Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
On Wednesday afternoon, Kate sat across from the best-looking man in The Sweet and Savory Table.
Chris seemed at ease, even in his work clothes of open flannel shirt, faded BlackSmith Construction T-shirt stretched over his broad chest, permanently stained blue jeans, and steel-tipped work boots.
Chris had texted her on Saturday morning to thank her for the help, tell her Yvonne was doing fine and had gone home to her aunt and uncle, and to invite Kate to this lunch.
Kate’s heart raced as she eyed Chris warily. Why had she agreed to this lunch in the first place?
“It was one night, Chris. We can’t do this. It won’t work.” She tried to sound reasonable. She needed to calm down and think straight.
Mealybugs on an orchid! I’m the Domme, and he’s topping from the bottom. No. He isn’t submissive, so that’s wrong.
Chris shook his head. “Why don’t you let me explain what I have in mind before you decide if you like it or not?”
She lifted her head and gave him a ‘don’t push me’ stare.
Chris lowered his gaze and pleaded. “Please, Mistress Kate.”
She didn’t know if it was the use of her title or his tone of voice, but she urged, “Go on, imp!”
Chris cocked his head at her use of the pet name and gave a boyish grin. “It’s been a long time since anyone had called me a small devil.”
“Topping from the bottom makes you an imp in my book.” Kate couldn’t hold back a small smile herself.
“Fair enough.” He turned serious again. “After years of denying my attraction to you, I don’t want to fight it anymore. Our night together was the best sexual encounter of my life.”
She agreed with him—their night had been spectacular.
“I discovered that I liked submitting to you, Kate.”
She opened her mouth to argue but closed it again. She’d promised to listen to him.
“However, I do like to dominate other women, but you play with women, too. Would you consider it cheating if we co-topped?”
The appearance of the server at their table gave her a few moments’ reprieve, and she considered his suggestion. She’d abandoned hope of finding a way to live her bisexuality a long time ago. Chris’s suggestion was appealing.
“You think you’ll never have the inclination to top me?” This was her biggest worry.
“I loved being bound and dominated by you. I liked how you kept me on edge. Hell, I never came as hard in my life as I did with you.” He raked his hand through his dirty blond hair.
“I enjoyed feeling your nails rake over my body, and I almost came the next day when I saw your marks on my body.” He made eye contact and leaned toward her, and all she saw was sincerity.
“You know I talked and scened with Scott?”
Kate shook her head.
“He thinks I’m maybe eighty percent dominant, but I also have submissive and masochistic tendencies.”
Her head flew up. “You want me to hurt you?”
His grin was irresistibly boyish. “Oh yeah!”
She smiled as delicious ways to torture his gorgeous body came to her. She used the iron control that made her an accomplished, sought-after Domme to get her head back to the negotiation. I can’t believe I’m seriously discussing this.
“Okay, sounds interesting, and I’d love to find out what your limits are.” She smiled at him. “I’m also intrigued by your idea of co-topping. What’s that about?”
Chris rubbed his chin with its heavy scruff. It looked sexy on him.
“The other day with Yvonne, we both had a connection with her. I know she needs more pain than I’m willing to give, but if we could scene together, it might work really well.”
Huh, why haven’t I ever considered the option? She did play with men and women, and she’d assisted several times in other Doms’ scenes, but to pursue a regular ménage had never crossed her mind. Talk about a blind spot!
“Have you talked about this with Yvonne?” Kate leaned back in her chair and stroked a manicured fingernail over her brow.
Chris shook his head. “Not yet. I wanted to run it by you first. I…”
Kate could fill in the blank. She would be the Dominant in their relationship, and Chris was giving her the lead.
“Okay, I’ll talk with Yvonne the next time we’re at the club.” She lifted her booted foot and maneuvered it against his crotch, making him jerk. “You’re going to wear what I want to show your submission to me.”
Another devastating smile appeared, and his eyes sparkled. “I’ll walk naked and two steps behind you, if needed,” he murmured in a low tone so only Kate could hear.
Oh, the imp—it gave her a splendid idea, though.