"You're in control. You're in control. You're in control," he chanted. Like it was his new mantra.
I was in control.
And for a moment, it was glorious. I rode him, undulating my hips with the instincts of a born dancer.
But it wasn't enough....I ground my hips into him, attempting but failing to find the rhythm that always made me catch fire.
I tried everything. Leaning back, twisting sideways, shifting forward so that I could feel the scrape of his chest hair against my sensitive breasts.
But nothing worked.
“Why can’t I...?" My undulations became jerky, desperate. Everything was in place, but I couldn't light the match. "Uh, Cole, I want this so bad, but I…”
“Sunny...” he croaked into my ear, his hands squeezing my thighs again. But they stayed put, refusing to guide me, even as I became more and more unhinged with need.
“Cole, baby, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but..." I let my head fall into his shoulder, my voice exhausted and needy."Take back control, please. I think I need you to get me there. Please, I’m so clos?—"
"Oh, thank fuck." He grabbed onto my waist and tilted my hips forward so my clit was right where it needed to be when he began physically moving me up and down on his shaft. "Come for me, Sunny. Come now!”
I did. Immediately, and with a scream, clamping down on him so tight that I took him over the edge with me.
His entire body quaked beneath me, then seized as he unleashed a second load into my sex.
"I've never..." I collapsed on top of him, breathing hard for reasons that seemed more emotional than physical. "Is it supposed to be like that? So intense? Is that how it always goes down for you?”
“No.” His voice was raw, honest. “It’s never been like that for me with any other woman.”
An emotion I probably shouldn't name clogged my throat.
"Could you...?" I swallowed against his chest. "Could you hold me? Like you did that morning after we signed the contract?"
Cole stilled. And I wondered if he even knew what I was talking about. There was a more-than-good chance he hadn't been playing and replaying waking up cocooned inside his arms like I had.
But then he said, "Let me get out of my suit first."
He lifted me off him, and I watched as he removed the tailored suit I'd dampened—maybe ruined. He let all of the fine items fall to the floor, like they were scraps that didn't matter.
And then, like a rewind button hit, I was on my side, just like that morning. Cocooned inside his hug. The only difference was neither of us were wearing clothes.
We lay there. Naked and raw. Maybe that was what made it so much easier to talk to him about all my confused feelings.
“I think…I think I might not mind you being in control,” I admitted. “I mean, I think I might actually prefer it. And I might even—you know—need it. I don’t know the right term for it.”
“Submissive,"he supplied, voice quiet. "You want to be submissive to me."
I stiffened in his arms. “I’m not a doormat.”
“I know you’re not, Sunny,” he answered, his voice dry as the desert beyond the Las Vegas city limits. “If you were a doormat, this arrangement would have gone much more smoothly. Trust me, you’ve been a challenge from the beginning.”
My defensive wall slipped back down. “Then why couldn’t I get there without you telling me to come? And you were right about all the times I goaded you—acted like a brat so you wouldhandleme. I mean, the way I let you drag me back here to sign that contract, even when I wanted to run….”
A hard note crept into his voice. “Look at me, Sunny.”
This turned out to be another one of his rhetorical commands because he reached between us to take me by the chin and make me look at him.
But his voice came out surprisingly gentle when he said, “I know I prefer clearly defined relationship parameters. But we don’t have to put labels on this. I like to be in control, and you like for me to take control. This is Vegas. Anything goes. I say we’ve got a win-win situation here. We win. Not just me. You and me. We win.”
I shook my head. “But earlier?—”
