Chapter 46
Becca was vibrating from the top of her head straight down to her toes—in fact, she”d never experienced anything close to how Jamie made her feel.
From the moment she arrived, he”d been attentive, showing interest in everything from what she thought of his gravy to her lighthearted stories about things in her past.
Not only did he see her, but he also tuned in. That made him different from the other men who had passed through her life. Jamie gave a shit about her in more than a superficial way. He wasn”t just trying to get laid.
His comment about someone from Family Justice about to cash out on the bet everyone had going about the status of their relationship was funny because it was true.
”More wine?”
He handed her a half-filled wine glass. Knowing they were on the brink of blowing open both of their lives made her ever-so-slightly nervous. An impulse to chuzzle the wine led to her foolishly taking a large gulp that made her choke.
The thump he landed on her back was enough to help her catch her breath.
”You appear nervous. What”s that about?” he asked.
”Honestly, I”m unsure if it”s nerves or excitement.”
His expression grew serious. ”You can change your mind, Rebecca. At any time.”
”No,”she gently assured him. ”It”s not that. Being with you is what I want.”
”Then here”s what you”re to do. Empty your mind. Let everything go. I want you to be fully present. Take a few deep breaths.”
She did.
”Better?”
”Yes.”
”Good. Then let”s adjourn to my bedroom.”
He took her hand and pulled her along. She had to skip once or twice to keep up. Thank god she didn”t spill any of the wine.
As he ushered her into the room, her first impression was one of masculinity. In typical Jamie Hunter style, his bedroom was neat as a pin. A large wood frame bed covered with a grey-beige plaid comforter dominated the space. Piles of pillows, some with dark brown shams and others with coordinating plaids lined the headboard. It wasn”t quite Army inspection ready but came damn close.
Western art and interesting iron pieces hung on the walls. Sliding barn-style wood doors opened to reveal a dressing room and ensuite.
Becca was secretly thrilled to find no TV. A bedroom was for sleeping and other personal activities—television was not required.
He walked her to a set of French doors that opened onto a semi-private patio along the house”s side.
”I put a hot tub right outside not long ago. It helps with my old guy”s aches and pains.”
There was pride and satisfaction in his voice, along with a touch of humor.
”I love your home. It”s well thought out. Except for the tacky guest bath,”she teased.
”Main bathroom through there,”he pointed to the sliding doors.
”Um, where”s Cat?”
”I moved her cat gear into the guest room for tonight. She has a habit of jumping on me when I”m in bed.”
He carefully plucked the flower from her hair and held it to his nose. ”I”m going to press this and put it in a frame. A little reminder of tonight.”
She wasn”t sure if her smile could be any wider. Sipping her wine, she eyed him through her lashes. If he got any hunkier, she was going to melt.
Then, the vibe changed. He seemed to grow larger right before her eyes, and his voice was rugged.
”One final sip, and then we begin.”
Begin? Oh shit. She took a full sip and handed him the glass, which he placed along with his on a long dresser.
”Are you ready?”
The way he asked the question was wildly thrilling. He wanted to hear her consent.
”Yes, Jamie,”she answered without hesitation. ”I am.”
”Ah, my little sub. Your confidence is a turn-on.”
From everything she”d learned about the dominant-submissive dance, Becca knew she should verbalize what she was feeling, so she admitted to something that surprised even her.
”I like that. You calling me your little sub. It gives me a tingly thrill.”
”The more tingles, the better,”he drawled in his sexy Dom voice. ”Tingles mean you”re wet and getting wetter. Winning,”he chuckled.
She blushed from head to toe.
Playfully tapping her nose, he chuckled. ”It”s too late for embarrassment, little sub. I know your desires—maybe even some you haven”t admitted to yet.”
She didn”t doubt for a second that he was right.
He led her across from the bed, where a large mirror framed in the same heavy wood as the bed leaned against the wall. Next to it sat an upholstered chair and a small round side table.
”When we”re in my bedroom, I want you naked.”
He gave her a second to register what he was saying.
”I placed this chair here for you—this is where you will undress. You can drape your clothes over the chair, so they don”t wrinkle,”he said in a silken tone that felt a little dangerous. ”I don”t want you to leave here looking,”he paused, ”used.”
The provocative word detonated a lust bomb in her core.
”Ah,”he smiled. ”I see the thought excites you.”
She didn”t know what else to do but bite her lip and lower her eyes.
He walked away, leaving her there to do as he instructed.
Briefly touching the necklace at her throat, she took a deep breath and shifted her awareness. Getting naked on command made her feel oddly powerful.
They had declared their relationship to the world. In private, that meant she”d accepted him as her Dom. It was what she wanted more than anything.
Half aware of him preparing the bed, she was suddenly eager to be naked. Lifting the dress”s hem, she pulled it over her head. As she hung it over the chair, he finished with the bed and walked into the ensuite without looking at her.
Hurrying, she wiggled out of her panties and draped them atop her dress. Before he returned, she bent at the waist and vigorously shook her head to tousle her hair.
She nearly fell to her knees in awe when he strolled out of the ensuite. He was wearing nothing but a pair of black lounge pants that offered a dazzling view of his chest. They also did nothing to hide his erection, and what”s more, they displayed his impressive v-cut obliques.
Cue the drool.
Straightening, she pulled her shoulders into place and lifted her chin. Whatever shyness she experienced was crushed by the desire to present herself as pleasingly as he did.
The man was smoking hot, but the Dom took her breath away.
Trotting about in her birthday attire wasn”t something Becca was used to. Nakedness was for bath times and clothes changes, so the uncertainty she felt had more to do with how to act than the fact that she wasn”t wearing anything.
Should she strike a pose? Do nothing? Act goofy?
This was not the time to attempt bedroom comedy, so that thought got shot down immediately.
She needn”t have worried, though—her Dom was in control.
He leaned casually against the wall beside the mirror—it was a foot taller than him. When she faced him, Becca was shocked to see her naked body reflected head-to-toe.
”Are you comfortable?”he inquired in a low, husky voice. ”Warm? Cold?”
He made her welfare his priority. Why this would cause her system to flood with pleasure was something she”d think about later. Right now, she had a visibly aroused Alpha Dom leering at her naked body to focus on.
Raising her arms to fluff her hair did two things—it gave her nervous hands something to do and lifted her jiggling boobs.
”I”m very comfortable. Thank you.”
His eyes dropped from her face to her boobs.
She sighed, ”I love a warm summer evening.”
When he had finished boldly raking her with his sexy cinnamon gaze, his eyes slowly slid to hers. Expecting to see lust, she was pleasantly surprised when his stare was as soft as a tender caress.
Her entire being was flooded with anticipation.
”You are a golden sun goddess.”He placed a hand on his chest and murmured, ”And you make my heart pound.”
He moved behind her. To see him, she had to look in the mirror.
His heart wasn”t the only one pounding.
”Clasp your hands behind your back and stand tall.”
She complied and watched his expression, transfixed by the seductive glow in his eyes.
”Feet apart.”
A sense of urgency made her eager to obey. Widening her stance without making things weird, she clung to his eyes in the mirror.
Jamie”ssexual magnetism held her in thrall. He studied every inch of her body, taking his time about it.
Confidence stiffened her spine. She wanted him to look.
His following command sent shockwaves of arousal into every corner of her being.
”Feet together. Now, bend forward. Grab your ankles, touch your toes, whatever is most comfortable.”
It was one thing for him to see her ass and another thing altogether to put it on wicked display with a forward bend.
But she did it. The yoga sessions in her fitness regime enabled her to achieve the pose he wanted with fluid grace. She even held on to her ankles and flexed her butt.
Lifting and tilting her head to catch her reflection, Becca quivered when she saw Jamie behind her, arms crossed, staring intently at her exposed bits.
He wanted her wet? No problem.
”Nicely done, my tantalizing sub. Your body gives me tremendous pleasure. I want you to get comfortable with being naked.”
She gasped when he moved quickly and stroked a hand over her butt and down the back of her thigh.
”I remember your taste,”he told her growlingly. ”And the sweet sounds you make when you come.”
A strangled whimper came from her throat.
”You may stand, sub.”
As she rose, he moved closer until she felt the heat from his body. He ran his big hands from her waist, under her arms, to her breasts. In the mirror, she watched him caress her boobs and tug and pinch her nipples.
”Tits and ass,”he whispered into her ear.
His words made her arch in search of his hardness. He gave a throaty chuckle when she wiggled on his erection.
”Enough of that, sub. We”re going to do this the right way.”
”The right way?”she asked breathlessly.
”Yes. The right way.”He squeezed her boobs. ”This first time, I want you to do nothing. As my sub, you receive the sensations I give you. That”s it. You”re not to perform, Rebecca. Do you understand?”
”Idon”t know,”she murmured. ”You want me to do nothing?”
”Yes. Just like now—obedience only.”
”May I touch you?”
”Only if I tell you to.”
”Oh.”
”I want you to remember how it feels to be taken—to be possessed. This time you may come as many times as your pussy demands.”
He was giving her permission to orgasm. She trembled at the thought and hoped she did not disappoint.
”On your knees,”he suddenly grunted. ”You will crawl to my bed and wait for me.”
Crawling was a submissive act. Luckily, Becca found the idea titillating.
Aware of her swinging boobs, she crawled across the room and sat on her heels next to his bed.
The prolonged anticipation became unbearable. She wanted him in the worst way, and they hadn”t even kissed yet.