I couldn’t imagine why.
“I’m not going to fuck you, Cheyenne.”
I jerked upright.
He shook his head. “I mean it. Not tonight. I don’t think I can ever go without you
after I take you. You’re like a drug to me. Once I taste you, I won’t be able to let
you go.”
So don’t
.
“I’m a Dom. That isn’t going to change. I’ve known it for years. I need a woman who
can submit to me. I realize now I would have been miserable even under the best of
circumstances with Christine. She was a horrible submissive, mostly because she was
faking it. You… You might be submissive.”
I stared at him. Was I? Really? Or was I just so fucking horny and I’d lusted after
him for so long that he seemed like an Adonis? Maybe he was an asshole inside. Maybe
I couldn’t be what he needed.
“I’d like to explore that possibility. Would you do that for me?”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Do what exactly?”
“Submit to me. Try it out. See if it works for you.”
“Yes.” It was the only possibly answer. I stated that one word firmly.
Time stood still. Seconds ticked by. Finally, Riley spoke. “I feel like I’ve won the
lottery.”
“Maybe
I
have.”
Chapter Eight
Silence stretched forever it seemed. We stared into each other’s eyes and breathed
heavily. I wasn’t sure what to do next.
Finally, Riley cleared his throat. “Stand up, baby.”
I struggled to my feet and resumed the stance he’d put me in before. I clasped my
hands together in front of me.
He stood also and stepped around the coffee table to circle me again. When he came
up behind me, he clasped my wrists and tugged them apart. “Set them at your sides.
Don’t move them.”
I let my arms hang loose at my sides.
Riley flattened his palms on my bare back and stroked my skin. Goose bumps rose in
their wake. His fingers eased around to my sides and slithered under the material
covering my breasts. In painstakingly slow motion, he gently cupped my breasts. “This
is the sexiest dress I’ve ever seen.”
“Amy got it for me,” I choked out, fighting the urge to moan as my nipples puckered
under his thumbs. I arched into his hands.
“She’s got good taste.” He smoothed his hands over my breasts until he reached my
shoulders. “Dip your head, baby.”
I lowered my gaze to the floor.
Riley untied the silk at my neck—the only thing holding the dress up. When he released
the two ends, the entire dress slid to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my thong.
I flinched, fighting the urge to cover myself. My breath caught at the cool air in
the room and the extreme exposure.
Riley stepped between my legs and flattened his palms on my belly, pinning my arms
at my sides. His lips landed on my shoulder. “Jesus. Your skin is perfect.” He spread
one hand up to cup a breast. The other inched toward my pussy and paused just above
the tiny strap of my thong.
His cock pressed into my back.
His top hand left my breast to spread over my neck. He pressed on my chin to push
my head back onto his shoulder. “How many men have you been with?”
The question was unexpected. I sucked in a breath. My head swam.
“Cheyenne. How many?”
“Two,” I whispered.
He hissed. “When?”
I swallowed. I was all but naked. The sexiest man I’d ever set eyes on had his arms
wrapped around me from behind, holding me against him possessively, and he wanted
to discuss my other partners?
“When, Cheyenne?” His voice was softer. Gentle. He stroked the thin skin at my neck.
“One in high school. One in college.”
“How long ago?”
“Four years.” I hated admitting that. It made me look ridiculous. But he didn’t give
me much of a choice.
He blew out a breath. “Jesus.” His lips landed on my bare shoulder again. He nibbled
a path to my ear and sucked my earlobe into his mouth. “I’m going to make you forget
both of them.”
“That won’t be hard,” I muttered, letting my head loll against his shoulder.
He smiled. I felt it against my neck. And then his forehead landed on my shoulder.
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
“I hope not.”
Riley released me so quickly I teetered. He rounded to face me, leaving about two
feet between us. “Clasp your hands behind your back again.”
I managed to obey him somehow, grabbing one wrist with my other hand.
“Shoulders back. Breasts high.”
I held my breath as I did his bidding.
“So fucking sexy. You have the most perfect breasts I’ve ever seen.” He reached out
and flicked one nipple.
I flinched as it jumped to attention.
“And so responsive.” His fingers danced down my belly toward my pussy. “Did Amy buy
you this thong too?”
“Yes.”
He smirked. “Then you aren’t particularly attached to it?”
“No…” What did he have in mind?
He slipped one finger slowly under the thin lace on one hip and tugged hard. The thong
broke easily. He collected it in his hand and brought it to his nose, inhaling long
and slow. “You smell delicious.”
I nearly died. No man had ever so blatantly brought my panties to his face. Heat crept
up my cheeks.
“Spread your legs wider.”
I stepped out, though it was difficult. I was concerned about the ability to remain
upright again.
“Are you wet for me?”
“Yes.”
“May I check?”
I wanted nothing more. “Please.” My pussy clenched in anticipation.
Riley made no move to touch my sex, however. Instead he circled me again and stood
behind me. Had he only been asking out of curiosity? Did he know the question made
me even hornier?
Undoubtedly.
“Your ass is so fine.” He cupped the globes and massaged them. Just as quickly, he
released me and rounded back to the front.
He blew on my nipples until they stood at attention once more.
The wetness between my legs was out of control. I was going to come without any contact
if he kept this up. Maybe I was indeed incredibly submissive. The concept was still
foreign to me. “Touch me.”
“When I’m ready. Not when you ask.” He lifted his gaze. “Submit to me. Give me the
control, Cheyenne. Then you won’t have to make requests. Turn over the reins. You
already know how good it will be, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes.” He was right. I’d never been so fucking horny.
“It gets so much better.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why do you want to dominate me?”
“Because I love the way you look when you’re so needy you can hardly stand up. I love
knowing I’ve made your pussy so wet it’s leaking down your legs. I love the flush
across your chest and the sharp points of your nipples from my words alone.”
Was that what submission was all about? Because I was on board for all of that.
“BDSM is all about power. It’s really simple. When we play, I want you to give your
power to me. Submission is very misunderstood. The Dom doesn’t hold the power. The
sub does. You have to give it to me. I can’t take it. If you don’t hand over the power
willingly, that’s a different game altogether. I’m asking you to give me that control.”
“All the time?” I licked my dry lips.
“No. Only within the time periods we agree to.”
I could do that. It was possible. Or at least the results would be something I couldn’t
give up if I wanted to.
“Don’t think too hard. You aren’t making a decision tonight. I just want to play with
you. Give you a taste. Let you think on it.”
“I need you to make love to me.”
He leaned down and kissed my nipples, one at a time. “I know. And I’m not going to
fuck you tonight, baby.”
I flinched. Was he for real?
“It would kill me if I slid into your pussy and then you changed your mind. I can’t
do it. And I won’t. I’m going to rock your world as if I had though.”
Oh. My. God
.
“Submit to me.”
Wasn’t I?
“Submit to me, Cheyenne. Give up your control. Let me show you what it’s like.”
“Okay.”
“I won’t leave any permanent marks on your body. You have my word. Let me take you
someplace you’ve never dreamed of.”
“Okay,” I repeated. I was naked in the living room of the man I’d lusted after for
six months. It wasn’t like I could deny him anything.
“When we play, I want you to call me Sir.”
This was like an intricate game. “Okay…Sir.” I shivered. The word was foreign on my
tongue.
“Not
okay
, but
yes
, Sir.”
I licked my lips. “Yes, Sir,” I whispered.
“Good girl.” He kissed my lips briefly. “Do you know how hard my cock is, Cheyenne?”
“You could show me,” I teased.
He chuckled. “Wouldn’t you like that?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Sir,” I amended.
“That’s better. I like the way it sounds coming off your lips.”
“I heard Amy call Cade Sir earlier.”
“Yes. He’s a pretty firm Dom himself. From what I hear, she gives him a run for his
money, but he puts her in her place.”
“She said she enjoys spanking and he stopped using it for punishment. I can’t even
wrap my head around that idea.”
“You will.” He danced his fingertips down my chest, teasing my nipples.
I clenched my butt cheeks together at the thought of him hitting me. “How do you know?
What if I hate it?”
“I can read you well.”
“What if I’m not submissive enough?”
He chuckled again. “You’re so submissive. There’s no chance it isn’t enough.”
I shivered. “Then why not just sleep with me?”
Riley smoothed both hands down to my thighs. “I’m not the one who needs to be sure.
You are.”
I blinked. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
“Oh, I know you want my cock inside you. What I need is for you to be certain you
can give it up to me on a daily basis without warning and through submission. I’m
not the one with doubts. You are. You’re thinking if you play your cards right, I’ll
fuck you. But it won’t work that way. When I’m certain you know you’re mine and you’re
willing to give up your free will to me in the bedroom, then I’ll take you. Not before.”
“Just in the bedroom? We aren’t in the bedroom now,” I taunted.
“Semantics.”
“What about the front porch? The car? The back of the movie theater? How far does
your bedroom extend?”
He grinned wide. “Baby, my bedroom extends to wherever we want. I’m a good judge of
what you’re able to handle. Trust me.”
“Make me.” I had no idea why I blurted that out, but as soon as the words left my
mouth, Riley’s face grew sober. He took my hand and turned around, leading me from
the room, down the hall, and through the second door on the left.
I glanced around, realizing this had to be his bedroom. I sucked in a breath when
I saw the king-sized bed. Wide slats on both ends of the missionary-style bed spoke
to their possible uses. I flinched and rubbed my wrists.
“Lie down on the bed sideways, Cheyenne. And spread your legs wide for me. I want
a good view of your pussy.”
I climbed onto the mattress, shaking like a leaf. His dirty talk pushed the edges
of my sanity, shocking me while driving me wild with need. I lay down on my back,
drew my knees up to my chest, and spread them open.
“Good girl. I like how you obey me without pause. That will earn you a reward. Now
hold your knees high and wide with your hands, baby. Open.”
He knew exactly what he was doing. I had no doubt. At this point, a slight breeze
could set me off.
Riley stepped closer. His gaze landed on my pussy. No one had ever scrutinized me
like that. The two men I’d slept with years ago had been more like boys. The first
one, Jacob, had been a virgin also. We’d floundered together, the experience a total
fail. The second man I’d slept with had only cared about himself and getting his own
rocks off. The moment he came, he was done. Neither man had left me wishing for another
round.
Until I met Riley, I had very little interest in having sex with anyone else.
Now I was literally shaking under the gaze of a man I knew could fulfill any fantasy
I’d ever had…and then some.
Riley set one finger on my thigh and stroked it toward my center.
I bit my lower lip, pleading silently for him to touch my clit. Anywhere really.
“You’re so wet, baby.” He grazed his finger through my folds, making me arch my ass
off the bed in response. “Stay still. Let me explore.”
“Riley…” I purred his name.
He lifted his finger. It glistened with my juices. And then he sucked it into his
mouth and moaned. “Delicious.” His gaze met mine. “Let me shave you.”
“What?” My eyes bugged out.
“Let me shave you, Cheyenne. I love the look and feel of a smooth pussy. I promise
you’ll love it too. The bare skin leaves you feeling exposed. It will ensure you think
of me often when we aren’t together.”
I wanted him to make love to me.
He wanted to shave me?
He grinned. “I promise it will drive you wild.”
I licked my dry lips and continued to stare at him. My hands shook where they held
my legs open. I’d never shaved down there. I trimmed, but I had never taken a razor
to my sensitive skin. How could I let someone else do it?
Was he testing me?
It was just hair. Who cared?
Finally, I nodded. “Okay.” My voice was small and squeaky. I was freaked out.
Riley turned and left the room. I released the grip on my thighs and let them lie
parted on the bed. My nipples hardened further as the air circulating in the room
brushed over them. I crossed my arms over my chest and squeezed my breasts against
my body. The pressure eased some of my tension and left me feeling slightly less exposed.