Page 49 of Security and Submission
Okay, if he was subby in any way, it was very well hidden.
The look he gave her when the toilet was finally behind her had her bending her knees. The porcelain lid was warm, even through her sweats, from where he’d been sitting. Yasmine folded her hands primly on her lap as she lifted her chin to watch him get the other washcloth wet.
His hands were gentle but firm and thorough as he cleaned the mask off her face. With her eyes closed, she couldn’t see what was coming, but she could feel the swipes of the cloth over her skin, then his hand cupping the underside of her chin so he could move her head where he wanted to finish the job. Her skin tingled in response, and she pressed her thighs together as the needy ache between them intensified.
There was something sexy about having someone take care of washing off her face. It was intimate in a way that washing his off hadn’t been. Maybe because she’d never let anyone do this for her before, not even one of her girl friends. But Zeus had gotten bossy, and she’d folded like the good little subbie she was.
Which was a turn on.
She didn’t just automatically do that for everyone.
The cloth moved away, and Yasmine opened her eyes, looking directly up into his. Zeus was studying her intently, possibly looking for any last bits of the mask, but also as if he was memorizing her face. Her expression. Reading into it far more than felt comfortable.
But with the way he was cupping her chin, she couldn’t avert her gaze and try to hide, and it made her want to whimper as her pulse kicked up another notch. She didn’t want to squirm while sitting on a toilet seat—what if it creaked?!—but it was really difficult not to.
When he leaned forward, her eyes closed, and she felt her whole body pulse in response to his closeness.
The touch of his lips against hers was firm. Sure. His fingers didn’t dig into her chin, but he did hold her tightly in place as their lips parted and his tongue slid between them. Part of her brain wailed at the idea of their first kiss happening while she was sitting on a toilet, even if the lid was down, but another part of her knew it was for the best. There was no way to romanticize this.
She would never have accepted a first kiss in this situation with a guy she thought she could have a future with.
Which was what made it the perfect first kiss for her and Zeus.
When he lifted his head from hers, he pulled her with him to a standing position and quickly wrapped one arm around her to help her balance and keep her pressed against him. He was hard all over, and she felt heat flush through her cheeks, then right back down to her core.
“So dating is off the table. How do you feel about fucking?”
Need lanced through her body. But she hesitated.
“A little weird about doing it in Sarah’s house,” she admitted.
A slow smile spread over his lips.
“Good thing I live right next door.”
Zeus
They left Hope at Sarah’s, with Tiger for company. The two dogs had settled comfortably on the couch together, and although Tiger had lifted his head when Zeus and Yas had gone to the front door, he hadn’t jumped up to join them.
As soon as Zeus got Yas into his own home, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her the way he’d really wanted to in the bathroom.
Hard.
Hot.
Needy.
Up against the wall, so when he rocked his hips forward, she could feel the stiff length of his cock pressing into her softness.
Yas moaned against his mouth, hands lifting to wrap around his neck, her tongue dueling with his as the kiss deepened. Sliding his hands down her waist, feeling the wall against the back of his fingers, he moved down to cup her bottom and lifted. She hopped up and wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing him to effectively pin her in place while he ravaged her mouth.
Turning on his heel, he carried her through the front room and down the hall, kicking the door of his bedroom fully open as he went inside.
She lifted her head to look around, hands clasped on the back of his neck, lips swollen from his kiss, and curiosity in her gaze. Not that she got to see much before he tipped her back onto his bed. Yas fell with an adorable little squeak as gravity pulled her down, unlocking her legs from around his hips as she went.
When she hit the mattress, her breasts moved underneath the thin fabric of the t-shirt. Her nipples were hard and easily visible as the t-shirt draped across her chest, and the hem fell above the waistband of her pants, revealing a thin strip of skin between her top and bottom. Wide-eyed, she stared up at him with eager anticipation.
Her legs were still on either side of his body, though he stood between her calves now, her ankles resting on his hips.
