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“It came out in the heat of the moment. I read it somewhere and I thought it sounded cool. Like I am in charge of giving you pleasure. I misspoke. I didn’t understand fully what I was saying. I guess like all men, I’m used to attacking, to be blunt about my needs.”
In The Thinking Nook he had her trapped, unable to move, overpowered. He dominated her on the physical level, which he always would. He’d never thought of it this way. Of how much trust women needed to have in a man that could overpower them at any minute. But talking and telling her he dominated her on the mental level as well–this she couldn’t, wouldn’t, tolerate.
She exhaled and crossed her arms on her chest, a classic defensive position, making her dress ride up her legs. It was white with light blue flowers and green leaves and did amazing things to her breasts and hips, enhancing her hourglass figure to perfection.
“I liked what you did. I didn’t like what you said.” Dafna confirmed his thoughts. She’d had some whisky, but he didn’t think she was too tipsy. Just enough to do away with inhibitions and be open with him.
“I’m sorry. I should be more careful with what I say, my reactions. I’m sorry your husband hurt you.”
She gave off a compliant vibe during sex. Perhaps her ex-husband was unconsciously attracted to it, even before he’d fully realized what he was.
“Oh, no!” she shook her head for emphasis. “It’s not like Ilan has ever harmed me. Ever! He would never…” She started coughing. He reached for the water jug and poured a drink, which she gulped.
“Thank you. I’ll be very clear. I don’t need saving. Ilan is great, and being a Dom works for him on many levels. But he would never ever do anything to or with a woman without her full consent. Ever!”
“Okay, you weren’t hurt. It’s good to know.” Although she didn’t admit it, she was still traumatized. He would be careful with her going forward, even if her reactions made it clear that she liked it a little rough.
“He was everything I ever wanted, or needed, from a man. But I fell short…” she whispered, blinking fast. His heart ached for her. He wanted to take her in his arms, but instead he folded them in his lap, giving her space.
“You’re everything I want from a woman.” He surprised himself. She bit her lips but didn’t meet his eyes. It was true. He’d never met a woman who he wanted as badly as Dafna. She was smart, mature, funny, sensitive. And very beautiful.
“Ilan hated to lose control. He’s a total control freak,” she said.
“I’m not. When you surf, you give over control to the sea. It is a gigantic beast that sometimes lets you ride it, but mostly doesn’t.”
“Hmmmm…” she hummed her agreement.
She had two glasses in front of her, the water he poured for her and whisky. She took a sip from the whisky. He would buy this bottle.
“Let’s do something your ex wouldn’t. Ask for anything.” He would give Dafna that which her ex denied her.
“Oh!” She took a swallow from her whisky, then another. The glass in front of him was empty, so by way of giving time to Dafna, he fished for another large ice cube and chose the Dead Sea whisky. The liquid hit the ice with an enticing gurgling sound.
“Ilan…he wouldn’t let me…” She stopped and blushed furiously.
“What? What wouldn’t he let you?” His voice came out strained. He cleared his throat.
She sipped from her whisky glass. Put it down. Took another gulp. Put it down. Then she picked it up and drained it.
“I guess I’m more like him than I think, and it has become like a power play. I needed him to give me control, and he wouldn’t.”
He had no idea where she was going with this, the anticipation was killing him.
“Wouldn’t what?”
“Let me blow him.”
It was his turn to cough. She patted his back, her beautiful smile finally lighting her face.
“You want to…” It turned out he couldn’t even say it out loud.
“Yes. I want to lick your dick.”
He burst out laughing.
“And you’re telling me that your husband wouldn’t let you…lick his dick?” It seemed that all the blood in his body moved in one direction, making him rock-hard in a heartbeat. He moved uncomfortably in his chair.
She smiled knowingly, the tip of her tongue moistening her upper lip. “Not the way I wanted to. He wanted to control everything. It annoyed me.” She pouted.
