“No. Not exactly.” I gave some thought as to how to word it. “My desires run both ways. Depending on the situation, I guess is one way to explain it.” I thrust my hands into my pockets, a little frustrated that I was having a hard time putting it into words.
“Okay.” She mirrored my stance. “So, right now. This very minute. What are you?”
I smirked. “Well, I can tell you with absolute certainty that I have no desire to have you dominate me.”
“So you’re in Dom mode?”
Yeah. She was making this harder than it should be. “I’m me, Addison. Regardless of what’s taking place around me, I’m me. I have a deep-seated need to submit to Mr. Parker, as any submissive would have for their own Dom.”
“Do you call him that all the time?”
“What?”
“Mr. Parker.”
“Yes.”
“Okay, sorry. Continue.”
“If Mr. Parker was out here and he commanded me to do something, I would do it. No questions asked. And at the same time, he could be out here and I would still want to be in control…where you’re concerned. But since he’s not here, my…urges…are not the same.”
Her voice was a mere whisper when she finally spoke. “So you do want to dominate me?”
I didn’t even hesitate. “I do.”
“Right now?”
“Yeah.”
Those pretty blue eyes inched lower until they locked on my lips. I could tell she was entertaining the notion of kissing me. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like the idea, but I got the feeling Addison didn’t truly expect me to be able to dominate her. It was completely understandable considering how dominating Mr. Parker was.
“What’s on your mind, precious?” I asked when her eyes lifted to mine.
She held my gaze. “Why don’t you live with Mr. Parker?”
That was not what I’d expected her to ask.
I considered it for a moment. “We haven’t gotten to that point in our relationship yet.” I didn’t bother to tell her that we spent damn near every night together, whether it was at his apartment or mine. For whatever reason, my Dom wasn’t ready to take that step yet, and I’d long ago learned to be patient with him.
“How long have the two of you been together?”
“A long time.” I smiled.
“How long’s a long time?”
“He has been my Dom for nine years.”
“Oh. Wow.” She looked intimidated by that news.
“What else is on your mind?”
Her eyes dropped to my mouth momentarily, then lifted again. “I was thinking about what Mr. Parker said.”
“About?”
“All of it. The whole shebang. Him dominating you. You dominating me. Him dominating me.” She giggled. “There’s a lot of dominating going on.”
“And why’re you thinking about it?” That was the real question here.
She offered a half shrug. “This is new to me. The whole open, honest stuff. I’m not used to being able to ask questions and get real answers.”
Because we were the real deal, not those jackasses she’d been with who thought domination meant ordering a woman to her knees and telling her to suck his dick.
“And I like you,” she said, her voice still soft. “And Mr. Parker. I’m…curious. And yeah, I want to experience it for myself.”
“All in due time, precious.”
“You mean that?”
“What?” I pushed off the wall and slowly stalked toward her. “That I have every intention of dominating you in every possible way?” I knew there was no way to disguise the heat that consumed me by her question. Not that I wanted to hide it. I was more than willing to tell this girl exactly what I wanted.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Crowding her against the wall, I dropped the contract and the limits list to the floor, then planted one hand above her head and stared down at her. “It’s true.” I curled my fingers behind her neck, my thumb on her pulse point. I gently tilted her head back, forcing her to look into my eyes. “From the second I saw you, I wanted you, Addison. Trust me when I tell you that.”
“But you don’t know me,” she said softly.
“I know enough. Enough that I’m…curious.” I smiled. “To use your word.”
“About?”
“About you.”
She merely stared back at me.
Sliding my thumb along her jaw, I leaned in closer. “I’m curious about what it’ll be like when I have you tied up and completely at my mercy. Or when I instruct you to strip and kneel, awaiting my next instruction.”
“What else?” she urged, her eyes glassy.
“I’m curious about what it’ll feel like when my body’s covering yours, my cock lodged so deep inside you we’re no longer two separate beings.” My voice dropped an octave as my thumb slid over her bottom lip. “How fucking good it’ll feel when my tongue’s buried in your pussy while you ride my face.”
Yeah. Now we were both panting.
She shivered, but there wasn’t an ounce of fear in her eyes.
Curling my hand along her jaw, I held her head still as I leaned in until my mouth was hovering just above hers. I could feel the pulse in her neck pounding against my thumb. She was turned on by this.
