“It’s got another thirty minutes. It might be really bad. I usually order takeout or nuke a dinner or something. This feels weird. The naked thing feels weird. Maybe it’s because you’re all dressed and my boobs are hanging out.”
“Well, maybe you would feel better if you were actually naked. Take off the pants. You don’t need clothes when we’re alone. Do your characters wear clothes around their Doms?”
“No, but I have to admit that apparently my characters are more carefree than I am.”
“You wanted some experience.” An idea was brewing in his head. “Let’s try living as a D/s couple until after your sister’s wedding. You’ll get real world experience out of it.”
“What do you get out of it?”
“I get to fuck the hell out of you for a couple of weeks. I get to spank you and discipline you. Don’t think this is charity here. I want you, Bridget.” Maybe after a couple of weeks, he could think straight again. Maybe if he fucked her out of his system, he would be able to concentrate on something other than her.
Her hands went to the waistband of her sweat pants and she slowly pushed them over and off her hips. “Look at me. No undies. See, I can obey. Also, I haven’t done laundry lately. I’m not the world’s greatest housekeeper.”
“Give it to me and I’ll throw yours in with mine. Now come here and let me look at you. God, you’re the fucking best thing I’ve seen since the last time I saw you.” She made his mouth water. He sank down on her couch. It was a good height for what he intended to do. He’d kept it vanilla up to this point, but it was time to put them on a proper footing.
She walked across the space, the tiniest awkwardness showing through, but he knew she would get accustomed to being naked. After a few days, he hoped she would come to enjoy it. “You want to do my laundry? I kind of thought you would order me to do yours.”
“If I want a maid, I’ll hire one. I’ve seen your bathroom. I would not hire you.” She was a little messy. He could live with it, though he intended to introduce her to his maid. She came twice a week and was worth every penny. Bridget stopped in front of him and he took in her form, allowing his eyes to enjoy for a moment. “No, beautiful, I don’t mind doing your laundry with mine. Every D/s couple is different. We need to find our strengths and play to them and find our weaknesses and figure out how to balance. Poor baby. It looks like some man left his mark.”
He reached up and touched her left breast. There was a small hematoma from where he’d sucked on her skin too hard. He needed to remember that she was very fair and would bruise easily.
She looked down. “Oh, I didn’t even notice that. It’s okay. I think I probably did a number on your back.”
He leaned over and kissed the spot. “I didn’t notice that either until I got to work and changed into scrubs and Jameson from Peds asked if I’d tangled with a wildcat. Don’t move.”
She was short, petite he should say. Standing in front of him, he could easily lean over and suck a pretty pink nipple into his mouth. He let his lips touch that velvety skin before very gently suckling on the bud. He could take his time. He wasn’t on call. He had all night and he intended to revel in her.
It had been a brilliant plan. Moving past the academic and into the real Dom sub relationship. It was only for a little while, but he could blow past all the bullshit and get to where he wanted to go which was straight to bed, though he intended to prove he was far more creative than a man who needed a bed to get it on.
She was his for the next few weeks. He was a man who didn’t like to dwell on the past, and the future was pretty much set. He worked. He studied so he could work more. But the now, oh, the now, included the complex and gorgeous woman who had just handed herself over to him.
She was his to fuck and spank and please and yes, he even liked the idea of doing her laundry with his. He liked the idea that he would have someone to watch over and take care of for a while. Not someone. Her.
“All right. Let’s get the hard part over with. Over my lap.” He sat back, enjoying how flushed she’d gotten from him playing with her nipples. No woman had ever responded to him quite as fast or perfectly as Bridget did.
Maybe the hard part could be the fun part, too. He really didn’t want to wait and there was no reason to. He could smell her from where he was sitting. He could see her pussy. She was already ripe.
He stood up. Hell, he didn’t need clothes when they were alone either.
“I can’t get over your lap if you’re standing up. Your lap disappears.” Her logic was impeccable.
“Brat. You’ll get your spanking, but you’re going to ride my cock while you do it. It’s a game. We’ll see if I can get all thirty licks in before I explode.” There was another thing he wanted to talk to her about. He kicked his jeans off and pulled his shirt over his head. “Bridget, I’m clean. You know Sanctum requires medical tests and I use condoms for casual affairs.”
“I thought this was casual.”
How did he get her to understand? She seemed to want something from him and he wasn’t sure what that thing was. “I told you it’s not. I’m going to be monogamous during our contract. I can go across the hall and grab some condoms. Unless you have some here.”
She shook her head. “No. I don’t have any and it’s fine. I took all my tests and I’m on the pill. I know Big Tag is hard on the single guys.”
He made them test once a month during their probationary period. Will didn’t mind. Tag took his club seriously and Will admired that. He’d been to too many places where no one gave a shit. “He wants to make sure everyone’s safe.”
“So it’s okay. I’m protected. You’re clean. We’re both going to be faithful during our fling. Let’s play, Sir.” She was staring at his cock, looking like she could eat him up.
He kissed her. He hadn’t meant to. He meant for this to be hard and fast and satisfying. This encounter was supposed to prove to her that he was the Master and she was the sub. But he couldn’t resist worshipping that mouth of hers. He dove in, letting his tongue slide against hers because she immediately flowered open for him. His hands delved into the silk of her hair and he brought their bodies together. Yeah, he liked being naked with her. He liked how soft she was against him and he couldn’t feel her properly with a layer of clothing between them. He couldn’t feel the hard nubs of her nipples against his chest, couldn’t rub his cock against the soft curve of her belly.