2. Chapter Two #2
“Remove your bra.” He kept his gaze on her face. He couldn’t detect any distress, only excitement. Normally, he’d talk more with his submissive, finding out her likes and dislikes. With Angie, he didn’t want to take the time to wait. He wanted her now. This woman was a temptation.
She pulled her shirt from her skirt, then curved her arms around her back, underneath her shirt. He enjoyed the way the shirt tightened against her breasts. The next thing he knew, she was drawing her bra straps down her arms under the fabric and pulling off her bra without removing her shirt.
Clever girl. Admiration filled him. He’d underestimated her. All his instructions would have to be explicit and detailed. Angie was determined to retain some control.
With her bra dangling from her finger she waited.
“Take your panties off.”
Color flooded her cheeks, but she didn’t hesitate. She dropped her bra and managed to remove her underwear without showing him anything but a small amount of leg. Angie dropped them on top of her bra next to the chair.
“How many men have you had sex with?” He leaned back in his chair.
“I’m twenty-eight, not eighteen. How the hell do I know?”
“I’m thirty-two, and I’ve had sex with fifteen women. How many?”
“Fifty.” Her sarcastic tone came through loud and clear.
While he admired her fire, she needed to learn about submitting to him.
“Unbutton your blouse.”
Her hands didn’t budge.
“If you won’t obey me, this is over.” He stood, disappointed she couldn’t take such a simple order from him.
“Damn bossy man,” she muttered as she unbuttoned her shirt.
“I’m the man you need.” When she finished, her breathing was rapid. “Now open it and bare your tits to me.”
Her fingers trembled as she followed his directions, glancing around.
She was nervous because they were outside, and he looked forward to showing her the sensuality of bare skin, open air, and him.
Jared stood, walked behind her chair, and gazed down at her bare chest. Magnificent pale globes.
Her breasts rose unsteadily as she tried to calm her breathing.
“Have you ever been tied up?” He returned to his chair. The view from there was even better. Her nipples were taut.
“No.” Her tongue darted out and touched her lips.
He would be the first to teach her bondage. A pleasant thrill coursed through him. “How many different positions have you had sex in?”
She lowered her lashes. “Two.”
Angie kept surprising him. With her confidence, he figured she was more adventurous in the bedroom.
Apparently, he was wrong.
“Missionary and…” he prompted.
“Doggie.”
“None of your lovers has ever taken you up against a wall, in a chair, spread eagled on the floor, bent over the back of the sofa?” Damn if he wasn’t growing hard thinking about taking her in all those positions.
He almost missed her answer, her voice was so quiet. “No.”
“Your lovers were not very imaginative, were they?”
“Which is why I never got off with them.” Angie clapped a hand over her mouth.
Jared grinned. So, the truth comes out. In a way, it pleased him that he would be the first to give her mind-blowing orgasms.
She dropped her hand. “Tell me I didn’t say that out loud.”
“Can’t do that, but I’m glad you did. We have to be honest with each other. I will always be honest with you, and I expect the same.” He rested his elbows on his knees. “What kind of toys do you use?”
“A vibrator.” Her fingers tightened on the wicker chair. She wasn’t comfortable with this, and he had to wonder why. He wasn’t really pushing her, just getting information he needed.
“What else?”
“I don’t think—”
“Answer me.” He wouldn’t let her get away with avoiding his questions.
She swallowed. “A dildo and nipple clamps.”
His dick jumped at the thought of her nipples adorned by clamps and her pussy filled with one of his toys. “Did you like the clamps?”
She nodded.
“Do you like to suck a man?” If she didn’t, they’d talk about it. He enjoyed having a woman’s lips wrapped around his cock.
“It depends.”
“On?”
“The man I’m with.”
Her eyes were clear, and she was staring at him. She was being honest. “Do you like having your pussy licked?”
“Yes. If it’s done right.”
“Oh, I’ll do it right.” He leaned closer to her. “Is your pussy wet?”
“Yes.” Her eyes widened, and Jared realized she didn’t mean to say that out loud. I’m going to have so much fun with her.
“Spread your legs and show me how wet you are.”
“What if someone walks by?”
“No one will. We’re in the back, and what’s a little fun without the chance of being caught? Spread those legs.”
Angie shifted before she grabbed her skirt and lifted it until he could see her pubic hair. The chair wasn’t wide enough for what he wanted. He stood, grabbed the pillows off another chair and walked behind Angie.
“Slide down until your ass rests on the edge of the chair.”
She bit her lip but adjusted her position, her hands gripping the arms of the chair and keeping her back straight.
Jared placed one pillow behind her back. “Relax against the pillow.” He put a second one on the chair. “Let your head rest against this one.”
Her head arched back. He leaned over and brushed a soft kiss over her lips before returning to his chair. He pushed his seat closer, then pressed her legs outward until he could see her glistening pussy.
He was a little surprised she offered no resistance. It was good she was turning control over to him.
“Beautiful.” Her clit swelled with excitement. I wonder how she’ll taste . That would have to wait. He had more questions for her. “Have you ever had anal sex?”
“Ummm…no.”
“Do you want to try?”
Her legs tensed. “I’m not sure.” Her breathing was coming in small pants. “I tried a butt plug once, but it was painful.”
“Then you didn’t do it right. I’ll make sure you’re ready before we try, and I promise it won’t hurt. Maybe burn a little, but very little pain. Have any of your lovers spanked you?”
She giggled. “I haven’t been spanked since I was a child. Unless you count that swat you gave me last night.”
“How did the swat make you feel?” Her ass had been firm under his palm. Anticipation of warming those cheeks filled him with need.
“Hot.”
“Have you ever experienced impact play with implements or floggers?”
“I’m not into pain.”
“Neither am I. There are ways to make a spanking or flogging feel good.” Jared made mental notes. Her legs were beginning to quiver. “You can sit up now but lift your skirt and sit your bare ass on the cushion. Keep the fabric above your waist so I can see you.”
To his surprise, she never hesitated and followed his orders. Pleasure coursed through him. His instincts were right, Angie was a natural submissive.
“Ever been with another woman?” he asked.
“Hell, no. And don’t even think about it.”
He chuckled at her reply. “All right, no other women. What about two or more men?”
“Two or more?” Her eyes widened. “I’ve thought about two men, but not more than that.”
He rubbed his chin. So, she’d thought about a threesome. Interesting . Jared glanced at his watch. Damn, he had to meet the construction crew in fifteen minutes. Time flew around Angie.
“That’s enough for today.”
“What?” Angie shook her head.
“Our first session is concluded.”
“Oh.” She didn’t move and looked confused.
“I will never hurt you. I might push you, demand things from you that you don’t think you can give, but I will never deliberately harm you. You are precious gift to me, one I intend to see is given pleasure.”
She blinked. “Jared—”
He held up his hand. “Meet me in my office at one; we’ll have lunch.” He stood. “We’ll talk about your fantasies, and I want to hear every little detail, because I’m going to make those fantasies come true.”
With that, he turned and walked away. If he didn’t get out of there now, he might stick his rock-hard dick into her pussy, and that would defeat everything. He wanted her to know he was the one in control, not the other way around.
Whoever said the sub had all the power knew what they were talking about.
***
Angie sat there watching Jared walk away yet again. Her stomach clenched tighter with his every step. Her bones felt like jelly, and her body was on fire, her pussy pulsing with need. All that from him talking to her and staring at her body.
I’m in trouble.
A grin curled her lips. This was the kind of trouble she would enjoy.
Forcing herself to move, she picked up her bra and panties, folded them, and made her way back inside the main house.
Well, now the place she was staying. Unless her stuff hadn’t been moved yet.
She climbed the stairs to the third floor to confirm before she walked to her cabin.
Only one door on the entire floor stood open, and she saw her things inside the room. Jared worked fast. Angie unpacked, grateful for something to do. But she couldn’t get Jared’s last words out of her head. He wanted every detail about her fantasies.
Could she tell him her most intimate secrets? Things not even Becca knew about? Flopping on the bed, she stared at the ceiling, trying to figure out how much she would share with Jared.
She’d always considered her fantasies private. It came from growing up in an orphanage where she had no privacy. After she was adopted, she gained some privacy but had two nosy big brothers, so she’d never even written those imaginings in a diary.
Her fantasies centered around men staying with her and not leaving like all the other men in her life.
Should I share them with Jared? Maybe. Because deep down, she already wanted to share everything with him, and that scared her.
She’d never shared her feelings of abandonment with anyone.
In all honesty, as turned on as she was, she still didn’t know.
Maybe I should reconsider staying.