Love and History (3 page)

“So he’s not at all interested in me. It’s you?”

“Is that okay?” he asked.

Warmth rushed over her. She didn’t need to reject a good guy like Nelson because she’d always want his friend more. Scott wanted her! He was a good guy. He’d walked Colleen to her car when she’d worked late. He never let the elderly admin in his department carry heavy things. For eight years, she’d seen him be a quietly helpful and strong nice man. He’d never made a move in her direction.

She wanted to say something special, but nothing clever came to mind so she nodded. “Very okay.”

* * * *

Scott hadn’t planned on inviting Bridget to dinner, but he’d never been the type to meander around a decision. They needed to be alone where they could speak frankly and sort it out. The limits, the potential and the desire to enter into a Dom/sub relationship.

The memory of her blushing and how her entire body had been at attention for him when they’d spoken in her office fed his need. She was submissive, and if she was ready to turn down Nelson, Scott had to believe she wasn’t desperate but knew what she wanted.

Apparently, she seriously wanted him. Good! He didn’t want a sub who’d settle for anyone so long as her limits were respected. That was a basic necessity, but not a good match. At lunch, they’d discussed where they came from and their interests outside of work. Small talk wasn’t his area, but she made it easy.

Nelson had quizzed Scott all afternoon, but Scott wasn’t planning on any actual play tonight. The woman knew her mind, and she might want to proceed slowly. Still, he’d pulled out his basic accessories in the bedroom and made sure things were neat. His phone buzzed, and he hoped it wasn’t her canceling.

There were two messages. One text was from Nelson informing Scott that if he hurt Bridget in a bad way that Scott would answer to his friend. Nelson even acted like her brother. Scott didn’t want to compete with Nelson anyway. The hacker was more personable. The other text was from Bridget saying she’d gotten stuck at work in a meeting about her paper. She’d have to come straight from campus.

He replied, telling it was fine and dinner would be ready. No doubt she’d planned to change for him. If he got beneath her clothes tonight, he wouldn’t judge her undergarments. He liked her, and the fact that she wanted to be on time pleased him.

Fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang. He checked her out through the peephole and caught her smoothing her hair nervously. The ice had to be broken soon, or they’d both crack. It felt so different to know someone then discover an entirely new layer of mutual desire. The idea of her on her knees and naked for him had plagued him all day.

He opened the door. “Come in. Was your meeting good?”

“Yes, I think so.” She shrugged off her wool coat, and he took it. “Thank you.”

“No problem. I made chili. I’m not the best cook, but usually, I don’t screw that up. Sit down.” He gestured to the small square table.

“It smells great. I spent summers with my grandmother so I got the cooking boot camp. All I wanted to do was read, but it’s a handy skill. Do you need help?” She paused before sitting.

“Nope. Anything special to drink?” he asked.

“Water is perfect.” She sipped from the glass he set out and sat down.

He filled two big bowls and joined her. “You’ll have to cook for me one night.”

“Absolutely. A little pasta, chicken and some sauce and I can do anything. I think my grandmother thought I’d be feeding an army.” She took a bit and savored it. “It’s very good.”

“I’m glad you approve.” He ate and watched her.

She added oyster crackers then finished the entire bowl. When she set her napkin on the table and sat back, sipping her water, the mood changed. Scott realized he’d been staring at her, but it didn’t seem to bother her at all.

“So you’re into dominating women? I never would’ve guessed.” She leaned down and grabbed a tin of mints from her purse.

After she popped one, he extended a hand. She gave him a mint and smiled.

“I never expected to hear what Nelson told me today either. It changes a lot of things, if we want it to.” He cleared the table and sat back down. “You’re sure you want to talk about it?”

“I blogged about it. We could talk about it even if you weren’t interested in me. You caught me off guard at work, but I’m not ashamed.” She smiled at him.

“So what are these limits?” he asked.

Her back straightened a bit. “No clubs or dungeons or house parties.”

“So nothing in public? Your office?” he asked.

“That’s not public. I’m not a prude, but we are there to work. My career means a lot to me. I won’t play sex bunny on campus and miss my meetings, deadlines or classes,” she said firmly.

“Good. If I wanted someone like that, I wouldn’t be talking to you.” He leaned on the counter, deliberately giving her breathing room. “In private, sexual limits?”

She licked her lips. “No sharing. I can’t please more than one. No needles, cutting, knives or anything with blood.”

He nodded. “Good, you wouldn’t get it here.”

“No real whips.” Her cheeks were bright red.

He moved closer to see if it’d calm her. “Meaning spanking with the hand, paddle and flogger are all okay?”

“Very okay. Belts are fine too, if you know how to handle them. No buckles.” She shook her head.

“No breaking the skin. Noted.” He sat down and watched her eyelids flutter as she thought. “Anything else? Likes? Dislikes?”

She sat back. “No choking. Nothing around my neck. I panic.”

“I never understood the thrill in choking someone.” He couldn’t believe how on the same page they were. He wasn’t leading her but he sure as hell agreed with her.

She held up a finger. “Anything going anal gets lubed first.”

“Deal. What do you like?” he asked.

From head to toe, she stiffened. “You want a list?”

“Maybe. Masters have hurt you, and I don’t want to do that. I won’t break the rules, but make no mistake, I’ll discipline you when you’re bad.”

Her smile returned. “I hope so. I love being spanked, tied up, blindfolded and sexually teased. Role-playing is fun too. I…”

“Say it,” he said.

“I need to be kissed. Maybe, I shouldn’t share this now, but one Dom, the one who was truly good, he loved to spank me but never kissed me. I don’t know why. He didn’t like to talk either.”

He walked around the table and held her as she shivered. She wanted affection, but who didn’t? “You had to leave him if he didn’t give you what you needed.”

“I enjoyed the sex and the teasing. For a while, it was enough. He’s the only one who ever slipped.”

“Slipped?” he asked.

“The rest of the Doms, I left. Some weren’t right and others tried to push me. Some tried very hard to corner me and show me why going beyond my limits was good. Some demanded it. I refused and got away unscathed. This one Dom, he never meant to break the rules. He slipped with a riding crop and went much harder than intended. He broke the skin. I didn’t need stitches or anything, but I didn’t like it. I couldn’t go back.”

Scott cupped her slender face in his hands and kissed her softly on the mouth. “I won’t slip. I’d drop the toy first. I swear nothing sharp ever.”

She nodded. “Thank you.
You
really haven’t found a willing submissive?”

Now wasn’t the time to tell her his gory details. She’d left out the details of what the sinister Doms had wanted from her. He’d rather be rejected as the Dom who didn’t fit her needs than because his personal crap getting in the way. “I think right now we should see if we’re sexually compatible. If that doesn’t work, the rest of this won’t matter.”

“You’re right.” She leaned in and kissed him hard. His chest tightened as blood rushed lower. The woman knew how to kiss, and her soft moans only fueled his desire. Letting her take her fill, he teased her with his tongue.

When she sat back, there was a sparkle in her blue eyes he’d never seen before.

“What would please you now, Sir?”

The fact that she wasn’t a newbie who needed hand holding or instructions turned him on even more. She’d slipped right into it.

“Sir? Not Master? Your blog said
Masters Wanted
.”

A cautious smile crossed her lips. “That title needs to be earned. I’ve never called anyone that. Only my forever Dom will get that title.”

Even in submission, she’d handed him a challenge, and this one, he wasn’t sure he could meet. Forever was a long time. “Let’s get started then. Stand up, and slowly, take off your clothes.”

Chapter Three

Standing slowly, she eased off her sweater and folded it neatly. The look in his eyes aroused her further. He’d listened, and he wasn’t just nodding like a bobble head. She believed he meant it.

She unbuttoned her skirt and slid it down to the floor. Stepping out of her pumps, she regretted wearing boring cotton cream and paisley panties. They did match her bra but were bikini cut, if it helped. “I have lace and satin at home.”

“I have nothing against cotton.” He slid his hand from the top of her thigh-high nylons up to her hip and momentarily slipped a finger under the material.

Carefully folding the skirt, she fought the seductive fog he was putting off. She worked free her tiny blouse buttons then slipped it off and set it atop the skirt.

“All of it, Sir?”

He stood and nodded.

Letting the panties fall, she sat on the edge of the chair to roll off the stockings.

“Not those. They can stay,” he said.

Smiling slightly, she kept her eyes down and put the stocking back in place before unhooking her bra. She stood up and waited for more instruction.

“Move over here away from the table.” He pointed to a spot on an area rug in front of his coffee table.

She admired his apartment from what her gaze allowed. It was very manly with dark leather couches and wooden tables. It felt very much like him. Standing on the indicated spot, she waited. Inside her a fire raged for relief, but he’d tease her first. Since he’d walked into her office that morning, she’d been wet and restless for play. Now, she was naked for him.

He was so calm and deliberate that she wanted to rip off his clothes and give in that instant. What a punishment she’d get! But it was their first time, and she wanted to be good. He had to come back for more. Of all the outcomes from that blog, she’d never imagined this!

“Why are you grinning?” He pinched her ass.

“I was thinking that this is the last thing I dreamed of when I wrote that blog last night.” Lying was pointless. He could have her if he wanted.

“I never expected this either.” He caressed her ass cheeks then slapped one of them.

The fire grew, and her skin tingled. “Thank you, Sir.”

“You like it?” he asked in her ear.

“I do. Please, tell me what to do. Let me service you.” She ran her hand along the front of his dress pants.

The view of him, sleeves rolled up as if ready for work, so intent on her made her feel the complete opposite from last night. He wanted her. His cock pulsed under her touch before he pushed her hand away. This was special. When he smacked her ass twice on each cheek, harder than before, she knew she was where she belonged. Moaning softly, she closed her eyes as the wetness in her pussy grew.

“Take that clip out of your hair,” he said.

She obeyed quickly. He took it from her then played with it along her sensitive breasts.

“Please,” she said.

“What?” he asked. “You don’t like it?”

“No, I love it. Nipple clamps, clothes pins, I love it.” She could nearly get off on rough breast play, but he’d learn that.

“Then please what?” he asked, standing dead in front of her and very close.

The scent of him was like books with a hint of musk. “Please, Sir, let me see you.”

“Ah. Fair is fair.” He stepped back. “But I don’t think this game is fair.”

“At least, your shirt, please. I promise I won’t touch unless you allow it.” She fought the urge to tear his shirt open and lick his chest.

“What do you want right now?” he asked.

“To rip your clothes and suck your cock, Sir.” The words flew without shame. There was a bit of relief behind them. The anticipation of what would come next charged her.

“You may unbutton my shirt,” he said.

Her hands flew to his chest and carefully worked the buttons loose. When she spread the fabric, she nearly fell to her knees. All the hard muscle and teasing layer of chest hair she’d imagined were true. His broad shoulders and strong arms were so sexy, and she couldn’t stop herself. She kissed the center of his chest and licked to taste his skin.

“You’re a bad girl,” he said.

“I’ve been deprived of the right way, the right release, for so long. I can take the punishment for my crimes, Sir.” She knelt, letting her tongue drag down his hard abs and over his belt. She kissed his erection through the dress pants and inhaled deeply.

His hand fisted in her hair and pulled her back. “No, you don’t get to taste first. Get in there, on the bed. Don’t touch anything!” He pointed to the hall.

“Yes, Sir.” She crawled and hoped he’d give her everything she deserved. Kneeling on the bed, she folded her hands in her lap. She’d seen handcuffs, toys and other fun things on his dresser. He’d planned for her like this. The thrill took her deeper into wanting to please him. As much as her cunt throbbed for attention, she needed his attention everywhere.

He walked in, and she looked. Then she stared. He was naked, and his thick cock made her body shiver at the thought of riding him.

“Hands behind your head. Lie back flat on the bed,” he said.

She obeyed and watched him grab something from the dresser. The weight of him on the bed shifted her slightly, but she held the easy position. He laid a blindfold over her eyes, but her moans of frustration turned to a gasp when his lips pressed to her calf. His tongue teased up her leg and settled above her slit.

Opening her legs more, she knew she couldn’t come without permission, but she’d show how ready she was.

“Nice and wet. Did I turn you on by coming to your office?” His lips slid over her stomach and pressed under both breasts.