He’d tried with Starr but even when she curled into his arms, he’d felt the distance between them. He’d thought he could break down her barriers, not understanding the real problems.
Bridget thought she had walls, but the minute she was in his arms, she flowered open for him like a plant in need of sunshine.
He sat back, readjusting his cock as he waited for her.
“I know you don’t want to hear about…” she began.
On this he wouldn’t move. “You say one thing about your body other than here it is for you, Sir, and I’ll show you what my discipline feels like.”
She frowned, but even that was cute on her. “Fine, but I would have warned you.”
Almost defiantly, she pulled her shirt over her head and quickly had her bra undone. Her breasts bounced free and she went to work on her jeans. She shoved those off and got rid of her panties, too. She put her arms out to her sides. “Here it is for you, Sir.”
Such a bitch. He was surprised to find he didn’t mind it.
He stared at her for a moment, taking her in. There was no way to miss the surgical scar on her abdomen and he wondered if that was one of the things she’d been planning on warning him about. His first instinct was to study it because it told a tale. She’d either been in an accident of some kind or someone had tried to hurt her. She’d likely lost her spleen. Not serious? That was pretty damn serious. But he was going to let it go for now. He was going to focus on all the beauty in front of him and not something that would likely remind her of a bad time.
She was scared he would reject her and so she put up a front. Some Doms would spank her, but he had other plans. A spanking would just get her hot, and he actually wanted to teach her something.
“Touch your breasts. Hold them up for me.”
She frowned as though that was the last thing she’d expected to hear from him. “Because they practically hit the floor?”
Or he could throw a spanking in, too. “I’m giving you one last warning and then it’s ten for every nasty word that comes out of your mouth about yourself. Hold them up for me because they’re like ripe fruit and I want you to offer them to me. Did my erection wilt at the sight of your body? Did I faint dead away and beg out of the contract? Or did my mouth water the minute I laid eyes on those tits?”
“I’m guessing it was the mouth watering thingee.”
“See, I knew you were smart, sweetheart.”
Slowly her hands came up and all the defiance seemed to have fled. She turned the loveliest shade of pink, as though she’d finally realized she was naked in front of him and he was enjoying the view.
“You have the prettiest nipples,” he said, watching her. “I’m going to suck on them soon.” There was no way he could miss the flush that covered her skin. She liked the idea. “Is that what you want? Do you want me to suck on your nipples? I’ll lick them and nibble on them and make sure they’re round and hard by the time I’m done.”
“Can I quote you on that?”
The last thing he wanted was to get turned into a hero for one of her books, but as long as she kept it to sex, he didn’t see a problem with it. “Sure. Do you often quote your lovers in your books?”
The thought made him uneasy, but he tried to let it go. The idea of Bridget fucking to get material kind of made him want to lose his damn mind, but he didn’t have a right to judge.
The brat was back. Her chocolate eyes rolled. “Uhm, I think Benjy’s version of dirty talk was ‘do you wanna fuck, babe?’ That was about it. Not a lot of conversation there.”
And yet she’d stayed with him for years. “Come back to my lap now.”
She nearly stumbled in her haste to move. Yeah, that did something for him, too. He was self-aware enough to know that Bridget’s desire for him soothed his aching ego.
She stopped before him and a grimace swept across her face. “I’m a little messy.”
That got him to sit up. He’d been joking about her pussy being wet. He’d barely touched her. He’d expected to do much more before he got her all ripe and ready to fuck. She started to take a step back. He reached out and caught her waist, stopping her. “Don’t move.”
He leaned over and took a deep breath. Fuck. She wasn’t kidding. He could smell her arousal, and it did all sorts of things to his cock. The bastard was practically thumping against his jeans, trying to get out. He’d let his dick make the decision to sign the contract with Bridget, but it was going to have to be patient because he intended to seal this particular deal in his own way. He was going to bring her as much pleasure as he could, to show her what it would mean to be his sub.
“You smell good. Perfect.” He put his nose right in the middle of her labia, rubbing it in so he wouldn’t lose her scent. She responded so fucking fast. He’d never had a woman get so damn wet from as little as a kiss and some dirty talk.
“You’re a doctor. Isn’t that a bit unhygienic. I mean, I write about it and stuff because…oh, god, that feels good…but isn’t it…doesn’t it bother you?”
It didn’t bother him at all. It fucking turned him on. Insanely. He suddenly couldn’t wait to taste her. “This is a perfectly beautiful and normal pussy. You have my word on it. In my expert opinion, this is the most perfect pussy I’ve ever seen.”
He licked her, reveling in the taste of her arousal. He sucked on one side of her labia and then the other. Licking and sucking her like she was the ripest piece of fruit he’d ever tasted.
“Oh, my god.” Bridget’s hands came down on his shoulders as though she needed some balance to stay upright. Her breath came out in little pants. “I’m taking that with a grain of salt, Doc. You’re a brain guy not an obstetrician.”
But suddenly brains had nothing on the piece of anatomy in front of him. He gave her a long lick, parting her and finding the pearly nub of her clitoris. Her brain would process the pleasure, nerve endings sending messages along her spine, but it would all start with that button. “Spread your legs, Bridget.”
For once she didn’t argue with him. She moved, spreading her legs and finding a wider stance. He pulled back the hood and completely exposed her clit.
His cock wasn’t going to wait much longer. If he played with her for too long, he would likely come in his jeans and he didn’t want that. He wanted to be buried deep inside her. He had to give her what she needed so he could find his own satisfaction.