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“That’s why, if it intrigues you, you explore it with someone who knows what they’re doing, and how to keep things safe and consensual. And mostly sane.”
“Would you like…to do that with me? Anal sex.” She was proud to throw that out there, since even with him driving, it was difficult to say aloud. However, the next light caught them, so his response came with his full attention upon her. Those gray eyes that could become heated steel.
“Yes, Les, I would. I’d like to put my cock in your cunt, your mouth, and your ass. I’d like to come on your body, mark you inside and out as mine.”
She reminded herself to breathe, even as her hands curled against her thighs. “Is that part of…is that a Dom thing?”
“It depends on the Dom, and the sub. But the way your pupils dilated and your lips parted, I’d say it’s definitely this Dom’s thing. The sooner the better.”
The light changed. He surprised her by pulling into a strip mall, and parking in front of a clothing store. Party and club dresses were displayed in the front windows, everything from flirty and fun to sparkly and formal. “I thought we’d look at something for you to wear tonight, if you want. Casual is fine, but most women like to dress up a little for these events.”
“Oh, well. Yes.” She was familiar with the store chain, and knew it had reasonable prices, but she also knew down to the penny what she could spend each semester. The extra gas to get here had blown her weekly budget.
“This one’s my treat. Because I’m going to pick it out.”
If he’d told her he was going to pick out a dress for him, he couldn’t have surprised her more. When he came around and opened her door, he braced his hand on it and answered the question she was sure was written on her face. “I like the idea of you in something I picked out, bought and want you to wear. I’m not a 24/7 type Dom, but I’ve thought a lot about the things I’d enjoy doing with a submissive who’s mine.”
“So you haven’t done this before?” She knew she shouldn’t throw the hope out there, but she couldn’t stop herself.
“No.” He met her gaze. “When you want to know, I’ll always tell you the experiences I’ve had with other women who enjoy submission. I don’t follow some step-by-step rule book with each one. For one thing, every woman is different. But what I pursue with them does have clear rules about how far it will go.” He gripped her hand. “I have no interest in limiting how far I go with you.”
He tugged her out of the truck, bringing her against his side as he closed the door. But then he made her laugh with a startlingly accurate imitation of Beulah’s voice, complete with a sassy head toss. “Let’s go dress shopping, girl.”
“What do you usually wear to these things?” she asked.
“The usual. Bare ass leather pants, no shirt, nipple rings.”
“I’d give good money to see that.”
“There’s not enough money in the world to make me pierce my nipples. My mother would find out and Western civilization would collapse.”
Her mother would be the same way. Les couldn’t imagine what her mother would think about her daughter considering anal sex. Nor would Les ever wish to know.
If it was anyone but Brick, she wouldn’t be considering it at all. He made her feel comfortable exploring things she hadn’t before. Maybe because he also made it clear if she wasn’t comfortable, he wasn’t going to let her go too far down that road just to please him.
Despite his insistence that he’d be picking the dress, once inside the store, he encouraged her to browse. She always went to clearance racks first, and found one dress she was okay with there. He looked at it, glanced at her, then put it back and steered her over to the regular section. When she turned over the price tag, he closed a hand over hers.
“No looking. My treat, remember? I want to see what you like.”
That presented her with a dilemma. What she considered a sexy dress were classic styles. A skirt a couple inches above the knee, with an attractive but not skin-tight fit. The neckline might show the upper swell of her breasts and create a little cleavage. Or have straps that stayed on her shoulders but revealed the lines of collar bone, neck and upper arms.
There were dresses here like that, but she also saw the kind where the skirt stopped barely south of the ass, with lower necklines and fabric that clung to every curve. Would he prefer those?
What pleased him mattered to her; that was the dilemma. It was kind of exciting, to think of wearing something for him that screamed pure sex, with teetering skinny heels that showed off her legs. Her fingers tightened on one of the tits-and-ass baring dresses. But the reality of wearing such a thing spiked her anxiety again. She’d be acting like something she maybe wasn’t.
Like a competent doctor.
Stop that shit.
Her other hand was up, toying with her necklace. She couldn’t wear a dress like that with her parents’ cross around her neck. Yet she had no problem with wearing it to a kinky party. Being something different for one night wasn’t wrong, not if it excited her. Or aroused him. Right? But what did he want her to look like?
Brick’s big body brushed against her side. Taking her hand from the dress, he kissed her palm. When he made a discreet, teasing flick on the lifeline with his tongue, a tingle went through her arm, her fingers curling against his jaw. He lowered her hand but kept it in his grasp as he used his other one to flip through several of the dresses. He pulled one free but also lifted the one she’d been holding. He carried them to the dressing room, drawing her with him.
“I want to see both on you.” He put the mega-sexy dress in the front. “This one first. Then the one I picked out. Step out here for each.” His eyes held heat. “If it wouldn’t give the salesclerk an aneurysm, I’d go in and watch you change. But I’ll be right out here.”
He threaded his hand through her hair, stroking her scalp with strong fingers. “You’re all right, doc. Have fun with it. Leave it alone for today,” he reminded her. “You’re working the problem by not working the problem.”
“And keeping me in ‘fun mode’ will make me a better date.” She didn’t know where the bitterness or the less than subtle accusation of his motives came from, but she despised herself as soon as she said it. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”
