“So you can let someone else take charge of your pleasure. Someone who knows how to touch you, how to kiss you, how to give you what you need. You don’t need to worry about responding the right way or getting there fast enough. You can just let go while someone else makes all the decisions.”
I push back from the door, taking a step closer. Her eyes follow the movement.
“What if I want to make the decisions?” The question comes out in a shaky, uncertain tone. “Men don’t just get to decide they’re the ones in charge.”
“There are female Dommes, Pippa. Nobody’s saying you have to throw away feminism just because you’re curious about exploring a fantasy. That’s freedom to me—letting yourself explore the things you want. You deserve that.”
I shift forward a few inches. Pippa’s slender neck bobs as she swallows. “What does he get out of it? The Dom?”
“Making you come.”
Her lips firm. “Be serious, Ryan.”
“I am.” She has no idea how fucking serious. “It’s such a high, watching a woman respond to your fingers or your mouth and knowing how good you’re making her feel. Pushing her boundaries to find out what makes her tick. God, when you figure out how to give someone the best orgasm of their life, it’s so fucking satisfying. You know that you did something that fucking mattered.”
Pippa’s hand grips the duvet, her fingers digging into the white fabric. She blinks a few times before answering. “That, uh?—”
My lips quirk up in a half smile. “Still interested?”
“I, uh—I have to be. For work,” she says weakly.
“So you never get tired of being in control all the time? Youneverwish that you could just let go? That you could put someone else in charge of making you come?”
“Of course I do. Doesn’t everyone?”
“No, Pips.” I shake my head. “Not everyone does. That’s why sex like this is so fucking good. When you connect with someone you trust, who needs exactly what you can give them, it’s rare.”
She blinks. “Okay, so you meet this girl—this sub. What happens next?”
Pippa’s not slick. It’s obvious, she’s trying to put some distance between us, talking about some fantasy girl. Whatever. I can pretend, too.
“I ask for her safeword. She has to know she can stop things whenever she wants. If a guy ever tries to get around picking a safeword, you kick him to the fucking curb. After that, it’s all about finding out if you’re compatible."
“How does that work?”
“Some couples do lists. I’d rather just tell her what I plan to do with her. Like, I want to bend you over the edge of the bed, with all your clothes still on. Then, I want to pull down your shorts and panties so I can see for myself how wet you are for me. I’d put my hand between your shoulder blades to hold you down while I stroke your pussy until you’re gasping. Is that what you want?”
Her knees press together. “I?—”
“That’s kind of what I’d tell her.”
“Oh. Right.” She reaches for her laptop, opening it like she just remembered she should be taking notes. “That doesn’t sound that, uh—extreme.”
“No? What if, while I’m fucking you, I wrapped my fingers around your pretty throat?” My hand twitches, and she catches the small movement. I watch her neck as she swallows. “Maybe I’d squeeze it, if you were comfortable. I’d show you that I can control everything—even your breath. Is that extreme enough for you?”
I can see her pupils expanding, her body already responding to me, even though I haven’t even touched her.
“I’d watch how you reacted. If you looked stiff or uncomfortable, I’d know that was a turnoff. But if your body went loose and pliant, if you spread your thighs wide for me or rubbed them together, I’d know how much you liked it.”
“What if I resisted? What if I fought you?” she whispers. She’s practically at the edge of the bed, as close to me as she can get.
“Then I’d tell you to use your words. Tell me why you’re fighting it. Because if you’re just being a brat, then I’ll have to make you behave.”
She squeezes her thighs together, and I see the way her eyes glaze over with lust. Why am I not surprised that Pippa’s idea of submission involves putting up a fight?
And why do I like that so much?
“I’d keep you pinned to the bed while I used my fingers to play with that pretty pussy, figuring out what makes your thighs shake. Every shortened breath, every moan, every thrust of your hips, I’d be watching. Any good Dom only wants one thing.”
