Chapter 22
Yasmine
“All done.”
Yasmine jumped when Zeus appeared in front of her.
She’d been so enthralled in the latest Sadie Minx book about the dark Daddy lumberjacks, she hadn’t noticed he’d returned to the main room.
While he’d been installing her security system, she’d figured she’d catch up on her reading.
Daddy Doms weren’t her thing in real life, but she enjoyed reading about them, and there was something about a bunch of lumberjacks hiding out in the middle of the woods and slowly collecting reluctant brides that she’d quickly become addicted to.
It was funny how what was an absolute ‘no’ in real life could be hot in fiction.
Looking up at Zeus, e-reader cradled in her hands, Yasmine could easily picture him as one of those hot lumberjacks. He definitely had the beard for it. And he could chase her through the woods and—
One of Zeus’ eyebrows lifted, and Yasmine realized she was just sitting on her couch, staring up at him while she fantasized. She cleared her throat.
“Thank you. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.”
“Oh, I’ll give you the opportunity to show me,” he said smoothly, the beginning of a smile curving his lips. “But for now, let me show you how everything works.”
“Great.” She closed her e-reader case with a snap, grateful he couldn’t see what she was reading about. Not that it mattered if he judged her since it wasn’t like they were dating… but she still wanted that bit of privacy.
Following him to the little box now installed on the wall by the door, Yasmine nodded along, doing her best to focus on what he was saying and not on his nearness as he walked her through the directions. Arming it. Disarming it. What to do if she wanted to access it from her phone.
Patiently, he waited as she practiced multiple times.
Then he showed her the distress code she could put in that would send a silent alarm to the cops and him.
Yasmine’s stomach tightened at the idea of needing it.
Hopefully, she’d never use it, but she had to admit it was smart to have it.
She’d read enough thrillers to know that no security system was infallible.
“Good job,” Zeus murmured, putting his hands on her shoulders as she ran through the sequence for the final time on her phone. “Now. About payment. Did you want to pay me back today or another time?”
With his hands on her, tingles already traveling down her spine, there was only one answer.
Normally, she wouldn’t let any man move this fast with her.
No hooking up immediately. Definitely no immediate follow-up the day after.
But with her and Zeus, it was all about sex, and all the rules were not only out the window, she was reversing them.
Which meant it was totally fine to say today.
Turning around to face him, lips slightly parted, she smiled.
“Today. If you have the time. Sir.” The honorific was said cheekily, pushing at him now that she knew for sure he was a Dom. Everything would be easier if he took control, and she didn’t have to think too much about what she was doing or why.
His hands had moved with her body, sliding across her shoulders, and now they moved again.
One went down, curving around her body to yank her forward against him, while the other went to her back, gripping the base of her ponytail and pulling her head back.
Yasmine could feel her heart beating frantically against her ribcage as he trapped her in his grip.
Every nerve ending in her body lit up with hot interest at the way he was manhandling her.
“Oh, I definitely have the time, princess.”
Leaning down, he claimed her mouth in a hot, hard kiss that made her go all melty against him.
Her hands were still in front of her, clutching her phone, trapped between them as he devoured her until she was breathless.
When he lifted his head again, it felt like her knees were going to drop out from under her.
“But now that I know you’re kinky, we should probably go over your limits.”
Yasmine licked her lips nervously as he stared down at her.
“I like impact play to a point. I’m a fairly straightforward submissive. I’m not a full-on masochist, but I like a good spanking, flogging, or belting. No needles or pointy, sharp things. No blood, scat, or water sports.”
His hand shifted, going from her ponytail to her throat, and she could feel her pulse flutter against his palm.
“Breath control?” he asked, his thumb pressing lightly on the front of her throat. She gulped and could feel the pressure increase against the movement.
“I… um, haven’t really tried it.” But she was rapidly starting to think that she might not be entirely against it.
Not with someone she trusted. And for some reason, she trusted Zeus.
Excitement curled through her as he kept his hand in place, the other one still pressing against her lower back.
She could feel the hard ridge of his erection against her stomach and knew he was just as turned on as she was. “It’s not a hard limit.”
The way his thumb swept up and down over the center of her throat made her want to whimper. Definitely not a hard limit at all. Not with him, at least.
“We already know sex is on the table.” The intensity in his gaze made her feel like she was already naked in front of him, his words immediately summoning the memory of last night. He’d looked at her just like this. “You’ve agreed to oral. Anal?”
“Only when I’m naughty.” The words popped out before she could think, and she immediately flushed, which made him chuckle.
“Do you like being a naughty girl, Yas?”
Fuck. The way he said it, it was almost as sexy as hearing him call her a good girl.
“Sometimes.”
“And do you like being punished?”
Hot and cold rushed through her, one after the other.
“Sometimes.” Her voice came out throatier, sultrier, and not just because he had his hand wrapped around it.
His thumb swept up and down against where her pulse was pounding madly.
Yasmine pressed her tongue against the back of her teeth as she stared up at him.
Waiting for what he was going to do next.
“Well, unfortunately for you, you’ve been a good girl.” The edges of his lips curled up, and for a moment, Yasmine wished that she’d been very, very bad instead. “But I’m sure we can find something fun for this evening. Do you have any toys?”
Her insides clenched.
Zeus
Yas didn’t just have a few toys; she had an entire collection and an organization system.
All of which could be used on herself. She didn’t have most of the impact tools she favored, other than a small rubber flogger that could be used for a pussy whip.
The kind of thing she could easily use on herself if she wanted to.
It would be very stingy but not overly harsh.
The flogger was stored in a pink box full of trays with separate compartments. Along with the flogger, there was toy cleaner, several types of nipple clamps, tiny suction cups that would be just the right size for her nipples, and lube.
In a blue box that had been stacked right underneath it in her closet was her collection of dildos, vibrators, and plugs, each in its own silk bag.
He had Yas sit on the bed and watch him as he went through each and every item, familiarizing himself with her collection, while she blushed furiously and did her best to pretend she wasn’t uncomfortable, even though he could see her squirming.
Nothing was giant-sized, but she did seem to enjoy a selection of ridges, bumps, and grooves in her toys.
Two had a clitoral stimulation attachment.
She also had a remote-controlled vibrator and one that was clearly meant just for her clit.
The plugs were all the standard plug shape, just made of different materials—some silicone, some glass, some metal—all in different sizes.
The metal ones each had a sparkling gem on their base.
“Well, well,” he murmured. “Quite an assortment.”
Yas crossed her arms over her chest, and her chin tilted up in that stubborn way he was starting to recognize as incoming sass.
“Because God forbid a girl enjoy herself.”
That made him chuckle.
“Trust me, princess, I’m not disappointed.
” He leaned over to give the underside of her chin a little tap with his forefinger.
Her chin immediately lowered, gaze casting downward and averting to the side as she squirmed again.
With her hands in her lap, she looked like a naughty girl who had been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to.
Zeus wondered if she didn’t often share her toy collection with the men she dated. He didn’t ask, though, because he didn’t want her thinking too hard about dating. Or other men. For right now, he wanted her here in the moment with him.
“So, now what?” she asked as he started putting some of the toys back into their spots. There was a little hint of disappointment in her tone, as if she thought he was going to put all of them away.
“Now that I’ve seen my choices, I’ve made a selection.” He methodically placed every item back where it had come from, except for the remote-controlled vibrator and the spring-loaded nipple clamps with the rubber tips and a thin chain hanging between them.
Easy. Simple. Effective.
And what he had in mind was going to be quite a lot of fun. For him, anyway. But he looked forward to Yas’ reaction to it.
When she started to reach for the boxes and get to her feet, he gave her a sharp glance.
“Sit.” He’d seen where she’d gotten them from, and he put them right back where they belonged on the shelf in her closet before turning back to her.
Her room was simply decorated. A queen-size bed with a forest green comforter.
Lighter green curtains spread open to reveal creamy sheers that adorned the windows, letting in some light but ensuring their privacy.
The light maple wood of the furniture went well with the several shades darker floorboards.
A multi-hued green rug covered most of the wooden floor around her bed and between the dresser.
A cream-colored armchair was seated not far from her dresser, slightly angled toward the window.
He bet she would read or look at her phone while curled up on that chair, able to push back the gauzy sheers over the window to look outside.
Or maybe just allowing the soft light to come through the sheers to gently illuminate her.
Scooping up the toys he’d kept out before walking over to the armchair, he shifted its position, angling it away from the window and toward the bed. Then he sat down on it, putting the toys down to rest atop one leg.
Yas stared at him from where she was still sitting and waiting. Leaning back in the chair, one hand on each of the armrests, Zeus rolled his shoulders back, settling in comfortably.
“Strip for me, princess,” he ordered.
“I… what?” Yas looked startled, as though that wasn’t what she’d expected him to say.
“I want to see you strip for me.” He lifted one of his hands, using his finger to make a little circular motion in front of him. “Maybe do a little twirl while you do it.”
Her mouth opened. Closed. Then that sassy chin lift that he adored.
Yas got to her feet. Smoothly. Gracefully. She looked like a dancer when she moved like that.
Crossing her arms over her front, she grasped the hem of her shirt and lifted it up and over her head in one smooth motion. Zeus leaned back in the chair again, resting both hands back on the armrests, to enjoy the show.