Chapter 12 – ryan #2
I shift forward a few inches. Pippa’s slender neck bobs as she swallows. “What does he get out of it? The Dom?”
“Making you come.”
Her lips firm. “Be serious, Ryan.”
“I am.” She has no idea how fucking serious.
“It’s such a high, watching a woman respond to your fingers or your mouth and knowing how good you’re making her feel.
Pushing her boundaries to find out what makes her tick.
God, when you figure out how to give someone the best orgasm of their life, it’s so fucking satisfying.
You know that you did something that fucking mattered. ”
Pippa’s hand grips the duvet, her fingers digging into the white fabric. She blinks a few times before answering. “That, uh—”
My lips quirk up in a half smile. “Still interested?”
“I, uh—I have to be. For work,” she says weakly.
“So you never get tired of being in control all the time? You never wish that you could just let go? That you could put someone else in charge of making you come?”
“Of course I do. Doesn’t everyone?”
“No, Pips.” I shake my head. “Not everyone does. That’s why sex like this is so fucking good. When you connect with someone you trust, who needs exactly what you can give them, it’s rare.”
She blinks. “Okay, so you meet this girl—this sub. What happens next?”
Pippa’s not slick. It’s obvious, she’s trying to put some distance between us, talking about some fantasy girl. Whatever. I can pretend, too.
“I ask for her safeword. She has to know she can stop things whenever she wants. If a guy ever tries to get around picking a safeword, you kick him to the fucking curb. After that, it’s all about finding out if you’re compatible."
“How does that work?”
“Some couples do lists. I’d rather just tell her what I plan to do with her.
Like, I want to bend you over the edge of the bed, with all your clothes still on.
Then, I want to pull down your shorts and panties so I can see for myself how wet you are for me.
I’d put my hand between your shoulder blades to hold you down while I stroke your pussy until you’re gasping. Is that what you want?”
Her knees press together. “I—”
“That’s kind of what I’d tell her.”
“Oh. Right.” She reaches for her laptop, opening it like she just remembered she should be taking notes. “That doesn’t sound that, uh—extreme.”
“No? What if, while I’m fucking you, I wrapped my fingers around your pretty throat?
” My hand twitches, and she catches the small movement.
I watch her neck as she swallows. “Maybe I’d squeeze it, if you were comfortable.
I’d show you that I can control everything—even your breath. Is that extreme enough for you?”
I can see her pupils expanding, her body already responding to me, even though I haven’t even touched her.
“I’d watch how you reacted. If you looked stiff or uncomfortable, I’d know that was a turnoff. But if your body went loose and pliant, if you spread your thighs wide for me or rubbed them together, I’d know how much you liked it.”
“What if I resisted? What if I fought you?” she whispers. She’s practically at the edge of the bed, as close to me as she can get.
“Then I’d tell you to use your words. Tell me why you’re fighting it. Because if you’re just being a brat, then I’ll have to make you behave.”
She squeezes her thighs together, and I see the way her eyes glaze over with lust. Why am I not surprised that Pippa’s idea of submission involves putting up a fight?
And why do I like that so much?
“I’d keep you pinned to the bed while I used my fingers to play with that pretty pussy, figuring out what makes your thighs shake. Every shortened breath, every moan, every thrust of your hips, I’d be watching. Any good Dom only wants one thing.”
“What?” she asks. Her voice is faint and breathy and so fucking sexy.
I let a grin spread across my face. “To know exactly how to make you come apart.”
“You should come at least once before I fuck you.” She lets out a small groan, and my heart thuds in my chest. “I’d make sure you made a mess on my hand before I let you have my cock. Because if I get to choose how fast and how hard I fuck you, I’ll need you wet, ready, and willing to beg for it.”
Her hazel eyes are practically black, her pupils have expanded so wide.
She nods. I doubt she even knows she’s doing it. She’s flushed and her thighs are clenched tight. I wonder if I kept going…could I make her come right here on the bed, without even touching her?
I’m hard just thinking about the idea of bringing her to that peak.
But because it’s us, torturing her is even sweeter.
I pull back and crack open the door, breaking the spell. Pippa blinks, consciousness coming back into her eyes.
“Anyway, that’s how a good Dom treats his sub, Pips. Make sure you get the details right.”
Winking, I stroll back to the living room, leaving her wet and wanting. Because I love knowing that in this game of wills, I’m walking away the champion. But also because if I kept going, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from turning make believe into a very messy reality.