Page 58 of Renegade
“I need to use the restroom. I’ll be right back.” When I return, Declan is leaning against the bar, waiting for me. He hands me a glass and takes my hand again, kissing the back of it before he leads me over to the couch and pulls me down next to him.
“It’s generally the expectation that the submissive serves the dominant, but I thought I would make an exception since we’re still getting to know each other. And since you’re a little new to this.”
I stare at him. “Are you serious?” I think about how Walker would always insist on putting food on my plate, taking some sort of pleasure in carefully serving me first. Declan’s face is solemn. I take a big gulp of wine. “What other expectations are there?”
“Come closer.” It’s a soft command, and I try to feel some reaction to it, but I don’t. Still, I scoot closer to him. He pulls my leg over his firm thighs, running his hand up my calf. “We’ll go at your pace. I want you to be comfortable with everything that we do. Safe, sane, and consensual. You have all the power.” He strokes the inside of my forearm with his finger. “I have to tell you, I like what I’ve seen so far.”
“So how does this work?”
“We’ll have a period of consideration where we’ll get to know each other and both decide if we’re a good match. I don’t want to rush you. I’m a very patient man. Most of the time, anyway. During that period, I have a few rules that I will expect you to abide by.”
I arch one eyebrow at him. “Such as?”
He rubs his thumb against my palm. “I want you to want to please me as much as I want to please you. For starters, unless we’re in public, you call me ‘sir.’” I nod. Walker told me about that. “Are you comfortable with PDA?”
“I guess. Why?”
“I like affectionate attention from my girl. Touching me, holding hands, a neck massage, kissing. Anything that makes her feel like I belong to her as much as she will know she belongs to me.”
It’s the kind of answer that should make me weak-kneed, but my only thought is that the only man I want to belong to is Walker.
“The second rule I have for my girl is you can never come without my permission, even if you’re home alone.”
Unbidden images of Walker holding me open as he’d driven me so close to orgasm over and over, then denied me until I was begging for release, crowd my head. I squeeze my thighs together at the memory of the orgasm that decimated me when he finally let me come.
I realize Declan’s still talking. “Once we’re past the consideration period, I’ll expect you to spend the night at my place as much as you can, as I enjoy being woken up with a blow job.”
“What guy doesn’t?” I joke, rolling my eyes.
“And eye rolling will definitely get you in trouble.”
“What kind of trouble?” I goad him.
“The kind that lands you over my knees with your panties around your ankles.”
This is getting more interesting now. I loved it when Walker spanked me—alternating the sting of his hand with a sensuous touch, each sensation enhancing the other. “Maybe I like that kind of trouble,” I say boldly.
He fixes me with a hard stare. “You’ll no doubt feel differently once you have a taste of punishment. I don’t tolerate brats. The rules are put into place to be followed for your own peace and comfort.”
How the hell does waking him up with a blow job give me peace and comfort? “How many rules do you have?” I ask, trying to bite back a smile. This is becoming harder and harder to take seriously.
“It depends on the girl and what I think she needs. Your safe word will be ‘red.’”
“Why not ‘pineapple’?”
“Why ‘pineapple’?” He stares at me like I’m insane. “We should play a couple of times so you can see if you’re comfortable with my style and you can see what you like. After we play, we can talk more about other things, such as your training.”
“My what?”
“Your training. I use both punishments and praises when training a girl, and I like to teach her how I like things. I may not ever use them, but I like her to know them.”
“Like what?”
“How to sit properly. How to do a brandy service. How I like a blow job. I’ll usually just give you enough instruction so I can see how you put your own flair on the task and own it.”
He has instructions for how to give a blow job? “Are there extra points for creativity?” I tease.
“Sometimes. I’ll always be clear when you have artistic license.”
