Chapter 35
Jamie”s heart pounded as he watched Rebecca”s expression flash with emotions. She didn”t make it hard to read her feelings.
The beautiful woman trembling so sweetly as he exposed her to the night sky had his heart in her hands. She wanted so badly to surrender, but he could also sense she wasn”t quite ready.
Surprise, surprise—he enjoyed her nervousness. It added a little something to her first real taste of what it meant to submit to her Dom.
Her Dom. The term delivered an emotional wallop.
How long would it take for her to challenge his command? In his head, he laughed and counted down. Ten, nine, eight.”
”Will you be undressing as well? You said you”d never ask me for something you wouldn”t do.”
God, she was brilliant!
”That”s still true, and I”d have no problem stripping down to my birthday suit, but we both know what would happen if I did that. So, for now, be a good girl and do as I say.”
She still hesitated.
”Is there a problem?”he asked in a commanding tone.
Her conflict was a delicious turn-on.
”Rebecca,”he growled. ”I”ve seen you naked. I”ve seen the stretch marks and the jagged scar on your hip.”
”I know,”she grumbled. ”It”s just—I don”t know.”She nibbled her lip and asked, ”If I get naked, what are you going to do?”
He told her his simple plan and covertly crossed his fingers, hoping he had the needed control.
”I”m going to enjoy your body in the moonlight.”
Her expression was skeptical, but she gave in, wiggling about until she could pull the sexy sundress over her head.
Framing her chest with his hands, he offered an unapologetically lecherous smirk and said, ”I”m naming this masterpiece, Tits and Moonbeams.”
She looked down and, to his stunned amazement, cupped her boobs in a gesture of offering.
”They do look pretty badass in the moonlight.”
He didn”t let up and pointed to her remaining garment.
”Panties off.”
She winced and moved slowly but did not try to deny the command.
He stopped her when it looked like she would wiggle out of the black lace while remaining on her knees.
”Stand Rebecca—and pull the panties down slowly.”
When she stood, did his dick throb at the sight of her trembling legs? Yep, guilty.
Although she struggled with her submission, he gloried in her willingness. Each time she paused, it brought her into direct contact with her feelings. He wanted her to own the freedom that came with embracing his domination.
With one word, he gently led her back to the moment at hand.
”Slowly.”
Studying her lingerie, Jamie marveled at how fucking luscious she looked in the stretch lace thong.
And just like that, black lace became his new favorite thing.
Her hands shook as she slid her fingers beneath the elastic on each hip”s waistband.
”Your nervousness excites me.”
He was propped against a wall of pillows, with one leg out straight and the other bent at theknee,and an arm draped over the top. With his free hand, he casually covered the bulge evident in his jeans.
Her eyes followed the motion. She licked her lips—a good sign for future exploration.
Slowly peeling off the lace took effort. The stretch fabric clung to her fantastic hips. She sucked her stomach in and struggled when the panties remained wedged between her legs.
Jamie reacted to what his gut told him, chuckling at her growing fluster, and asked, ”Are they stuck because they”re wet?”
The flush of embarrassment that covered her chest, neck, and face was most enchanting.
Grunting with relief when the black lace finally traveled downward, she rocked her hips to aid their fall. When she bent to push them down to her ankles, he enjoyed the sight of her swaying breasts.
Completely naked, she straightened, holding the panties in her hand.
Nodding his approval, he praised her obedience and paid her a reassuring comment.
”Just as I thought. You”re beautiful wearing nothing but moonlight.”
She giggled softly and tossed the panties in his lap. He picked up the crumpled lace ball and held it to his nose.
”Mmm. What”s this? Scent of a good girl?”
He placed the scrap of black in his lap. She seemed unsure of what to do, so he threw a lifeline.
Want to practice some of the submissive poses that you saw in your research?”
Wearing a tentative smile that revealed her willingness, she stood at attention, feet together, hands at her sides.
”Uncle Sam taught me this pose. Funny, right?”
He saw the humor and agreed with a nod. ”If you know the drill, what is this position for?”
”Eyes front. Stay alert —ready to take orders. Speak only when directed to.”
”How do you feel? Rate your response.”
”I”m naked—you”re not, so that”s a little uncomfortable.”
He noticed an ever-so-slight smirk and quickly homed in on it. ”Uncomfortable but also exciting?”
”Am I allowed to ask what you think? How do I look?”
His eyes went on a leisurely inspection tour. With her shoulders back and spine straight, her chest was prominently displayed. Rebecca had mouth-watering breasts. He enjoyed their weight and shape.
Was awareness of his intense scrutiny contributing to her peaked nipples? He suspected the answer was an emphatic yes. Being self-conscious had not stopped her from getting naked. Rebecca wanted him to look.
A single freckle sat about two inches from her belly button.
As his gaze settled on her mons pubis, he had to take a deep breath when a jolt of ferocious lust threatened his control.
”I”m curious,”he drawled. ”When you get groomed, is there a chart? Most barbers have them for length and style. How does waxing work? Asking for a curious friend.”
She relaxed her stance. ”You really want to know?”
”Yeah, I do. These chick things are mysteries to most men. I”m trying to wrap my head around how you could be embarrassed about being naked but then willingly spread wide for hair removal.”
”This might be TMI—too much information—but the place I go to in Dare Gulch is very clinical. The service includes cleansing, prep, skin protection, and aftercare. They have waxing specialists, and there”s a style chart.”
”What is your preferred style?”
”Are you familiar with the full Brazilian? It”s not for me—too timely and costly to maintain.”
Waving to her mound, she tilted her pelvis and said, ”This goes by many names—landing strip, Brazilian strip, the French. There are variations where the waxer shapes the hair. The heart shape is called Heart Attack, and a Star is called Hollywood.”
”Come closer,”he growled. ”Show me the inspection pose.”
Her tension mounted with each command. She moved as far as his outstretched leg and moved into position with her body on full display—legs wide and fingers laced behind her head.
She watched his face. He kept his eyes on her mound. The modest line of light brown hair stopped above the outer labia. He smirked—couldn”t help it because all he saw was a clear path to her clit.
Jamie licked his lips and heard her moan. She knew what he was thinking.
He suddenly looked up and held her gaze. Her eyes widened.
”You like me looking at you.”
”Yes.”
”Does knowing what I want to do to you make you wet?”
Her shy hesitation was sexy as fuck.
”I, uh, think so,”she replied in a small voice.
”Show me Nadu pose.”
”I”m not sure what that is.”
”Maybe you”ve seen it called pleasure slave pose.”He used her unfamiliarity with the word to teach a lesson.
”The kneeling pleasure slave pose is symbolic of submission. Think of the position as a badge of ownership —displaying the master”s property for his pleasure. In Nadu, the spine is straight, and the shoulders are back to accentuate the breasts. Wide knees are a sign of vulnerability. Palms down on the thighs.”
”Pleasure slave,”she murmured shakily.
”You like this?”
She lowered her gaze.
”Maybe the more accurate question is, does your pussy quiver at the concept?”
Her response was to drop to her knees and move into the provocative pose.
”Wider,”he directed sternly. ”I want to see what”s mine.”
Framed in soft moonlight, she looked achingly beautiful in her pleasure slave pose.
”Rebecca,”he groaned. ”You please me very much.”
”Ican”t believe I”m admitting this, but I know it has to be said—I want to please you. It”s oddly empowering. And hot.”
They stared at each other for several beats. His hands itched to touch and explore.
Every dominant instinct he possessed pressed him to clarify the situation before they went further.
”I want to be very, very clear, Rebecca. I”m not going to fuck you—not tonight.”
Her face registered disappointment.
”But I want an honest answer. What is your pussy saying? Are you imagining my cock slam fucking you?”
A slight shudder shook her naked body. He had his answer without her saying a word.
She bit her lip and squirmed.
”Go ahead,”he grunted. ”Say what”s on your mind.”
”Um, okay, well, uh—you”re uh,”she cleared her throat. ”Big. Down there,”she added adorably. ”I”ve never …”
Oh, dear god. Was she telling him his thick cock worried her? He was flattered by her concern.
He gave her a lecherous smirk. ”Don”t fret, my sexy pleasure slave. When the time comes, I won”t take you until your pussy is dripping with need.”
Inhaling deeply, he nodded to indicate his satisfaction. ”Your desire hangs in the air. I know you want more.”
All she did was nod.
”You”ve performed beautifully. I”m proud of you. Now, do you understand why I kept my clothes on?”
Her response was a sly smile.
”Would you like your reward for being a good girl, little slave?”
”Reward? Yes, please!”she eagerly exclaimed.
Moving, he switched positions with her. He had her recline against the pillows while he knelt between her legs.
”Did you know your inner thigh is an erogenous zone? Almost as responsive and as easy to stimulate as the clitoris?”
She shook her head no.
He grasped her ankle and lifted one leg, propping her foot on the truck”s bed wall. An expanse of pale skin glowed in the moonlight.
Lightly running his fingers from the uppermost part of her fleshy inner thigh straight to her ankle, Jamie enjoyed touching the soft skin—feeling her squirm was a bonus.
He smiled at her attempt to feign modesty when she placed her hand in a way that shielded her pussy.
Nice try.
”No hands,”he said thickly. ”Don”t ever hide your need from me.”
She tucked her hand under her thigh. He took his time enjoying the sight of her exposed body. What nearly broke him was seeing the evidence of her arousal glistening on her pussy lips.
She responded favorably to him touching her thigh, so he continued until she quivered and moaned.
Ignoring her open pussy was more challenging than he thought and tested the limits of his control. He said there”d be no fucking, but he hadn”t said anything about licking her to orgasm.
He sat back on his heels and demanded she look at him. ”Eyes on your master, pleasure slave. I have a question.”
He lowered her leg—she gasped when he pushed her knees wider apart.
”I could send you home wet and unfulfilled, or you could reach between your legs and spread your pretty pussy lips so I could suck on your clit and tongue fuck you. The choice is yours.”