or all day, I will. If I wanna f*ck you against the truck, I will. If I want you to go down on me in my patrol car when no one else is around, you will. If you agree to this, my rules are simple. Any time, any place, any position I say, you say, ‘yes’.”



“Yes.”


He bit back a growl of approval. “You oughta know I’m beyond demanding when it comes to getting what I need from my lover.”


“Have you been in a relationship like this before?”


Cam debated on how much to tell her. But if he expected honesty from her, he’d better reciprocate. “Yes, I’ve been in several. Not since—” I lost my leg and my nerve, “—my injury.”