Chapter Seven
Lara considered her answer.His words—naughty and slightly dirty—aroused her, and that shocked her.He ordered her to do things she’d never done before, and they thrilled her.He was right.Until Connor, she’d been wanting more, wondering if her lackluster sexual experiences were typical.But now…
She had to know.
He was offering her the opportunity to experience things she might otherwise know nothing about.
So far, the things they’d done had turned her on, even the spanking, and the slight sting from the harder single tail strike.Even if they ultimately didn’t marry, she knew she’d be sorry if she missed this opportunity.
He was right that she wanted everything he’d mentioned, no matter how scandalous the suggestion.
He’d told her previously that being honest with herself might be her biggest challenge.She’d had no idea how prophetic those words were.“Yes,” she admitted aloud.
“Give me today?”
She nodded.
“Good.Now kneel as if you’re greeting me.”
Lara had to focus on his instructions and ignore her embarrassment.After what they’d shared and she’d just done, there couldn’t be anything more to worry about.
She knelt, spread her knees wide, put her hands behind her neck then tipped her head back.A bit belatedly, she remembered to draw her shoulders together.
“Very nice.”
Her hair flowed down her back and she stayed in position as he stood over her and looked down.
She avoided eye contact but not the awareness of his proximity and power…or that of her own arousal.
He slowly walked around her.Even though he’d done so in the kitchen, here, with her being naked, she experienced it in a whole new way.
When he was in front of her again, he stopped.“I like the way your body is open for me.
He crouched in front of her.Staying in position was more difficult than she could have imagined.Gently, he cupped her breasts.
She started to sway toward him, but caught herself.
“Damn.”He took hold of her nipples and rolled them gently.
“Mmm,” she said, the sound part moan, part plea.
Connor responded by tugging up on her nipples, pulling them away from her body.
It hurt, ached, but it also felt exquisite.
“You like that,” he said.
She closed her eyes, just allowing herself to enjoy the moment.
“I’m going to slap your cunt.”
In a moment of panic, she started to close her legs.
“What’s your word if you need me to slow down?”
The question jolted her out of her momentary fear.
“Bring your head to neutral and look at me.”
