Chapter 8
She hadn’t believed she’d ever beg him to stop. But after a pair of back-to-back orgasms that had her shaking and screaming his name, she did. The sensations were so raw and intense that she had needed him to stop touching her clit.
He’d kissed her and flipped her over. Then he’d taken her from behind, using her in a way that was almost as satisfying as when she’d had the double orgasm.
It had something to do with the way she felt with his weight and strength pinning her down as he pounded into her, banging against the sore bottom he’d punished, taking what he wanted with no thought anymore of her pleasure.
She realized there was an incredible seductiveness to submission.
Not surprisingly, Dean woke before she did. He was used to rising before dawn.
This morning, he wasn’t in a hurry to get to his workout. Or rather, he wanted a pre-workout workout that involved the bombshell in the bed next to him.
They’d been awake until one in the morning, which had only been about four and half hours earlier.
He should let her sleep, but her unbelievably soft body was pressed against his and the memories of the way she’d let him take control the night before were fuel to a fire that hadn’t burned itself out.
He bent his head and sucked the tip of her breast into his mouth. He bit and tongued her nipple until she woke, arching her back and murmuring a sleepy protest.
He put his hand between her legs, rubbing her, and she stiffened, grabbing his wrist.
“Dean, I’m swollen and sore. My God, are you hard again? How can you possibly have another erection?”
“It’s morning.”
“I know, but—”
“And I’m sharing a bed with a scientist who’s built like a centerfold. It’s like I went to bed human and woke up in a Marvel comic book.”
She laughed. “That’s ridiculous.”
He brought her hand to his cock. “Don’t I feel like Iron Man?”
Her laughter deepened.
He stroked himself using her hand. With his free hand, he returned to her body.
“We had a lot of amazing sex last night. Enough for one night I think,” she said.
“I really want to be inside your body again.”
“It’ll hurt,” she whispered before she kissed him.
“I could put it somewhere else.”
“Meaning?”
“In your ass.”
She sucked in a breath. “No!”
He smiled. He’d known by the way she’d balked when he put a finger against her ring the night before that she was a virgin anally. “Because?”
“That would really hurt. And also because, no way.”
“So then?”
“A cold shower.”
He shook his head.
“I suppose I could…”
“You could?”
“But I’m not very good at that. You wouldn’t enjoy it.”
He smirked. “Of course I would. I think what you meant to say was that you wouldn’t enjoy it.”
She tilted her head. “I’m not saying that I would hate it. Generally speaking, I do find your body to be very tasty.”
“Good. Problem solved,” he said, lying on his back.
“You have a lot of expectations,” she murmured.
“You have no idea.”
“I have some idea,” she countered, making him laugh.
Then she licked him, and everything he’d been thinking melted. For the next twenty minutes, she sucked and teased him until he buried his fingers in her hair and growled like an animal.
She scratched his thighs when he forced her to take him deeper than she wanted, and when he came, she coughed and sputtered, rather than swallowing. He still enjoyed it more than he had with women who were better at it. He knew why. It was because she was his. That always mattered to him.
She licked her full lips, then made a face.
He smirked. “You’ll get used to it.”
“I wouldn’t count on that.”
“I want you to do something for me.”
“I just did,” she said indignantly. “On very little sleep, I might add. Don’t you have to work today? Because I do,” she said, dropping back onto the pillow. “I would like to brush my teeth, but I’m too tired.
“Meghan?”
“Yes?”
“I want you to do something for me.”
“What?”
“Change your hair to its natural color.”
She huffed out a sigh.
“Make an appointment at wherever the best salon is to do that kind of thing. I’ll pay for it and anything else you want.”
“Anything else? Are you planning to make me over? What’s next? A personal trainer and a dietician?”
“Absolutely not. I like your body exactly the way it is. When I said anything else you want, I meant spa treatments. Women like massages and facials, right?”
“I don’t know. I guess so.”
“Have you ever had a massage?”
She shook her head.
“Are you kidding?”
She shook her head again.
“You should.”
“Have you?” she asked.
“Yeah, plenty of times when I was in college and playing football. Not often anymore. I’ll give you one some night, and you can return the favor. I’ll enjoy it more if it’s your hands on me.”
“I doubt it. I have no idea how to give a massage.”
“I’ll teach you.”
“It would be more expeditious to just go get a massage, since you clearly want one and I don’t .”
He smiled. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m tired, and you’re very…”
“Very what?” he asked mildly.
“I’m concerned that we may be on a slippery slope.
Just because I let you show me what it’s like to be spanked, doesn’t mean that I agree to let you take charge of everything.
Or that I’ll be at your beck and call for five-am blow jobs and agree to change my hair color on a whim of yours,” she said defiantly.
“Careful, Meghan. Cop an attitude, and I’ll help you adjust it.”
She scowled. “This is exactly what I’m talking about…this high-handedness that I didn’t agree to.”
“All right, take some time to think. Call me when you decide.” He climbed from the bed and began to dress.
“Wait.”
“For what?” he asked.
“I want to talk about this. You don’t just get to walk out every time I don’t do exactly what you want.”
“Of course I do. You’re not big enough to stop me.”
“It’s not fair.”
“When did I ever promise things would be fair? What I said was that I would be in charge. I said it in a lot of ways and showed you what I meant in more ways than one. You can’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“So you get whatever you want? And I get to be what? Your slave girl?”
He contemplated that. He’d never been into role-playing or a total power exchange, but the thought of Meghan chained to the bed made his cock rise to half-mast.
“I don’t want a slave. I like the fact that you’re a brilliant physicist. And no, this relationship is not all about what I want.
Have I not given you everything you asked me for?
You wanted help with your presentation skills.
I gave you pages of notes and said we’d work on it.
You wanted to come to a game and told me your seat was in the sky, so I got you one of the best seats in the house.
You were such a pain in the ass that night, you drove me away.
But when you wanted to talk to me, I let you.
And when you wanted me to come over to make love to you, I did.
I’m pretty sure I also made good on the promise to make you come until you begged me to stop. True or not true?”
“Which part?”
“All of it.”
She hesitated, but finally relented. “True, I suppose.”
“You suppose?” he demanded. “If you push me into spanking you again this morning, you’ll have to work standing up because I promise you won’t be able to sit down for days.”
She flushed. “I haven’t even agreed to let you spank me ever again. Let alone today!”
“Then stop interrupting me as I try to leave. You need time to think, so think. And call me if you decide you want to be in a relationship with me.”
“And it’ll be like this?”
“Yes. Not exactly like last night and this morning, but some variation on the theme. I will push you into giving me what I want. In exchange and because I’m crazy about you, I’ll give you whatever you ask me for.”
“If you’re so crazy about me, why do you keep threatening to break up with me before we’ve even established that we’re in a relationship?”
He smiled. “I know this whole scene is strange and disorienting, but I don’t see any point in hiding what I want and springing it on you gradually once we’re so far down the road it’ll be nearly impossible for you to get out without heartbreak.
Let me just be honest with you about what I want.
And let me make it clear that you won’t be able to change me, and I won’t let you waste your time trying.
Just take a little time to think about whether you liked last night and this morning enough to keep going in this relationship.
If not, if it made you unhappy to do what I wanted, then acknowledge that and move on with your life. ”
“You claim you’ll give me what I want, too. What if I wanted you to change something about your appearance?”
“Like what?”
“Grow a beard.”
“Done.”
“Dye your hair blonde?”
He winced. “Unhappily, but done.”
“Shave your head?”
“Better than blonde. Yeah, done.”
“A tattoo?”
“Depends on the tattoo, but likely, yes.”
She sighed. “The problem is you know I’m not serious. Because you’re gorgeous and don’t need anything done to make you more attractive to me.”
“You don’t need to change your hair to make yourself more attractive to me, Meghan. It’s not possible for me to be more attracted to you. I nearly came just looking at you naked.”
“Then why do you want me to change my hair?”
“Because I really love those red curls,” he said, glancing at the sheet where it covered her. “And I don’t think dark brown looks natural on you. It’s like you’re in disguise. If you really hate the red, maybe auburn? Or lighter brown? I want to feel like I have the real you.”
“I’ll think about it. I’ll think about everything. And despite the argument, I really am glad that you’re being so open and honest. I’ve been with a liar and cheat in the past. Even though this is harder at the beginning, I think it’s better.”
Dean nodded, though deep down he knew he would only feel it was the best way to go if he got what he wanted. If he lost her now, after last night, he would likely regret not taking things slower.