Pink Buttercream Frosting (2 page)

“Oh wow. I’ve never given contracts much thought.”

“Couples use them to set out the rules of their relationship, how they are going to handle scenes, boundaries, limits. Some contracts are for training purposes and give a specific time frame for such, while other contracts are set down for the lifetime of the relationship. Quite honestly, that’s the only fascinating part of what I do.”

“I can see why. I guess BDSM is very serious for most people who participate in it.”

“Yes, it is. There are players, those that dip their toes in the water, and then there are others, those that live it day in and day out who jump in headfirst.”

She took a sip of her drink. “I like that. The jumping in headfirst, I mean.”

He did, too. “You don’t play at the club.”

Her eyes widened at the change of subject and her guard went back up. Immediate regret hit him, but he wouldn’t go back. He would rather not be the focus.

“Ummm…no, I don’t.”

“Why not?”

“I…” She swallowed and shifted in her seat, looking for an escape and he couldn’t blame her, but he wasn’t going to let her go or let her off the hook either. “I prefer to play in more private, personal settings. I’m not much of an exhibitionist.”

“Hmm. Pardon me for saying, but I don’t think exhibitionism has anything to do with it.”

“You’re welcome to think whatever you like.”

The tensing of her shoulders, the stiffening of her movements when she got up to throw her cup in the trash were all telltale signs. She was ready to be away from him and he couldn’t blame her. He was ready for their little disaster of a conversation to be over as well. Lifestyle discussion in a vanilla setting often made people uncomfortable. He should have known better.

“I should be going,” she said softly, hesitancy lacing her voice. She clearly didn’t want to leave, but she didn’t want to stay either. When he didn’t say anything else, she reached for her purse and the bag from the bath shop.

Aidn nodded, willed his tongue not to move and his lips to remain closed. “Wait. Let me walk you to your car.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Humor me. Again? I’ll try to be better behaved.”

A small smile quirked at her lips. “Okay.”

She skirted the table and walked away from the coffee shop, not waiting for him at all. He had never made such a big mess with a woman and he was completely floored by it. His usual finesse was gone, replaced by a bumbling idiot. Robert would be having a field day with this.

Aidn got up from his seat, tossed his cup in the same trashcan and caught up with her.

There was no time for any further conversation before they reached the parking lot, which was probably for the best. She stopped at the end of a row of cars and turned to look up at him. “I’m parked down here, so…”

“Okay.”

“It was nice to see you and…”

“Likewise.”

Neither seemed to know what else to say and as she started to walk away from him for the third time, he reached out and took hold of her fingers, tugging her to a stop, hoping to fix everything.

“Go to bed with me.”

Chapter Two

“I’m sorry. What did you say?”

The surprise and shock on her face mirrored what was in his head. Yeah, what had he just said? Surely, there was a better way he could have approached the subject. Dumbass. “I know. I’m an ass for asking.” He shrugged but made no apologies for it. He wanted it. He wanted her naked and writhing under him. He wanted her wet, spread and begging. He wanted to know why she visited a place like Abyss and how he could keep her from going back, how he could keep her all to himself. He wanted more than he could comprehend in that moment when all it had started out with was him recognizing her face and then a teasing notion of him needing to get laid.

She was studying him again, like she had done outside the bath store. He steeled himself for a well-deserved, flaming rejection and one-way directions to hell. Bailey was submissive, but she wouldn’t be afraid to tell him off.

“No, you’re not an ass. I’m flattered, I think. It’s just… Things haven’t really gone well between us for the last thirty minutes or so and…”

“I know.” He squeezed her fingers, trying to reassure one of them, which one, he wasn’t sure. “Do you have to get back to work?”

“No.”

“Do you have a boyfriend? A dominant? A husband?”

She shook her head. “No. Aidn, I don’t understand why you want to.”

“Neither do I, Bailey.” He gripped the back of her neck in his palm and lowered his head until his lips barely brushed hers. “Lots of reasons that I can’t explain.” And he kissed her. His lips took hers and she opened for him, giving his tongue access to the hot cavern of her mouth.

There was no hesitation in the way she returned his kiss or in the way her tongue tangled with his. Her fingers gripped his tightly, holding on, and he completely empathized with the feeling of needing to be held up, of needing something solid to grab on to.

He lifted his head and looked at her, watched as her eyes slowly opened to meet his. She licked her lips and he bit back a groan.

“Wow. So, when do you want to, you know?”

He couldn’t help but smile. “I was thinking right now,” he murmured, tasting the corner of her mouth.

“Oh.” She blew out a breath, then gulped another back in. “Do you want to get a hotel room or…go to my place?”

He focused his gaze on her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were bright with hunger, and her pulse was beating wildly in her neck. She wanted him nearly as much as he wanted her. “Either your place or mine. I don’t want the coldness, the sterile impersonal atmosphere of a hotel for this, for you.”

“Mine, then. It’s just a few miles away.”

Her answer was so quickly given, so matter of fact that it took a moment for it to register. “You’re sure?”

His fingers began to tingle at the images floating through his mind, at the realization that he was going to touch her, fuck her. Not just touch and fuck her, but do it in her bed. His cock hurt at the mere thought.

“Yes, Aidn, I’m sure.”

“Okay.”

“I don’t do this. I don’t take guys home for sex. I just…I think it would be better than me knowing where you live.”

What an odd comment. He started to ask what she meant, but thought better of it. There would be time for questions later. Right now, before the heat in her eyes started to fade too much, he needed to get her naked and squirming.

“No, I know you don’t.”

“Good. I mean, I didn’t want you to think I made a habit of it. It’s not one of th—”

“Shh. I know. It’s okay, Bailey. I expected you to say no.” He lifted his hand and rubbed his thumb across her lips. “This is new for me, too. Trust me.”

She nodded and tried to smile. He couldn’t explain his need for her and he was afraid it was more than just the fact that he hadn’t had sex in weeks.

“So, before you get too nervous, how about I go get my car from the other lot and meet you back over here in a few minutes? I’ll follow you to your house.”

“Okay. I drive a green VW bug.”

Aidn laughed. “All girl.” His hands gripped her hips and pulled her flush against him. “All woman,” he murmured before kissing her again, leaving a trail along her jaw and down her throat. He buried his face against her skin, where her neck met her shoulder, and inhaled her scent of flowers and lemon. “You smell so damn good, Bailey girl.”

He slid his hands up her arms and over her shoulders, into the strands of her short curls. He fisted his fingers and tugged, tilting her head up. “You’re going to be so delightful,” he whispered and stared down at her for a moment before letting go. “I’ll be right back.”

I’ll be right back.

Bailey repeated the words in her head as Aidn turned and went back the way they’d come. When he was out of sight, she stepped off the curb and walked down the long row to her car.

She couldn’t believe she’d agreed. Going to bed with the man? Had she finally lost her mind? After all the life-altering changes she’d made, now she was going to take a man home with her for the express purpose of sex?

Chastising herself did nothing to change her mind though. Thinking about the smiles, the kisses, the touch of his hands in her hair and the way he’d pressed their bodies together brought the butterflies in her belly to fluttering life.

She’d admired him, lusted after him for months at the club. He moved with such ease, commanding attention by nothing more than simply being there. He talked to few people, sometimes he even talked to her, but watched more often than not with an intensity that left her breathless. He missed nothing, taking in everything around him. He would look at a submissive the same way, never missing anything in her reactions. The look in his eyes showed how much he loved the play of dominance and submission and it made her heart flip because she, too, loved it. Feeling that way about him and not even really knowing him had been damned dangerous before, but now she wanted him even more, no matter how uncomfortable and awkward the last half hour had been.

Just the sight of him and her breath usually paused in her throat. Tall and broad, yet lean through the abs and hips, the man filled out a T-shirt and jeans like nobody’s business. Dark blue eyes framed by long black lashes, black hair that brushed against his collar with a slight wave, smooth hands and a to-die-for Southern accent all added up to disaster for her.

With a sigh, she unlocked the car door and got in behind the wheel, placing her purse and the shopping bag with the lotion in it on the passenger seat. Their lack of ease with one another wasn’t his fault. It was hers.

She hadn’t expected to see anyone from Abyss out in a public vanilla setting. Not that they didn’t shop too, it was just a surprise. Though she wasn’t ashamed of being a submissive in the BDSM lifestyle, she was still adjusting to being single and free to explore it openly whenever she wanted. She was still getting used to being friends and having friends in the lifestyle without fear of ridicule from her husband.
Ex-husband
.

It was these little hang-ups that made meeting Aidn at the mall so bizarre for her. Well, that and the fact that it was
him
, the man she had a lust crush on. It didn’t help that he kept turning the conversation around to her either, putting her on the spot.

Her nervousness wasn’t for lack of wanting to be with him, but rather that she had been afraid of making a fool of herself, because she couldn’t keep a straight thought in her head beyond wanting him, beyond wanting his hands on her, beyond wanting to be put on her knees at his feet. Could she orgasm just by looking at him? From the moment he’d spoken to her on the sidewalk outside the bath store, and as they’d talked, and walked, then kissed, the answer was an unequivocal yes.

Bailey found it hard to believe that he wanted her, but she’d seen it in his eyes. She wasn’t the kind of woman who could have a one-night stand and not feel the sting afterwards, but she wanted this. She had too few hot, steamy memories in her life and she deserved at least one. Didn’t she?

How long had she waited for a man to talk to her, talk about her like he couldn’t wait to have her? She hadn’t melted on the outside, but her insides had.

And then, there was his smile.

When he smiled at her, she felt it press right up against her clit. Aidn was pure sex all the way. Hard. Rough. Tie-me-up, tie-me-down, fucking-all-night kind of sex.

Though even with all that, which was a hell of a lot, she’d like to think that her reaction to him was just because she’d been without sex for…well, hell, for too damned long. But in all honesty, it wasn’t because she was horny or overworked and underpaid. Nope, it was all because of him.

She’d been going to Abyss for little more than a year and with all the dominants, both male and female who had crossed her path, none affected her in quite the same way as Aidn. She had always been partial to take-charge alpha men both in and out of the bedroom, but there was something special about this particular alpha man that tugged at a part of her deep down inside.

Thank goodness she’d gotten her birth control prescription refilled.

Aidn turned and walked away from her with his dick harder than it had been in months. Good heavens, what was it about her? She had a round pixie face, she had full hips…she was definitely heavier than the women he normally had sex with. And for some inexplicable reason, that made him want her more. He’d only planned to engage her in conversation, pass some time, never
seriously
thinking of taking her to bed, but there was nothing he wanted more than to do just that, to feel her soft curves wrapped around him.

Then there were her eyes. Damn her eyes. The look in them, the submission in them when he’d tugged her hair. She was primarily a sexual submissive. He’d bet on it. The hunger and need in the dark green depths blew him away and fueled the desire clawing at his insides. Sexual release and hard, constant use would fuel her submission and her submission would fuel her need for sexual release. He understood those needs well, for his dominance rode the same unending ride.

From the moment he’d heard her voice outside the store, looked into her eyes, saw her smile, her blush…he knew he’d fuck her. He’d fuck her long and slow and sweet. He’d give her, give them both, a few hours they’d never forget. Add in her submissiveness… God, it had been way too long since he’d had a girl like that in bed.

He crossed the side street to his Jeep and answered his ringing cell as he got in.

“I have a client for you. Do you have time to meet with her today?” Robert asked.

“Her?”

“Yes. Her.”

“Are you trying to set me up?”

“No, I’m serious. You need to talk to her.”

“I don’t have time today. I have…plans.”

Robert laughed. “The girl?”

“Yes, the girl.” Impatience laced his voice.

“I’ll get Misty to call your office tomorrow then.”

“Misty? Oh, come on. It’s a joke, right? A client? Shit, man.”

“Aidn, really, it’s a serious case. She needs a contract reviewed.”

“You do contract law. You review it.”

“I can’t. I kind of… Well, my opinion isn’t objective or professional.”

Aidn sighed. Robert had fucked her. Great. “Okay. Yes, tell her to call the office in the morning.”

“So…what exactly are your plans?”

“None of your fucking business.”

She waited. She checked her watch. She turned on the car and listened to the latest song on her mp3 player. She waited some more. Was she waiting in vain? Had he kissed her like that and then just drove away, not bothering to tell her he’d changed his mind?

No, surely he was more decent than that.

His reputation in the tri-state fetish community was legendary. He was honorable, trustworthy, and yet hadn’t had a submissive of his own in years. But, that wasn’t a part of this…this was just sex, so she had to put the idea of him being the perfect dominant out of her head.

She looked at her watch again. He would never tell a girl to wait and then just leave. Right?

Ten minutes had passed since he told her he’d be back with his car. Ten of the longest minutes of her life. What if he didn’t come back? What if she wasn’t his type? She had to laugh at that. She wasn’t really anyone’s type, being short and plump with non-descript features.

The dominants at Abyss never looked at her twice, even when she was right in front of their faces. She was only…herself. And she hated self-doubt, pushing it to the back of her mind.

Another five minutes passed and still no Aidn. It was time to go.

Aidn hung up the phone and pulled out of the parking space. He’d taken longer than he should have and he hoped Bailey hadn’t left. His cock was still hard, and growing harder by the second. He needed to be inside her body. He needed…and that need was fucking with his head.

He turned down the row she’d indicated before and slowed, looking for her little green car. A VW Bug. It fit her. It fit her cuteness and for the life of him, he couldn’t remember ever referring to a woman as cute before. But then, he’d never referred to a woman as “girl” before either, but that fit her as well. She was a girl, sweet and innocent, wrapped in a woman’s enticing and voluptuous body.

At the end of the line of cars, he spotted hers. He pulled up alongside and she looked over at him through the window. There were shadows in her eyes that kicked at him hard.

He motioned for her to roll down her window and he did the same. He grinned at her. “Smile, pretty girl, and take me home with you.”

Emotions shifted on her face and finally, she smiled. Oh yes, submissive to the very core.

She put her car in gear and pulled away. Aidn followed as she drove out of the parking lot. Her driving was conservative. She used turn signals, never followed anyone too close, didn’t speed. She followed all the rules of the road. Was she like that in other parts of her life? Was she locked away, blocked in by rules? Was her life more vanilla than kink?

Though he was well known and well respected in the BDSM lifestyle and despite the fact it was a big part of his life, he didn’t date submissives. He dated vanilla women, engaged in vanilla sex and kept the dominant side of himself just out of reach. It was simply something he did, something he’d done in the years since… He didn’t let anyone get inside his head and that wasn’t about to change with Bailey. It was just sex, a fun way to spend an afternoon. No more, no less.