Fuck him for being so fucking gorgeous.
“I’m not as sweet and innocent as I was when I was eighteen.” I stood in front of him. “I’m not the same person you left. You don’t know me.”
“Lulu.” He placed a hand behind my neck and squeezed. “I know you.”
My knees went weak. “But I wasn’t into BDSM back then. I wasn’t a submissive.”
“And, yet, here we are.” He shrugged. “Thank god we have those things in common.”
“You were in the community back then?”
“I was.”
“Did my dad know?” I covered my mouth. “My dad wasn’t…”
He opened his mouth to answer.
“Never mind. I don’t want to know.”
“Okay, but in reference to how much you have changed,” Zach tilted his head, “back then you were just as submissive, you just didn’t know what to call it. Your submissive spirit was one of the many things that drew me to you. It’s not a surprise you found your way to a BDSM club. You were seeking someone to make you feel the way I made you feel. Someone to reward you for your submission. It was a high you sought after time and time again and it brought you back to me.”
We stood in silence for a while. The sexy Dominant was now giving me a choice to make.
“I need time, Zach.”
“You are mine, Lucinda.” His demanding tone sent a chill through me. But then his face softened. “But I can give you time.” His hands dropped to his side.
Disappointment flooded my system.
“But, first.” Zach stepped into my space. I stumbled back and he caught me. “I just have to—Oh, fuck it.”
He placed his hands on either side of my head and drew me toward him. His lips landed on mine. The kiss was hot and hard and demanding. My instinct was to fight. I pushed at his chest. I didn’t want him. This man of questionable morals demanding blind devotion. He’d had his chance and been too scared to take it. Then when he did take it, it was on terms he’d invented, in his own mind, to justify his actions.
No, this was not the man who’d looked out for me and protected me, even from myself. Back then we’d made sense, but too much time had passed, and the events of the last few days were wrong on so many levels.
No, I didn’t want him.
The lie lived in my head for a millisecond before my rational side shut down and gave way to my submissive side who always responded to her Dom in the only way she knew how.
I stopped fighting and instead wanted to please him. My Zach, my Dom. The kiss was just the beginning.
Zach’s muscles tensed as she scooped me into his arms, my fingers already clawing at the fabric of his shirt, desperate to feel skin. The leather couch creaked beneath us as he lowered us down. My hands fumbled for his belt buckle, but his palm slid between my thighs and I froze.
The possessive hold made me melt into the couch. I had fantasied this moment so many times. Visions of Zach hovering over me before sliding inside of me, making me scream his name.
“I am sure in your mind you envisioned our first time would be some sensual romantic fantasy where I make love to you, taking my time to give you exactly what you deserve. Cherishing you. My precious Lulu.”
He cupped my chin. It sounded nice. All of it sounded sweet and he was right, it was what I’d fantasied at one point in my life.
“But, right now, I need to be inside of you.” He pushed my panties to the side and plunged two fingers inside of me. “You’re so wet for me already, Lucinda.”
I threw my head back, grinding on his fingers. He rubbed my clit in tiny circles. My insides seized and I cried out as I came all over his hand.
“That’s my girl.” He removed his fingers and worked on releasing himself. “Next time, ask for permission.”
I barely registered what he said before he took his cock out and stroked it. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was beautiful.
“I want to take you bare.”
