Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 87629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
If he’s a Dominant, why is he letting me lead?
And then I know. I know as if I’ve always known. He’s letting me set the boundaries.
Is that what Dominants do?
Or is that just what best friends do?
We pass through the door from the open area of the club to the hallway that leads to the big rooms and the smaller rooms.
How many rooms has Jackson been in? How many—
“Where would you like to start?” He drops into my thoughts.
“Wherever you want.”
He shakes his head. “God, Mandy…”
“What? Did I say something wrong?”
He adjusts his crotch. “No, you said something right. Damn.”
“How? How is it right?”
“It’s what a submissive would say.”
I tingle all over. He just used the word “submissive” to describe me—not exactly, but sort of. And I…I feel like the word defines me. Or at least it defines me with regard to him.
For the life of me, I can’t understand why I feel so empowered by it.
He leads me to a room that’s unoccupied, pushes the door open after keying in a code, and then closes it behind him.
Then he pushes me against the wall, sears his gaze into mine.
“The submissive has a lot of power in the Dominant and submissive relationship,” he says in a raspy voice. “Something you’d do well to understand.”
“Why would that be so difficult for me to understand?”
“Most people assume submissives lack power, and—”
“I’m an introvert, Jack. I prefer doing my work in my pajamas while sitting at my small table. I have very few friends.” I look straight into his gorgeous eyes. “That doesn’t mean I’m not an empowered woman.”
He lifts his eyebrows. “I never said you weren’t.”
“You kind of did. Maybe I am submissive. What’s wrong with that? If it’s what I want, why shouldn’t it empower me?”
He doesn’t reply. Only a soft groan that I can feel more than hear coming from his chest.
He strokes my cheek with his fingers, traces my upper lip and then my lower. “How have I never noticed how beautiful you are?”
My legs turn to jelly. I’m actually quivering inside, and every quiver is surging straight to my throbbing pussy.
“Everything about you, Mandy. I’ve always loved you, but…”
I desperately want him to complete the sentence. I bite my lower lip, will him with my mind to keep talking. To tell me what I want to hear.
Instead, he says, “Are you sure about this?”
I nod.
“I need to hear you say the words. I need you to say, ‘Yes, Jackson, I’m sure.’”
“Yes, Jackson, I’m sure.” My voice doesn’t crack.
“All right. What would you like?”
I give him what I hope is a teasing smile. “Whatever you’d like.”
Then his lips are on mine, and he’s kissing me, shoving his tongue into my mouth and twirling it with mine.
He tastes a little like sake, a little like mint, and a lot like the most delicious thing in the world.
I return his kiss. I return it with all the desire and passion in my soul.
I could kiss Jack forever and never tire of it. He kisses like no one. Sure, I’ve only had sex with two other men besides him, but I’ve kissed a few others. No one has ever kissed me like this.
Does he kiss all his women like this? Or is this special? Just for me?
I don’t know. I will probably never know.
He deepens the kiss then, cupping both my cheeks. Holding my face, and it’s so sweet and gentle but at the same time heart-pounding and arousing.
He burrows into me, and his hard cock presses against my belly.
He’s turned on. As turned on as I am. Is this truly just physical for him? Or is there emotion?
I won’t know. Not tonight at least. But that’s not what tonight is for. Tonight is for me to learn. Tonight is for me to show him I belong here.
And then? Maybe he’ll return my feelings and maybe he won’t, but it’s time for me to stop hiding in my apartment. Stop hiding behind my laptop and pajamas.
It’s time for me to learn who I am. It’s time for me to embrace my sexual identity, learn how to please a partner, and then I’ll show Jack what he means to me.
If he doesn’t feel the same way?
I’ll be devastated, but I will go on.
Hell, I’ve been going on this long.
I let one of my arms drop, and I reach between us and cup his bulge.
Another groan from him. I swear to God, I feel it down to my belly.
He pulls away, breaks the kiss. My lips are stinging, and I absently bring my fingers to them.
“Mandy…” he growls.
“Jackson…”
“Are you sure? Are you really fucking sure?”
“Yes.”
“I need your consent. And you need a safe word.”
“What about the pager?”
“I may bind your wrists, but I won’t bind your mouth. So tonight you need a safe word.”
My tummy flutters. “Okay.”