She nods and now she’s playing with my shirtcollar with both hands. “I want to be pinned down and fucked until I’m bow-legged. I want our little secret to be between us. I want to take you to dinner to meet my parents without me wearing any panties, and my ass stinging because you stopped the car and spanked me five minutes before we got there because you wanted to remind me I’m your good girl…Sir.”
Fuck.
Me.
I don’t think—I feel. Myleft hand shoots out, fists her hair, and drags her to me so I can crush my lips over hers in a deep, sucking kiss.
She lets out one of those sexy, mewling sighs and wraps her arms around my neck. My right hand cups her left nipple, my thumb brushing over the tip, where it peaks for me. Then I trap it between my thumb and forefinger and start rolling it back and forth as I fuck her mouth withmy tongue.
She likes that.
I increase the pressure, until I’m pinching and she’s now sitting in my lap with her legs wrapped around me, too, and trying to grind against me.
I have to use my fist in her hair to pull her lips off mine, because she won’t let me end the kiss.
Because there’s still a little future lawyer in me jumping up and down on the emergency brake and trying to engage it.
“How do I know if you want to struggle for fun, or if you’re really saying no?” I manage.
Because she has noooooo idea the depths of my darkness.
She smiles. “How about I say ‘Casey’?”
I blink and start laughing, my mood a little more in hand, which works. Because she laughs with me.
“Yeah, that would do it,” I tell her.
She nibbles on my chin. “I mean it—I want to let go. I like giving upcontrol like this, because I trust you.”
More emotion pours into me, compounding my muddled mental state right now. “You trust me?”
She nods. “You’ve never tried to push me. But I can see…” She cocks her head to the side, something she and Casey both do when they’re thinking. “I can see it inside you. You like to be in control, and you’ve been holding back. I feel it when we’re together. Likeyou’re forcing yourself to be the good guy, but the bad guy wants to play.”
This is something else that tells me I’m going to marry her—because she pays attention to me as much as I pay attention to her.
I slowly nod. “I have…fantasies,” I finally admit.
Her eyes widen, hope painted there. “Pleasetell me it involves rope and spankings?” she eagerly asks.
“Um…” I sigh and sit back, takingher hands in mine. “Okay. How about you tell me your absolute darkest fantasy, and then I’ll tell you mine? No judgment, seriously.”
Honestly, it’s a miracle I can eventalkright now, much less form coherent sentences. My cock has once again softened a little.
She’s still studying me. “We’re married,” she softly says. “You’re practicing law, and I’m a teacher. It’s the end of the day and whenyou come home from work, you find me kneeling in the hall, in nothing but a leather collar and cuffs. You’ve had a shitty day, so you take me into the living room and spank the crap out of me for stress relief. Then you have me kneel between your legs, where you’re sitting on the couch, and you face-fuck me, hard. Gagging me, making me take it. Fist in my hair and everything. I swallow when youcome and then you pull me up into your arms and kiss me, snuggling with me, before you carry me upstairs and make love to me.”
I realize at the end of this my mouth has dropped open. She blushes, totally red-faced now, not something I’ve seen her do before. She sits back and tugs her hands free from mine, hugging her arms around herself and covering her breasts.
“Or is that too much, Sir?” shewhispers.
Here I’d been worried she was going to bolt on me.
I grab the front of her throat and push her down onto the bed, sideways, so I can roll her onto her back and straddle her. I grab her wrists and pin them over her head and lean in, my lips inches over hers and staring directly into her eyes.
“I’m at work one afternoon,” I say. “In my law office. You get out of work before I do andstop on your way home. I tell you to lock the door behind you, and you do. Then I pull you in and make you kneel on the floor and suck my cock.”
I hear her sharp intake of breath, the good kind, and watch a different kind of pink flush fill her neck, her chest.
“I don’t let you come then,” I tell her. “In fact, once I’ve come and you’ve swallowed like my good girl, I tell you that I’d bettercome home to find you naked and wearing a large butt plug.”
