Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sonja showed Derek in, her nervous anticipation building. Their scene had been fantastic, and he’d been so sweet and caring afterward. She’d come to know him as a conscientious Dom who watched her carefully, but tonight, she’d felt a more profound connection than she’d experienced before.
At the turn of the key in the lock, Snuggles appeared in the hallway, only to go into a tactical retreat when he realized Sonja wasn’t alone.
“Um.” She looked up at him, unsure what to do next. A moment passed before her instinct for taking care of people took over. “Why don’t you sit down, and I’ll get us something to drink?”
He smiled at her. “Of course.”
“I don’t have any hard liquor or beer in the house, but I have wine, water, and juice.”
“A glass of wine would be nice if you’re having one yourself. Otherwise, I’d prefer the water.”
Sonja showed him the couch in the living room. “Please excuse me for a moment.” She went into her kitchen and fixed a quick platter of cheese and crackers. Picking the wine took even less time—she opened a bottle of Ramey Ritchie Vineyard chardonnay she’d bought at a charity auction and never seemed to have reason to drink.
On her return, she had to smile. Derek was sitting on his haunches with Snuggles cautiously approaching him.
“I bet he’ll be on your lap in no time,” she said.
Derek gracefully rose to his feet to assist her, but she shook her head. “Not needed, I’ve been waitressing for close to thirty years. Please sit.”
Derek did as she asked. “It looks lovely, babygirl.”
She handed him the wine then settled on the big chair beside the couch and pulled her legs up.
“Are you having second thoughts?” he asked.
“Um, no, I’m not, but I feel awkward bringing you home with me,” she answered with an honesty that surprised her.
He placed the wine glass on a coaster and ordered, “Come here, babygirl.”
She didn’t hesitate to follow his command as the relief of him taking charge washed over her.
She started to lower herself next to him, but in a smooth maneuver, he tugged her onto his lap. “Come here, babygirl, give me those lips.”
She leaned in willingly for a kiss that ended way too soon for her taste. She loved the intimacy of kissing, and Derek possessed a sensual mouth he knew how to use.
“Have you ever brought someone home with you from the club?” he asked.
“Um, no, I keep my play at the club usually,” she answered.
“Ever had a one-night stand?”
She shook her head.
“When was the last time you made love, baby?” His gentle tone brought tears to her eyes.
“When I lost my virginity,” she whispered.
He couldn’t have looked more stunned if she had hit him over the head.
“How old were you?” he asked.
She stared down at her lap. “Sixteen.”
At his silence, she looked up. His eyes seemed greener than brown from this angle, but she couldn’t see what he was thinking. Did she disgust him? She loathed herself for what she’d done back then.
“Who was he? Your boyfriend?”
Sonja couldn’t explain the circumstances without giving away her sordid background, so she mumbled, “I thought he was.” It was kind of the truth.
He narrowed his eyes but didn’t call her on it. “And you never met someone after?”
“Just short play at the club, Sir.” Adding the honorific to the sentence felt right to her, even if they weren’t in a scene.
If he noticed, he didn’t pay attention to it and whispered, “Amazing!” He helped her up from his lap. “Let’s put this food in the fridge, because I think we need to move to the bedroom. You deserve to be savored and adored, baby.”
Following her into the kitchen, he waited for her to put away the food and wine.
When she turned back to him, she caught him adjusting himself behind his fly, and her gaze dropped to be bulge in his pants. “Uhm.”
He tugged her against his body and bent down for another kiss.
When he pulled back, she stared up at him. “Bedroom, babygirl,” he whispered with a grin, and she grabbed his hand and led him to her bedroom.
He gazed about the room, and she was convinced he missed little, although his eyes lingered for a moment longer on the canopy bed that was the room’s centerpiece. The matching nightstands with marble tops were gorgeous, too. She wondered what he thought about the stuffed animals she had sitting on almost every flat surface.
He grinned wickedly as he said, “Enough spots to secure you to, I see.” Well, that wasn’t the reason she’d bought the bed, but now that he mentioned it, it enhanced the bed’s appeal.
She shifted her weight to one side, unsure of what to do. Derek was here in her bedroom, and they were going to have sex. What if she sucked at it? Maybe they could stick to oral instead. She was good at that—at least, she’d never had complaints.
Two hands on her shoulders halted her inner rambling.
“You’re a gorgeous woman,” he said, and she looked up at an earnest face. He tipped his head down and landed a gentle kiss on her lips. “Will you let me make love to you? Savor every inch of your body and enter that sweet pussy of yours?”
Well, when he put it that way …
“Y-yes, S-sir,” she stammered.
He didn’t waste any more words but started to unbutton her blouse. She had changed back into her street clothes before leaving the club, and when Derek pushed open the fabric, he revealed her favorite pink bra.
“Babygirl, I love your breasts.” Derek groaned and bent down to kiss and lick the tops of the globes. He pushed her blouse and straps from her shoulders. He trailed his hands over her back to her bra’s clasp. While he undid the three tiny hooks with nimble fingers, he planted small kisses along Sonja’s neck and jawline, and she cocked her head to give him more access. She loved the tender side of him as much as she appreciated his more domineering persona. Right now, she needed TLC more than she needed D/s, and Derek seemed to have caught on to that.
When his mouth found hers in a lingering kiss, Sonja started to unbutton his shirt as well, and he only noticed when she began to pull the hem of his shirt from his slacks.
He pulled back and gave her a kiss on the tip of her nose. “I see I’ll have to bind those hands the next time.”
She looked up at him, somewhat uncertain of his mood. Was he mad at her for touching him? The lines beside his eyes twitched, and although he wasn’t smiling, the corners of his mouth tipped.
“Nah, I think you like me touching you,” she dared to say.
Derek tipped back his head as he let out a bark of laughter. “Yes, babygirl, I like your bratty side, and I like your hands on me. Take off the rest of your clothes and let me undress as well.”
They stepped away from each other, and Sonja stripped off the rest of her clothes with little finesse. Her lips felt swollen, her heart was racing, and her pussy and clit were thrumming with desire. She was ready! She looked over to Derek and saw he was ready, too. His condom-covered cock stood proudly against a neatly trimmed nest of black pubic hair. She licked her lips as she imagined that thick, hard cock in her mouth. His chuckle had her looking up.
“I love how you show your emotions so openly.” He seated himself on the edge of the bed and held out his hand to her. It showed her that although he would take the lead, the decision was ultimately hers. She took one step in his direction, another, and then she was in his arms.
Derek flopped back on the bed and pulled her with him. She had to giggle, and it struck her that she wasn’t worried about her weight crushing him. Derek could handle her in every respect.
This time, the kiss Derek gave her was hot, deep, and wet, and left no question who was in charge, even though she was on top. He teased her nipples with his fingers, and her pussy grew damp as the pulsing between her legs sped up. She moaned into his mouth, and he pulled back to look into her eyes.
“You’re ready, babygirl. Lower yourself on my dick. Your speed,” he said in a low voice.
She blinked in confusion.
“Your hot little pussy is dripping on my belly. Grab my cock and position it at your entrance.”
Oh, okay, I can do that!
Sonja reached between them, and holding his dick, wiggled back until she felt the tip at her opening. She moaned as it slipped inside. It wasn’t painful, but the fit was definitely tight.
“Look at me,” he ordered, and she locked eyes with him.
She lowered herself a little more then met resistance.
“Pull up a bit, babygirl. You’re tight, and I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, and she followed his order. Her next descent was more comfortable, and at the next resistance, she repeated the motion. When she lowered herself onto his shaft again, his now well-lubricated cock slid in with more ease, and she didn’t stop until their groins touched.
“Lean back and look down,” he told her, and she did. Her pussy contracted at the erotic sight of his member entering her, her pussy lips stretched and her juices coating his pubic hair.
“Don’t move, and get used to my size first,” he ordered as he started playing with her breasts until she was squirming on his dick. Derek pulled her against him and, without losing their intimate connection, flipped them over.
She looked up at him as he slowly started to move his hips in the primal dance between two lovers. When Derek began to play with her clit in time with his thrusts, she bucked her hips, no longer able to keep still.
“That’s it, babygirl. Ah, you feel so good, squeezing my dick like that. I can feel your hot, wet pussy contract around me,” he crooned to her as he picked up speed and a look of concentration or maybe even pain overcame his face. “You’re close to coming, aren’t you, baby?”
Sonja nodded and wailed, “Yes, I am.”
Her head was thrashing on the pillow now, and she grabbed a fistful of comforter in her hands, needing to hold on to something. Sensations and emotions Sonja couldn’t identify assaulted her mind and body, and then she shattered into an orgasm. She was vaguely aware of Derek groaning out his release before he lowered his body over hers.
Sonja let go of the comforter and stroked Derek’s sweat-covered back as they both caught their breath. Too soon, Derek lifted his body from hers and said with a hoarse voice, “Be right back, babygirl.” He sauntered over to the trash bin to rid himself of the condom, and she watched his naked ass. That had been amazing, and Sonja decided she loved making love to Derek.
The next morning, they sat at the table in her kitchen, over the remnants of a copious breakfast. Sonja had gone all out now she had someone to share her meal with and reasoned they had burned many calories last night. Derek apparently studied her, and Sonja raised an eyebrow. What?
He grinned at her unspoken question and shocked her with his next words. “How do we move forward with our relationship?”
His question hit her hard, and she forced herself to think. She liked Derek very much, and they had sizzling hot chemistry going on. They seemed to fit in the bedroom—well, and club, since most of their play had been there—and she longed for a lifetime partner, but a Daddy Dom?
She countered with a question of her own, “What makes you think we’d make a good couple?”
His eyes widened. “Why wouldn’t we? The last weekends have been amazing, and I long to have you in my life for more than a Friday and Saturday, babygirl.”
Sonja shook her head. “I don’t know. I still think I’m not cut out to be with a Daddy Dom, Derek, and that’s what you are.”
Derek lifted her hand, but instead of kissing the back of it, he brought the inside of her wrist against his lips. Awareness tingled at the back of her neck as heat pooled between her legs and in her lower abdomen. Yes, the attraction was there.
“I know ageplay frightens you, but we can go slow and find out your preferences, Sonja.” The use of her name instead of his endearment told her their conversation was on equal footing.
“But what if I don’t like anything about it? You’re a Daddy, Derek. Nothing will change that,” she interjected.
He shrugged. “If you don’t try it, you won’t find out. I won’t force you into things you don’t like. You know that, don’t you?”
She nodded. “I do, but please give me some time to think about it.”
Earnest hazel eyes met hers, and she almost agreed then and there. What would it be like to be in a serious relationship with Derek?