5. Chapter Five
Chapter Five
J ared whistled while he tossed the salad. He hadn’t been at peace like this in a very long time. He stood at the counter, enjoying the warmth from the oven where their dinner cooked. This was all because of Angie.
His cock tightened. She was so responsive to him, so alive and so fuckable. He couldn’t wait until he could sink his dick into her pussy. Lord, even his vocabulary was a little more graphic with her.
In their session today, she’d been so willing to obey him that he’d barely held on to his control. Yes, there were times where she wanted to defy him—he could see it in her body—but her submissive side proved stronger.
And how she didn’t even realize what was happening to her pleased him more than he’d imagined. He was able to make her climax with words and the lightest of touches. That hadn’t happened with other women before.
The timer on the oven dinged. He pulled the food out and put it on a hot pad before he carried it to the table along with the salad bowl.
Angie was sitting at the table already, wearing what looked like a sundress, but he could see the outline of the black teddy underneath.
He was surprised she was still wearing it.
Jared served up the salad and main dish, then paused. Tension thickened the air with her silence. He stared at her as he took his seat. Her body was stiff, too controlled, and her hands lay in her lap where he couldn’t see them.
“Are you feeling okay?” he asked.
“Yes and no.” She captured her lip between her teeth, and he forced himself to stay in his seat and not kiss her silly.
“What’s bothering you?” He poured her a glass of wine.
She was silent until he set the bottle down and stared at her.
“You made me climax with only your words.”
“Yes.” He had a feeling there was more than she was saying, but this was their first day, and it wasn’t the time to peel back the deeper layers. He’d ferret out what she wasn’t saying later.
“That’s never happened before.” Her cheeks were pink.
“Your mind has never been engaged in sex.” He cradled his chin in his palm. “You can tell me if I’m wrong, but with all your other lovers, you initiated the sex, right? You controlled every aspect of sex.”
She nodded.
“Today, I controlled it. All I did was engage your mind in the sexual act.”
“You did more than that.” A flush pinkened her skin. “All I can think about is how fantastic I felt today.”
“Good. That’s how it should be.”
“No, it’s not.” She shifted in her chair. “I don’t like being constantly aroused.”
“Liar.”
Her mouth dropped open, and he fought against grinning. She didn’t have a clue her body was made for this, her mind as well. He’d show her over and over again.
“I don’t lie.”
“Really.” Jared stood and moved around the table to stand behind her chair. He gently cupped her shoulders. “You’re lying to yourself.” Touching her was becoming a habit, but it was one he enjoyed. “Shall I raise your dress and prove how wet you are?”
Her body trembled with her intake of breath.
“Because I know you’re wet. Your tits are heavy, and your nipples are poking out. The fact that you’re still wearing the teddy is telling.”
Her head dropped.
Jared knelt next to her, cupped her chin and turned her face to his.
“It tells me that you’re a responsive, sexual woman who wants to please me, and there’s not a damn thing wrong with that.
I’m enjoying how you react to me.” He took her lips in a brief, hard kiss before he stood and took his seat. “Now, let’s eat.”
“Such manners.” Laughter tinged her voice.
Good. Her mood grew lighter. More than anything, Jared wanted his sub happy.
My sub? Where had that come from? Giving himself a mental shake, he tucked the thought away for another time.
“My mom would paddle my ass if she heard me talking like this at the dinner table. Of course, I wouldn’t do it if she was here. ”
Angie’s fork paused on the way to her mouth. “How does your mother feel about you running an adult ranch?”
His gut tightened. “I don’t know. She died when I was eighteen.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Thank you.” He swallowed. “I miss her. She was my rock. She was also the one who told me to be me and never apologize for it.” He never would.
Any woman he had a relationship with knew what he expected, especially his preference for a lot of sex and kinky sex.
If they couldn’t handle that, then he bid them good-bye. Life on his terms.
Sticking to one-night stands at a club he knew had always been enough for him. This two weeks with Angie would be good for him, though. It wouldn’t be a lasting relationship. No woman wanted his sexual preferences for a lifetime.
“She was a smart woman.”
“Yes.” He pushed away his thoughts about his mother. “You and Becca have a close relationship. Have you known her since childhood?”
“No.” Angie stopped eating. “I was abandoned as a kid, put in foster care, and eventually I was adopted.”
“That’s rough.” His heart went out to her.
Navigating the foster care system wasn’t easy, especially for a child.
Her features were stoic, as if she’d put up an emotional wall around this topic.
He was pleased she shared that with him.
It also gave him insight into her need for control.
Was this what made her pause earlier? Only time would answer that.
“I survived.” She resumed eating.
Jared followed suit. He was interested in her life and wanted to know more.
But he didn’t have the right to question her unless he was willing to share more about his life, which he wasn’t.
Being with Angie was about sex and their reactions to each other.
It couldn’t be anything else. He wouldn’t allow it.
After they finished, she helped him clear the table and load the dishwasher. He took her hand as they walked up the stairs to her bedroom.
“Tomorrow, at one, in the room. Please wear the same outfit. Since the material is delicate, please wash it in the sink, if you want, and it will be dry by morning.” He leaned down and brushed a light kiss over her lips.
“I have a meeting in the morning and then have some paperwork to do. The kitchen is fully stocked, so help yourself to whatever appeals to you. Be sure you eat something. You’ll need the energy. See you at one.”
He gave her another kiss before he turned and left her alone. His cock protested every step he took away from her. Jared figured he might as well get a jump start on the paperwork, since sleep wasn’t going to come easy for him tonight.
***
The next afternoon, Angie stood by the bed in the playroom, staring out the window. The sunflowers were blooming, their faces raised toward the shining sun. A metaphor if she ever saw one. She felt like she was opening up to her sensuality.
“Please go lie on the bed.”
She jumped at Jared’s commanding voice. Taking a deep breath, Angie did as he commanded and laid down. The rustling of clothes caused her to turn her head to see Jared stripping off his pants.
Angie gasped. He was hard. Very hard.
Unable to help herself, she licked her lips and wondered how he would taste. Hopefully, she’d find out soon enough.
“Arms over your head and spread your legs.”
Angie complied and jumped when his hand came into view.
“Relax, sweetheart,” he said, touching her forehead. “Today, I want you to talk to me as I play with you. Close your eyes and tell me everything you’re feeling.”
The tips of his fingers feathered over her eyelids, barely disturbing her lashes. “Your touch is soft.” Her voice was nearly a whisper.
He smoothed his fingers over her cheeks, to her ears, to her chin, and down her neck.
She lifted her shoulders. “Tickles.” Angie opened her eyes and found Jared staring at her.
He skimmed over her collarbone, traced the sides of her breasts to her belly button, until he finally touched her hips and legs.
“You’re wet.”
“I’m always wet when I’m around you.” She wanted to recall her words. I’ve never been this open with a lover, but with Jared, things are different.
He circled around the bed twice, silently, and Angie squirmed.
“Be still.”
“Touch me.”
“What?” he snapped.
“Please, touch me.” I need to feel his skin against mine.
He tapped his chin, then opened the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a blindfold. “I want you to use your other senses.” He slipped the blindfold over her eyes.
Angie shivered. The loss of her sight made her a little nervous. Taking a deep breath, she concentrated on her hearing. At first, she couldn’t hear anything but her rapid breathing, but as she adjusted, she realized she’d heard a slight noise.
She wasn’t sure what it was. Then Jared’s heat caressed her skin. He was close to her. A ripple of excitement rushed through her body. Something soft brushed over her right nipple. It was light, and it tickled.
He swirled it.
“ Ahh .” Her back arched, and her grasped his shoulder.
“Bad girl,” he whispered, his breath cool against her heated skin.
Jared’s fingers encircled her wrist, lifted her arm over her head, and then he captured and lifted her other arm. Soft fabric encircled her wrists.
Whatever Jared used to tie her up with was silky. Scarves maybe. She jerked her arms. There was a little give in the restraint, but not so much she could slip free. A shaft of anticipation ran up her spine. Was he making one of her fantasies come true?
“Since you can’t keep your hands to yourself,” he said, “I’ve decided to help you.”
Her body bucked when whatever he held in his hand touched her nipple once again.
“Can’t you be still?”
“What is that?” She didn’t want him to stop, but she couldn’t help squirming. Angie bit her lip. If she was honest with herself, she enjoyed his teasing. A lot.
“You tell me.”
Damn man. She tried to concentrate, but he moved the item over her stomach to the top of her thighs. Instinctively, she closed her legs.
“Open up.”
She shook her head.
“Open.” His voice was firm.