She tilted her head up to look at me, wrapping her arms around my neck. She leaned in to kiss me, but stopped short to say, “I love you too, Boy Scout.”
I laughed and said, “I do love you. And I don’t care if we never have sex. Or if you’re still working at the dungeon when you’re an old, wrinkly domme if that makes you happy.”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
I’d meant to kiss her softly at first, but I was so overwhelmed at the reality of holding her again that I slanted my mouth over hers, trying to claim her with a kiss, but finding as always that she was going to make me fight for the upper hand.
She abruptly pulled back and assessed me with a saucy smile. “So you said you’re okay with us not having sex and me working at the dungeon forever. Do you still want to be with me if I expect you to fuck the hell out of me regularly and I’m currently unemployed?”
Her tone was teasing, but there was a vulnerable look in her eyes.
“I wouldn’t want you to give that up for me.”
“What if I was ready to move on, maybe not away from BDSM entirely, but I’d no longer be a pro? How much of you loving me is tied to what I do?”
Her fingers slid from my chest down my shirt and into the waistband of my pants like she just couldn’t help herself.
“Absolutely none.” I was struggling to focus with her fingertips sliding back and forth under my shorts. “Do whatever makes you happy. Hopefully, that includes me. And since we’re both currently unemployed, we’ve got plenty of time to kill. Can we do the sex part and talk about the career part when some of the blood has returned from my dick to my brain?”
She was still smiling when she started kissing me again, but it quickly turned to the eager, breathless sounds she made when she wanted more.
“I’m gonna go grab a condom,” I said. I froze when I remembered that phrase was what had sparked our fight the other night.
This time, she pulled one from her back pocket. “I’m presumptuous enough to come prepared.”
“Should we go to the bedroom?” I asked.
“Why?”
“Because it’s our first time. It seems like we should do it in a bed.”
“You’re serious right now?”
I nodded.
She scoffed, “Holy hell, every time I think I’ve dragged you to the dark side, you remind me you’re a boy scout. It’s not like it’s my first time ever. Stop being so sweet and fuck me. Fuck me on the floor, fuck me against the wall, fuck me bent over that couch. Do all of the above. Just fuck me.”
I clicked my tongue at her. “So demanding. And listen to that filthy mouth. I might just have to punish you.”
“Yes! Now we’re getting somewhere. Punish me, you big brute.”
I slowly backed her into the wall and pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, then brushed featherlight kisses along her neck and down to her collarbone. She tilted her neck in offering, waiting to feel the nip of my teeth, but instead I hid my smile by nuzzling my beard lightly where I’d just kissed her.
She made a frustrated noise, so I whispered against her ear, “You wanted a punishment, so I’ll be extra gentle and tease you senseless. I’ve waited a month and I’m not rushing this. It’s not a punishment if you’re begging me for it.”
She tried to yank her wrists down, but I held them easily in my grip. I nudged her feet apart and slid my knee between her legs, pressing it against the apex of her thighs. She sighed and ground against me, looking at me defiantly as she took her pleasure how she wanted it.
I eased my free hand under her shirt, cocking my head when my fingertips brushed the soft flesh of her bare breast instead of a bra.
“We really need to talk about your aversion to undergarments…”
“Are you complaining?”
She gasped when I rolled her nipple between my fingers. She was holding eye contact and silently challenging me to take her breath away with a flash of pain, but I touched her so lightly she could barely feel it.
“Enough.” She tugged and twisted against me. And I gave in because as fun as it was to torment her, I wanted this as badly as she did. I was hungry to make her come, had spent days wondering if I would ever get to see the look in her eyes again when she was lost to the pleasure. I was prepared to wait however long she needed until she was ready to have sex, even if that was never, but now that she’d put it on the table, I was craving that new kind of intimacy with her.
So I let my provocative woman escape my grasp, laughing at the triumphant look on her face when she thought she’d defeated me.
