Chapter 17
Cassie wantedhis hands everywhere all at once. And his mouth.
His finger circled her clit as his other hand continued to massage her breast. The fabric from her bra added to the sensation, but she wanted it out of the way. That went double for her jeans. Why had she packed jeans anyway?
“Do you want more?” Jesse asked, whispering in her ear.
“Yes.” The word came out more as a breath, but she knew he’d heard her.
Instead of giving her more, though, his hands stopped moving. “Yes, what?”
It took her a moment to realize what he was talking about. “Yes, Sir. Please, more. Touch me more.”
The next thing she knew, she was lying flat on her back on the couch, and he was hovering over her. She blinked up at him, trying to get her bearings.
Cool air teased her heated flesh as he removed her jeans and threw them to the floor. She was naked from the waist down in a matter of seconds.
In the past, she would have been looking for something to cover up with, but now, with Jesse, she felt the opposite. She spread her legs, giving him a clear view of her sex. He rewarded her by placing a kiss on her clit, then giving it a slow lick with the tip of his tongue.
She threaded her fingers through his hair, wanting to keep him there, but he had other plans.
“You’re still wearing too many clothes, baby.” Jesse crawled up her torso, pushing her shirt up as he went.
Cassie lifted her arms as he maneuvered her shirt over her shoulders and head. The only stitch of clothing she had left was her bra and she had a feeling it would be gone soon, too.
His lips captured hers in a searing kiss that left her toes curling. He lifted her leg, securing it around his waist. The fabric of his jeans scraped against her sensitive skin, sending tingles of need coursing through her. She could feel his hard length pressing against her and she wanted his jeans out of the way. She didn’t want anything separating them.
But she couldn’t say anything. He had her mouth occupied. She tried to convey what she wanted with her body, but he either didn’t understand or was choosing to ignore it.
Jesse pulled the straps of her bra down her arms, restricting her movement. She dug her fingers into his sides since that was the only place she could reach.
His tongue continued to dominate her mouth, demanding she kiss him back with as much passion. She was so hot.
He finally broke the kiss and stared down at her for a long moment. Then, he got up from the couch and removed his clothing. His erection stood straight and proud. She wanted to taste him.
“May I taste you, Sir?”
Jesse paused, then took a pillow from a nearby chair and dropped it on the floor in front of him. “Kneel on the pillow.”
Cassie rolled off the couch and kneeled on the pillow. She knew from her research that kneeling before your dominant was a common thing in this lifestyle, but before today, Jesse had never asked her to do it.
He combed his fingers through her hair, cupping the back of her head. “You want to suck my cock, baby?”
The body part in question was inches away from her face and her need to take him into her mouth increased. Her sex pulsed with desire, a primal urge she didn’t understand. “Yes, Sir.”
Jesse knew from when they’d gone over their lists that she’d only done this a few times before. She didn’t hate it, but it wasn’t something she’d ever thought she’d crave. Yet, here she was, the need to suck his cock so strong she was almost willing to beg.
He ran his thumb along the base of her jaw a few times before taking a small step forward and bringing his erection to her mouth. His thumb pulled at her lower lip, and she opened her mouth. His cock slid inside.
It was warm and had a hint of saltiness. But it was more than that. She couldn’t explain it. A rush of heat surged between her legs as she took more of him in.
Both of Jesse’s hands settled on her head as she moved up and down over his length. She experimented using her tongue to lick, then sucking like she would on a straw. Every now and then, she’d feel his fingers flex against her scalp. At first, she’d thought she’d done something wrong, but then she’d hear his breath hitch in the same way he did when she’d kissed her way up his chest the night before.
As Cassie continued, she gained more confidence in what she was doing. Her movements became more bold. He liked that, too.
Then, he was gone. Jesse ripped his cock out of her mouth.
She thought she’d done something wrong, but then she saw him reach for a condom she hadn’t noticed on the coffee table. He rolled it down his length, then turned to face her again.
Cassie had no idea what he was going to do. Okay, that wasn’t true. She knew he was going to fuck her.
Before she could contemplate the hows, he took hold of her bicep and turned her to face the couch. She was still on her knees, but that didn’t seem to matter. He pushed on her back until her face was against the couch.
Jesse kneeled behind her and lined himself up. He thrust forward, his cock filling her pussy.
A feeling of rightness came over her as he moved inside her, pulling out, then plunging forward again. Over and over, he thrust, bringing every emotion she felt since meeting him to the surface.
He brushed her hair away from her neck and leaned forward until his chest was against her back. She could feel his harsh breaths against her skin, only adding to everything she was feeling. Cassie loved that she could do this to him. That this wasn’t only one-sided. She felt powerful, yet taken care of at the same time. She didn’t want this feeling to ever end.
His hands were everywhere, on her breasts, her hips, her belly. She was so hot, yet she didn’t want him to stop. She never wanted him to stop.
One of Jesse’s hands cupped her still cloth-covered breast while the other found its way between her legs. His fingers plucked at her nipple, the sensation almost painful, while the digits of his other hand worked her clit. She was pressed against the couch, his body holding her down.
He began kissing her shoulder, her neck, anywhere his mouth could reach. “Are you ready to come, Cass?”
She tried to nod, but she couldn’t move all that much. “Yes. Yes, Sir.”
He did something with his hips, and she gasped. Then she felt his teeth scrape against her shoulder and his fingers pinch her nipple. That, combined with what he was doing to her clit, was too much.
Her orgasm hit her hard. She released a strangled cry as her climax rocked her body.
Jesse picked up his pace, sucking on the skin at the base of her neck as if demons were chasing him. He released a grunt from deep in his belly as he surged forward once more and held himself deep inside her.
Neither of them moved for several long moments. She could feel his heart pounding against his chest as their breathing came back to normal. He kissed along her spine, keeping his arms around her.
As her pulse returned to normal, their position registered. She was trapped. She couldn’t move.
Cassie shifted and Jesse must have felt the change in her mood. He sat up, pulling out of her.
She straightened immediately and readjusted her bra straps so they were on her shoulders again and didn’t restrict the movement of her arms.
Jesse brushed the back of his fingers along her cheek. It was only then she realized she was crying. “Cass?”
She wiped the tears away.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No.”
He waited for her to go on. When she didn’t, he stood, helped her up, and grabbed a blanket from inside an ottoman a few feet away. He wrapped the blanket around her, making sure it was secure. “Wait here. I need to clean up.” He kissed the top of her head. “I won’t be long.”
Cassie hugged the blanket, feeling so many emotions she was having trouble naming them. How had she gone from feeling on top of the world, to crying, to utter panic?
She glanced at the door, then disregarded the notion of fleeing. Jesse would follow her. Even if she went to her mom’s for the rest of the weekend, there would be no avoiding him come Monday, and the last thing she wanted to do was have a confrontation at work.
No, she was going to have to suck it up and deal with this like an adult. She didn’t want to lose Jesse. In fact, she was pretty sure she was falling in love with him. Taking a seat on the couch, she snuggled into her blanket and waited.
* * *
She’d been fine. Jesse knew he was pushing her boundaries, so he’d paid close attention to how she was reacting to having her movement restricted, to being held down by his weight. She’d shown no signs of distress. In fact, it was the opposite.
He threw the condom away, washed his hands, and hurried back to the living room. Cassie was huddled in the corner of his couch, still wrapped in the throw blanket he’d put around her.
Disregarding both their clothes, he sat beside her on the couch and pulled her into his arms. She snuggled into him, burrowing her face into his neck. A shiver ran through her, but this time it had nothing to do with arousal. “Cass, I need you to tell me what happened.”
Jesse felt something wet trickle down his chest. She was crying again.
He was about to ask her again, when she brought a hand up through the blanket and wiped the moisture away from her cheeks. “I don’t know, exactly. One minute everything was great. Then, it wasn’t.”
That didn’t tell him anything useful. “Did something change?”
She was quiet for a long moment. “I realized I was trapped. I couldn’t move. And I…”
When she didn’t finish her sentence, he filled in the blanks. “Got scared.”
Cassie nodded. “Yeah.”
Jesse held her tighter. He kissed the top of her head before lifting her chin so she could look him in the eyes. “It’s okay to be scared. You don’t have to be the strong one. If you fall, I’ll catch you.” He brushed the fresh tears from her cheeks and one side of his mouth lifted in a half smile. “That’s sort of my job as your Dom.”
“You’re not mad?”
“Of course not.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Why would I be mad?”
“I ruined the moment.”
Lifting her onto his lap, he repositioned the blanket so it encompassed them both. Not only did this keep them both warm given neither of them had any clothes on, but it also meant her naked body was pressed against his. “Baby, you didn’t ruin anything. This is just growing pains. We’re learning about each other. The important thing is we talk through the things that worked and those that didn’t.”
She thought about that for a long moment. “I liked when you were lying on top of me while we were having sex. I don’t know what changed for me. I was okay, then I wasn’t. It makes no sense.”
“It makes more sense than you might think.” He caressed her hip, keeping his hands in more neutral areas. “During sexual arousal, your mind processes things differently. Pain. Pleasure. It all gets jumbled. Things you wouldn’t normally be okay with can suddenly be okay when combined with sexual stimulation.”
“You think once I wasn’t sexually stimulated anymore, my brain processed you lying on top of me differently?”
“Me holding you down. Yes.”
Cassie was quiet for a long moment. “Does that mean you won’t hold me down anymore?”
He couldn’t stop the snort that escaped, nor his smile. “No.”
“No, you won’t hold me down anymore, or no, it doesn’t mean you won’t hold me down anymore?” Cassie’s lips twisted and her brow furrowed. “That didn’t even make sense to me.”
Jesse laughed, then answered her question. “This won’t be the last time I restrict your movement. Whether that’s by holding you down, as I did today, or by securing your limbs to my bed, or by trussing you up and hanging you from the ceiling.”
Her eyes grew wide. “Truss me up? Like a turkey?”
Again, he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Trust me, you’ll look much better than any turkey.”
Cassie swallowed. “I’m not sure I’m ready for something like that.”
He sobered. “No, you’re not. Not yet. But that doesn’t mean you won’t be in the future. What happened today, this is a learning experience, nothing more.”
She sighed. “What do we do now?”
“I’ll pay more attention to your emotional state as you come down from your climax and I need you to communicate to me when you feel that panic beginning to take hold.”
“You mean use my safeword.”
Jesse nodded. “Say yellow if you feel it coming on.” He cupped her cheek and rested his forehead against hers. “I don’t like seeing you in distress like that.”
She closed the distance between them and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Thank you.”
He gave her a soft kiss in return. “I’m thinking a movie might be a nice way to continue our day. Do you have any suggestions?”
“Have you seen Outlander?”
Jesse had watched a lot of movies over the years, but he didn’t recall one called Outlander. “Do you mean the television show?”
She nodded.
“No. I’ve heard about it, but I haven’t seen it.”
“It’s soooo good. Jamie is just…” Cassie sighed.
The dreamy look in her eyes amused him. “Do I need to be jealous?” He’d never been jealous before, and it felt strange to think it might happen over a fictional character.
Cassie ran her hand over Jesse’s chest. “He’s not real. Or his character isn’t. You, on the other hand…”
She gazed up at him with a glint in her eye that had his cock twitching.
He kissed the tip of her nose and reached for the remote. It took him several minutes to locate Outlander on the screen. He clicked on it and was shocked to see there were multiple seasons. “What season are you on?”
“No, we have to start from the beginning. You won’t understand the story otherwise,” she said. “I don’t mind watching it again.”
Nodding, he clicked on season one, episode one, and hit play.
Three hours later, Jesse found himself as enchanted by the story as she was. He was realizing what all the hype was about. It had everything. Action. Adventure. Romance. Time travel. And so many twists and turns he was trying to keep up with them all.
Cassie was tucked against him, her naked body warm against his. He’d draped the blanket over them, creating a cozy bubble as they binged on the show. It was the most relaxed he could ever remember being and he could see himself repeating this day with her for the rest of their lives.
He glanced at the clock and was shocked to see it was after one. “Are you getting hungry?”
“A little.” She tore her gaze away from the screen to look at him. “I can wait, though.”
Hitting pause on the show, Jesse climbed off the couch and went to get his phone. While he enjoyed cooking, he was also a foodie. He loved trying new restaurants, which meant he had an extensive knowledge of what was good in the area.
It took him all of five minutes to order their lunch and arrange for it to be delivered. Once that was done, he returned to his position on the couch. He picked up the remote and pressed play.
Cassie continued to stare at him.
He pressed pause again and raised his eyebrows in question.
“You didn’t ask me what I wanted.”
“No.”
“What if I don’t like what you ordered?” she asked.
“I ordered a variety of options. I’m confident you’ll find something.” He’d ordered enough food for the entire weekend, should they need it. If he were honest, he wanted to stay in the condo and block out the outside world for as long as possible.
She looked at him for several more moments, then rolled to face the television.
“Is that a problem?”
“No.” She paused for a long moment. “I’m not used to people ordering for me without asking me first.”
This didn’t have anything to do with their sexual relationship, so it didn’t necessarily fall under the Dominant/submissive arrangement. He liked taking care of her, and making sure she was fed was part of that, but he could see where it might be an adjustment for her.
“Do you not want me to order for you in the future?” He was hoping she wouldn’t say yes because he wasn’t sure he could agree to that.
She rolled back to face him. “You like ordering for me.”
“I do.”
The crease in Cassie’s brow became more pronounced as she considered the situation. “How about this, when we’re here, you can order for me.” She paused. “As long as I don’t have to eat anything I don’t like.” She scrunched up her nose. “No crazy stuff.”
“And when we’re not here?” he asked.
“If we’re on a date, then I get to choose, but you can do the ordering. If you want. But if we’re at work, or it’s not a date, then I do my own ordering.”
Cassie had told him she wasn’t good at negotiation. She was better than she thought.
“I think I can agree to those terms.”
The smile she sent him was worth the concession he’d made.
He brushed his lips against hers before capturing them in a leisurely kiss. “Ready to finish watching this episode?”
She nodded and turned around to face the screen. Her ass was pressed against his groin, and it took all his self-control not to line her up and slip inside.
But there would be plenty of time for that later. The food would be there soon, and the last thing he wanted was to be interrupted.