"Then, I want you on the bed, legs spread wide," hecontinued, his voice a rough caress, painting vivid images in her mind. "I want to see your fingers trace your pussy lips, slide between them, but only when and how I tell you. I want to see your hips arch off the bed when you slip inside. I want to see that sweet clit swell and throb for me. I want to watch you get right to the edge and then stay there. Shaking, begging for me to let you come but you can’t. Not until I say you can."
He let the words hang there, raw and explicit, so she could feel the weight of them, the promise in them. This was what she'd been craving, for someone to tell her exactly what to do, to take control. Still, she could tell that he was holding back. That he had things he wanted to say, dirtier things, that this was the PG version of what he was actually thinking. But she understood him not expressing it. She knew why, he didn’t want to scare her off, he couldn’t read her mind. He had no idea what she’d been craving and needing for years.
“And then?” she prompted.
"And then," he said, leaning even closer as if he were whispering directly into her ear even though he was still seated across from her. "I want you on all fours because I am going to fuck you from behind.” He waited. “More?”
“More.”
“I want you to feel every inch of my cock sliding deep in and out of you." Again, he paused. “More?”
“More.”
"I want to hear how good my cock feels inside of you.” He waited. “More?”
“More,” she stated breathlessly.
His hand flexed ever so slightly, like he was imagining his hand gripping her hips, and she imagined it. She imagined his fingertips digging into her flesh. “I want you to beg me to let you come.”
This whole asking-telling-permission thing was really doing it for Jenna. Someone else in charge for once in her life was all she’d ever wanted. Talk about a fantasy come true. Where this man had come from, she had no clue, but he was about to make her come sitting in this dining room chair.
Jenna swallowed hard as her mouth watered and everything else below grew increasingly wetter and hotter as lust and adrenaline coursed through her. Her heart pounded so loud against her chest it almost drowned out the sound of his voice as he spoke. Even though she wasn't physically touching herself, she could feel her sex quivering with need, throbbing in time with her heartbeat.
"Is that it?" she managed to ask since he didn’t say more.
His eyes traveled over her face as if he were drinking in every little detail of how she reacted and smiled deeply when he saw how unfocused and glassy they had become. He grinned wickedly, sending a fresh wave of hot desire down through Jenna's stomach, landing squarely between her swollen sex.
"Oh no," he murmured slowly as if measuring out each word for emphasis, "that’s just the beginning."
She picked up her wine and finished it, wiped her mouth with the napkin, and stood and said exactly what she wanted. Why be shy at this point? “I would like to go to bed now.”
His brow lifted slightly in challenge. “Would you?”
Oh shit. He was telling her to ask him. Why couldn’t sex always be this fun? Her heart was racing. Every cell in her body was tingling with awareness.
“Yes, please.” She bit her bottom lip and watched as his already dark eyes darkened further. His jaw twitched and his nostrils flared.
“Go to the bedroom. Take off your clothes. Put on one of my dress shirts and wait at the end of the bed.”
Each command caused Jenna’s clit to throb with need. She grabbed her phone, turned and walked down the hall. Her knees were shaking, her hands were shaking, her entire body was shaking. As she took in her surroundings, she couldn’t believe them. The day felt so surreal. She couldn’t believe this was happening toher. It was crazy. Insane really. If she thought about it, she’d probably talk herself out of it. Which is why for once in her life, she wasn’t going to think.
Tonight, her plan was to be reckless, irresponsible, and give in to her base, primal desires. For one night, onlyherdesires mattered. She wasn’t going to think about the past or the future, just the moment.
Her head had always overridden her heart and hormones in life. Always. Tonight, her hormones were in charge. Whatever felt good, she was going to do. It didn’t matter if it made sense, was logical, or was crazy. If she wanted to do something, if it felt good, she was doing it. And right now, going into the bedroom, stripping off her clothes, putting on a man’s white button-down, and standing at the end of the bed to await further instructions wasexactlywhat she wanted to do.
6
Jenna listened intentlyfor footsteps in the hallway as she waited for D to join her, but all she could hear was her heartbeat pounding wildly, combined with her shallow breaths swooshing in her head. The fact he was making her wait only served to increase the anticipation. She stood at the end of the bed, his dress shirt fell past her mid-thigh, and she was naked beneath.
So many thoughts were crowding her mind. She was about to have sex with a man who wasn’t Asher or James. At thirty-four most women had had a lot more experience than she did, but she’d always been cautious and always made practical decisions. Fooling around was not a practical use of time, energy, or emotional investment, all of which were valuable resources.
The sex she’d had for the past seven years had been lackluster at best, hence the swing, the suggestion of role-play, etc. All her life she’d told herself that sex wasn’t that important, mainly because she’d seen what being dickmotized could do to a woman. Her mother let mentreat her like garbage just so she wouldn’t be lonely, as if that was the worst thing in the world.
Addiction ran in her family. Her father was a drug addict, or at least that’s what she’d been told. She’d never met him. Her mom was a fill-in-the-blank addict. She’d kick one addiction and then have another. Everything from substance abuse to disordered eating, to shopping, tosex. Pretty much the only thing she didn’t have an addiction to was working. Which most likely explained why Jenna was the way she was.
She was a straight A student all through school and played volleyball. She got an athletic scholarship to Northwestern University. At orientation she spoke to someone about track and field but had never run a day in her life, she qualified as an alternate for the Olympics at twenty. Ultimately, she wasn’t able to compete because she ended up peeing on a stick and finding out she was pregnant. That ended not only her Olympic dreams, but also her athletic scholarship, which ended her college career as well.
Once she had Blake, she went into mom mode, and that was it. Every decision she made was for her. Nothing was for Jenna anymore. James wasn’t about what Jenna wanted. She had tried to build a ’normal family’ for Blake, something Jenna never had. But tonight was for Jenna.
