Corporate Cowboy (12 page)

“Yes. Three years.”

“And he is your only sexual experience after the prom night?”

I look at him and suddenly feel like such a schoolchild, but I own up to it. “Yes.”

“You’ve had sex with only two men?”

Panic begins to settle behind my breastbone. “Technically. That’s right.”
Shit.

I stand. My napkin falls to the floor. “Gage, I’ve suddenly realized I’ve made a terrible mistake here. I…I’m not what you are looking for. I’m…”

I don’t know what I am.

Gage’s gaze lifts to my face and then he stands, too. Reaching for my elbow, he steps a little closer. I worry others are watching, but he seems oblivious to anything going on other than what is happening between the two of us. “Emma, it’s okay. Sit down. Let’s talk.”

I dispel a long breath, which effectively settles my nerves. Somewhat.

I sit and he follows. “I am not very experienced.”

“That is why we are having this discussion.”

“Maybe I won’t know how to please you.”

A grin cracks his face. “That is not your worry. That is
my
worry.”

“I don’t understand.”

He leans in. “Emma, my pleasure is in my control. Your pleasure is in my control. You do not have to please me in any way other than doing as I say. You don’t make decisions. You don’t call the shots. I do. And if you do what I say, I will be extremely pleased and pleasured.”

It’s that simple? “But what if I can’t?”

“You will.”

“But I’ve been told…” No. Don’t go there.

His brows knit and he stares. Hard. “Emma, you’ve been told what?”

My mouth is suddenly dry.

“I need to know everything, Emma. I need for you to trust me.”

“I…I’ve been told that I am not sexually satisfying.”

He closes his eyes for a moment, then says, “And this from the college boyfriend?”

“Yes.”

“And you stayed with him how long?”

“Too long.”

He shakes his head and then looks intensely into my eyes. “My dear Emma. Then the problem was on his end, not yours. I see we have a lot of work to do.”

“Oh?” He still wants me?

“Yes.”

“I…I don’t know, Gage. I might not be worth the trouble. You might want to give up on me and say the hell with it.”

He clears his throat. “Emma, you said you wanted to submit to me. Is that still a true statement?”

“Yes.”

“Then my next question is this: Why?”

I stare at him. That is a good question, and it doesn’t take me long to realize the answer. “Because I want to see if I can please you.”

“Or any man?”

“You.”

“Why me?”

“Because I am attracted to you, and you are unlike any man I’ve ever known.”

A frown settles over his face.
Crickets, Emma, wrong answer.

But he keeps digging. “And why else?”

“Because you are incredibly sexy and strong and dangerous. And If I can please you then…”

“Then perhaps you can please others?”

I shrug. “Maybe. I don’t know. Right now I’m just thinking about what could happen in the next two weeks.”

Gage smiles, sits back and glances off. I notice the server is heading our way. His next words bring my attention back to him, though. “Emma, the only thing that exists in your life right now
is
the next two weeks.”

****

Dinner came and went. I ate the chicken and admitted to Gage that it was wonderful. Our conversation drifted to other subjects over our meal—my promotion, my interests in marketing, where I want to be professionally in the next five years.

None of our conversation centers on Gage, I realize, as the crème
brûlée
he’d ordered arrives.

“We haven’t talked about you,” I challenge.

He lifts a brow. “Because I would rather talk about you.”

I hesitate on what to say next. I do not want to argue. “May I ask a question?”

Gage picks up his spoon. “Of course.”

“Will we ever talk about you?”

“No.”

I press on. “Is that unfair?”

“That is two questions, Emma.” End of discussion.

I watch Gage savor two bites of his dessert and push it away. Then he adds, “We have one more topic of discussion.”

Okay.

“The terms under ‘item number two’ remember?”

“Oh yes. The things I will not do.”

“Yes. Your hard limits.”

“I’m not sure I understand.”

I push my dessert back as well. Suddenly, I don’t want it and worry it might curdle in my stomach knowing where this conversation is going.

“Let’s just make it simple,” he says. “I know you have not done your ‘homework’ yet and still need to make your lists, but why don’t I ask some simple questions now. Don’t overthink, just respond.”

I’m suddenly nervous again. “I think I can do that.”

“We’ll start off easy.”

I nod.

“I’m assuming you are okay with missionary, vanilla sex.”

“Y-yes. Are you?”

Gage knits his brow and laughs. “Emma…”

“Sorry.”

“May I take you from behind?”

I glance about. The dinner crowd is thinning. “Yes.”

“Look at me, Emma, when we are talking.”

I do. “Yes, Sir.”

“May I perform oral sex on you?”

Um, you already have. “Yes.”

He smiles. “Will you perform oral sex on me?”

I pause, thinking I have never seen that part of him. I wonder how big it is.

“Emma?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl. Will you swallow?”

“Ah, oh. I don’t know.”

“Have you ever?”

My brain flashes back to Randy and his
unsatisfied
statement. “Not really.”

“Okay. Then let me ask you this. Could we work on that?”

“What? Like, you will teach me?”

“In a way.”

“All right.”

“You’re turned on, aren’t you, Emma.”

Every nerve ending in my body is on high alert and my cheeks are hot. Of course I am. “Um, somewhat.”

Gage laughs again.

“Emma, may I use toys?”

“Yes.”

“May I bind your hands?”

I know I am blushing now. “Yes.”

“Ankles?”

“Yes.”

“Blindfold you?”

Done that, too. “Yes.”

“Spank you?”

“Whoa. Maybe. I don’t know.”

“Emma, spanking can be extremely pleasurable.”

“Will you stop when I say?”

“If you use your safe word.”

“Oh, right. There is that. What is my safe word?”

Gage stares. “You tell me. What is your safe word, Emma? Make it something you will easily be able to say and I will understand.”

“I don’t know. What should it be?”

“Something simple.”

“Stop?”

“No. Not that one. Think of another.”

“Chicken.”

Gage guffaws, and I look around to see if anyone else is looking at us. Surprisingly, they are all into their own dinners. “Seriously?”

“Yes. Chicken. It fits and is somewhat how I feel right now. Besides, I’ll associate it with this dinner and our discussion.”

“All right. Chicken it is. Let’s continue.”

I take a breath. “Okay.”

“So, may I spank you?”

“I, um, think so….”

“With my hand?”

“Okay.”

“With other objects?”

I know the look on my face must be one of horror. “Like?”

Gage sits back. “Never mind. Let’s keep it where it is for now, and if we want to dig further into that topic, we can do it at the ranch once you are more comfortable. Agreed?”

“I think so.”

“What about anal sex?”

I gasp. “Oh, I don’t know…”

“Have you ever?”

I shake my head.

“Would you be interested in trying?”

“Not sure. I… Not sure. Pass on that one until later?”

Gage smiles. “Of course.”

“Thank you.”

His gaze plays over my face for a moment. “How do you feel about pain, Emma?”

“I’m pretty much not a fan of pain, Gage.”

“So hot wax is out?”

“Yes. Out. Oh, we are definitely getting into areas that I need to read about on those website links…”

He smiles. “Nipple clamps?”

“That too.”

“Suspension?”

“Excuse me?”

“Forget that.”

“How do you feel about sex with another woman or another man?”

“A threesome?” My hand goes to my throat. “No!”

He chuckles again. “Good. Not a fan of that myself.”

“Awesome.” I relax.

“I think we’re almost finished here. Now, that gives you some things to think about when you are doing your research and making your lists.”

Sighing, I agree. “Shall we go?”

Gage signals the server for the check. “Just one more thing. Stand up, Emma.”

Puzzled, I do as he says. He gets up and moves around the table to my chair, moving it to the side of the table. “Sit here, Emma.”

I do. I am now sitting at a right angle to him.

“Spread your legs, Emma.”

I look into his eyes. They are deep and fathomless, and I fall right into them. “Spread them,” he mouths.

The server approaches. I scoot to the edge of my seat and slightly spread my legs, watching him. Gage’s reaches for the check folder with his left hand, and with his right, presses between my legs and cups my pussy. I jump a little.

“Wait right here,” Gage says to the server. “I have my card.”

One finger snakes its way into my folds and inside my vagina. My breathing deepens.

I watch the young man’s face as Gage slips his card into the folder and hands it back to him. “Take your time processing that, if you like. We’re not in a hurry.”

Shit.

I watch the server walk away. Gage increases the pressure of his fingers. Two now, inside of me.

“Look at me, Emma. Breathe evenly. No one is watching you. Yet.”

He pulls his fingers out and swirls the tip of one over the hard nub of my clit. He flicks and pinches, and my eyes close.

“Open your eyes, Emma. Keep looking at me.”

“I…I can’t.”

“You can.”

He flicks and rubs, and I want to rise off my seat. One finger slides into my vagina again and presses deep. It feels like his finger curls upward, stroking me on the inside.

“Oh God,” I whisper. “What are you doing?”

“I’m controlling you, Emma. How do you like it?”

I huff out a shaky breath. He curls and applies more pressure inside me.

“Do not come, my Emma. Do you understand?”

“I want to spread my legs more.”

“Then do it.”

I am sitting on the edge of the chair. I want to look around and see if others are noticing, but I can’t pull my gaze away from Gage’s.

“What if…”

“Spread them, Emma.”

I turn slightly toward him and spread my legs a bit more, my dress hiking up higher on my thighs.

“Don’t stop looking at me, Emma, no matter what.”

I’m trembling with need as he pushes the second finger back up inside me. My pussy is wet and his fingers glide. Stoking in and out, curling into me. I arch, helping him search for that spot he’d touched earlier.

He looks away, and I realize the server is here. “Just need your signature, Mr. Parker,” he says. I keep my eyes on Gage. He squeezes my pussy, and I want to explode. I can hear him talking with the young man as he signs the tab with his left hand, and hands the receipt back to him.

“It was a pleasure serving you, Mr. Parker,” he says. “Please come again.”

Gage turns to look at me, his fingers rapidly pushing in and out now. I know the look on my face must be one of desperation. “Emma, would you come?”

“What?”

“Here again, for dinner.” He flicks and pushes deeper.

“Y-yes.”

“You want to come, don’t you?”

I am shaking, I want to come so bad. “Y-yes.”

“Not yet.”

Gage leans closer and with his left hand pulls my head over to his shoulder. He speaks softly into my ear while he continues to finger me. “I want to control you, Emma Lavender. I want to control your daily activities at work, I want to control what you do at night, and I want to control your every orgasm. Do you agree?”