Nathan halts me midway, taking the dishes from my hand and quietly carrying them to my kitchen. Putting them in the dishwasher, he washes his hands in the sink.
For a moment, I forget we work together. It rather feels like a scene of two people dating and living together.
I quietly observe Nathan. Perhaps a little bit of a gentleman does exist inside him. No matter how hard he tries to bury that side with barbed wire and cutting taunts.
Aryan was never this thoughtful. He was more of a traditional guy, expecting his woman to do stuff related to the kitchen and maintain the house. I didn’t think much of it because it’s how I saw my mom behave around my father. So, I fell into the same role.
In retrospect, it was a red flag that I missed.
Who knows how many others I ignored?
“What’s that look for?”
“Huh?” I blink out of my stupor.
Nathan rounds the island to where I’m standing, leaning his hip against the edge and crossing his arms over his chest. “What are you thinking?”
“Nothing.” It takes herculean effort not to check out and drool over his flexed biceps and powerful forearms from this close.
“Spill it, angel.”
Knowing he won’t budge, I reveal, “I didn’t expect you to help me clean up.”
“Because I was brought up with a silver spoon in my mouth?”
“So was I. You just give off that vibe.”
“A rich snob?”
“Domineering.”
“Being dominant doesn’t equate to being a sexist,” he says before dropping his voice an octave, “and the only place I demand a woman’s complete submission and fulfill my every whim is in the bedroom.”
My rough exhales skate over my parted lips. His dark, deviant confession spreads like a wildfire on every expanse of my body.
The first time he fucked me was a preview.
Nothing but foreplay.
I’m yet to burn in the flames of his dominance and passion.
“Sounds more fun for you than the woman,” I argue.
“Does it?” he counters, his voice husky. My hips collide with the island when he cages me against it with his hands braced on either side. “If I remember correctly, you’ve come more times than I have when I dominate you.”
Heat climbs up to my cheeks. Reaching up, he cups the side of my face, tracing the outline of my mouth in a teasing circle with his thumb. Slipping it in, he presses on my bottom lip and tugs on it.
I clutch the smooth marble behind me, forcing myself to hold his primal gaze.
“Watching a woman fall apart under my touch brings me pleasure,” he rasps. “When she trusts me to give up all control to me is what gets my dick hard. Will there be times I use her body to satemylust? Yes. It will be becauseshecraves it. Loves to please me. As long as my cock is inside her, she’s content.”
I’m panting hard, envisioning myself as his woman. Every single thing he said turns me on. I’m aching to experience it all.
The only way it can happen is if I gather the courage and ask him for a casual sexual relationship. For the first time, I yearn to demand my own pleasure. Take a stroll on the wild side without putting my heart on the line.
Do it now.
Ask him.
