“Is there anything you feel you want or need to do here tonight at the club?”
No, there really wasn’t, but she didn’t want to be wasteful. “You made plans—”
“We have already established plans change. What’s really bothering you?” How did Evan know something else was bothering her? Seraphina wasn’t sure she liked how perceptive he was.
“You paid a lot for us to be here.”
“A lot is relative, Seraphina. I would say given the benefits of my experience. It was well worth it. It is certainly not enough of a reason for us to stay when we have exhausted our time here.”
“But all those… items you had brought into the room for us to play with.” Evan had gone to a lot of effort.
“You know, we can bring them with us. Take a look. Decide what you want to take with you.” She was attracted to the way he demanded what he wanted. It scared her how easy it was to follow his direction. No, what terrified her was how much she wanted to. Pushing those feelings aside, she got up from the bed and moved to examine the items he’d planned to use. They were an interesting array of things.
Seraphina studied them for a moment, before commenting, “This is an eclectic variety of items.” Evan moved to stand beside her before answering.
“You never asked what kind of Dom I was.” Crap, no, she hadn’t. She’d just accepted Evan would take care of her. “As a rule, you should always ask. There are a variety of Doms. More importantly, not all Doms are created equal.” Seraphina felt chastised. She walked into this situation woefully unprepared. From the sounds of things, uneducated.
“I’ve been neglectful because our circumstances are not the norm for me. Normally, I would have taken the time to better prepare you. Chalk it up to my eagerness. My apologies.” He sighed. “Go, ahead. Ask me.”
“Evan,” her breath caught. He closed the space beside her. “What type of Dom are you?” As she waited for his reply, her anticipation was at an all-time high.
“Well Sweet Girl, the simple answer is I’m a Pleasure Dom.” Until her muscles loosened in relief, Seraphina had no idea that her body had been drawn taunt like a bowstring. He continued, “I enjoy sensation play in many forms.” The term sounded innocuous, but there was something about the way he said it, which caused her to ask, “Sensation play?”
“Simply put. I enjoy bringing pleasure through the senses.”
“Okay.” She encouraged him to go on.
“This can be done in a variety of ways. Overstimulation can derive so much pleasure. It would amaze you the distinct sensations you can awaken with a variation in touch.” Her nipples pebbled as if he had reached over and plucked them. “Firm, gentle, rough, soft, abrasive. Temperature. Too hot, maybe hot wax. Too cold, strategically placed ice. Taste, sweet, savoury. Sound. The sound of your partner's heartbeat amplified throughout the room. Descriptions of every delectable action.” Seraphina had never been this wet in her life. Just from his words. She could feel the pulse of her core longing for him to fill her. As he continued, the volume of his voice dropped, and the tone became deeper. “Or having one of those senses taken awakens, and heightens all the other senses while you play. Then when they return, that sense becomes an erotic gift. Ironically, I no longer have one of my senses. I can tell you when one is suppressed all the others awaken with ferocity.”
He grasped the back of her neck and used his thumb to stroke the column of her neck. His touch sent shivers down her spine, and she felt her heart racing. It was like his words were placing her under his spell.
“Since you are new to the lifestyle, I wanted your introduction to be exploratory. For us to work together to find what would enhance your pleasure. I hope I answered your questions.” She nodded.
“Words.” He growled.
As soon as the word “Yes” escaped her mouth, he pulled her to him and kissed her.
ChapterTwelve
EVAN
Hard didn’t begin to describe the state of his cock. Evan reluctantly broke their kiss. His hand was still on her neck, and her pulse was wild beneath his touch. He pressed his forehead to hers. “Did you have questions about the items I selected?”
Seraphina cleared her throat, “no questions.” He could understand her hesitance. The last question he answered had gotten her very excited. He could smell her arousal. Damn, he wanted a fucking taste.
“So, you know what you want to take with us?”
“I…” She hesitated.
“Talk to me,” Evan demanded, but before she could answer, he realized what was happening. “Do you still want to head back to the hotel?” He hoped she would say no. They were both so aroused. Changing locations would disturb the need pulsing between them. More than likely, they would have to rebuild it.
“No.” She reached out and pressed her hand to his chest. “Can we stay here?”
“Fuck yes. Anything for my Sweet Girl.” Evan knew he probably made his declaration with far too much intensity. It was the way that she was affecting him that made him unable to tone it down like he had been doing all night long. He gave her a quick peck before releasing her from his hold and stepping back.
“Dress off.” Being a Pleasure Dom didn’t dull his need for control. He was capable of extreme gentleness. However, he knew if he tapped into that side of himself now, with her, with them both aroused beyond reason, there would be no play session. Even as it was, he wasn’t sure how long it could last. Or how effective it would be. Not with the need to pound into her and fill her with his seed. Where the fuck had that come from? Fifty-two years and never had a thought like that ever crossed his mind. Seraphina would be the exception to every fucking rule, and damn the consequences.
Evan felt her walk past him. No doubt she was returning the dress from where she got it. She returned and touched his hand as she informed him, “done.”
