Loving Two Doms (Club El Diablo) (5 page)

He turned and walked toward her. When he was close enough that his earthy, masculine scent surrounded her, he spoke on a whispered breath, “I’m not eating before kissing you.” His palms went to her face and his thumb put light pressure just below the corner of her scar, causing her lips to separate.

That small touch was the sexiest thing any man had ever done, but she had little time to enjoy the tender sensation because his mouth came down hard on hers. His tongue danced in and out, up and around, applying gentle then stronger force. He backed her to the wall and captured her ass cheeks in his hands, pulling her against the bulge of his jeans. Her arms squirmed out of his hold and went to his shoulders, but he growled slightly, released her ass, and then took her hands in his, lifting them above her head. With only one of his larger hands, he held both of hers against the wall. Then his free hand was back on her ass, massaging and pulling her closer, using the age-old rhythm of sex to grind then loosen then press into her again. In sixty seconds she was closer to an orgasm than after half an hour of any oral sex she’d ever had.

One leg came up to wrap around his waist. He released her ass and settled his hand on her bare thigh, applying downward pressure, which caused her to grumble under her breath.

His hand traveled back up to her face, taking hold of her jaw, while releasing her lips. “Not yet. Dinner first then you and I will talk.”

“Talk?” She almost squeaked.

His smile was gentle, but the word firm, “Talk.”

“Okay.” She felt suddenly insecure, but then his lips took hers in another demanding kiss.

Finally, his mouth separated with a few last small nips and he backed away. He pushed the black bag on the floor out of his path and sat down at the table. She followed the movement of his foot with her eyes, but he didn’t explain. Removing the white containers from the plastic bags gave her something to do with her shaking hands. “This is enough food for an army.”

“I didn’t know what you liked, so I figured you could save the leftovers.”

“If it’s Chinese food, I love it all.”

“There are noodles too.” He sat down and propped his chin on his hand with a grin.

“These noodles I can live with. What would you like to drink? I have beer.”

“Just water.”

“Okay.” She walked into the small open kitchen area and felt his eyes on her backside. Looking over her shoulder, she saw his smile widen without shame.

He shrugged his shoulders. “I like your ass.”

Heat shot to her cheeks. She turned away flustered, grabbed two glasses of water, and brought them to the table. They began eating and he asked her more about George and Starla.

“They took me under their wings after Starla hired me to waitress. I don’t have any relatives here and it’s nice knowing George will fix a leaky faucet when my landlord doesn’t get to it.”

He looked around the small rundown but clean space she lived in. “Do I need to have a talk with your landlord?”

His protectiveness warmed her. “Gosh no. The rent is super cheap and he’s a very nice elderly man. He owns the printing business downstairs and eventually fixes what’s needed if I wait long enough. This arrangement is perfect for me.” She changed the subject. “I’ve never asked where you live.” His eyes went darker and she almost wanted to take the question back.

He stayed quiet for a moment and then said, “California.”

“Are you working a job here?”

“I’m kind of on a break, but I’ll be leaving town on Thursday and won’t be back for a few days.”

“There’s something you’re not telling me,” she said playfully, but added a firm look.

“Yes, but I’d rather talk about tonight.”

That snapped her from her curiosity over his living arrangements. “Tonight?”

“Sex.” The intensity of his gaze created a slow burn between her thighs.

“Okay.” She managed to keep the squeak out of her voice this time, but her heart rate picked up.

“I like control.”

It was the last thing she expected him to say and she could only stare.

He continued. “I put a lot of thought into our… date. At first, I planned to enjoy a vanilla evening, but I’ve decided that’s not what I want from you.”

She knew about sex practices outside of what he termed “vanilla,” but had never experienced anything other than the run-of-the-mill hot and heavy sex. Her eyes traveled to the wall where he had held her hands above her head. Her heart rate increased and her fingers quivered when she grabbed her glass of water to give herself a chance to think. She took her time, and then lowered the glass, looking into his deep, penetrating gaze. “What exactly do you want from me?”

His slight grin barely tipped the corners of his mouth. “I want a wild night of sex, but on my terms. I will only do what you allow, but I need you to understand my needs. If this is something you have no interest in, I’ll pick up my bag,” he nodded to the floor behind his chair, “and leave. I won’t force my kinks on you.”

Kink had so many forms and she’d read about sadism and masochism, but pain during sex flat out scared her. “Do you want to hurt me?”

His smile increased. “No, I have no intention of hurting you. I would like to play, and my kind of play becomes intense.”

She shook her head. “I can’t believe we’re talking about this.”

“Talk… communication is a must. If you say yes to trying things my way, I’ll stop anything you’re not okay with whenever you tell me.” He continued to focus on her. “How many times do you normally orgasm when you have sex?”

Oh, God, she couldn’t believe he asked, and her hands came up to cover her eyes. Warm fingers took ahold of hers and lifted them away. She had no choice but to look at him.

“How many?”

Her voice was barely above a whisper, “One… if I’m lucky.”

He laughed, the jerk. “I can promise several.”

A little of her mental backbone appeared. “You can, can you?”

“Yes, I can.”

She looked back at the wall and realized he was probably right, the smug ass. He waited patiently and allowed her mind to run through the good and bad possibilities. She took a deep breath, made her decision, and then turned to meet his gaze. “Yes.”

His smile disappeared and the all-consuming timbre of his voice caused her panties to flood. “I promise to make you come repeatedly tonight.”

She finally smiled and her courage returned. “Then stop talking about it.”

He stood suddenly and grabbed her hand, pulling her after him as he scooped up his bag and headed to the couch.

“The light?” she said in panic.

“No, I want to see you.”

“Oh, God.”

“If that’s what you want to call me.” He smiled, letting her know he was joking. Then he stopped and stared at her for a moment with a considering look. “Sit down here.”

“It’s a couch bed.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He pulled her down beside him and started to say something, but then kissed her cheeks with a soft butterfly touch of his lips before pulling away and unzipping his bag. She couldn’t see what was inside because he’d laid it to the side away from her. He withdrew a piece of long black material and smiled.

“You want to tie me up?” Panic instantly seized her.

His grin disappeared and his hand smoothed a piece of hair from her face, the rough texture of his fingers causing an electric thrill to pass along her nerve endings. His voice assured her, “No. We’re playing for the first time. You don’t know me well enough to let me tie you up, but with this,” he gave her the cloth, “I’d like to cover your eyes.”

She skimmed her fingers over the soft, silky material and then tried to glimpse around him to the bag. “What else is in there?” Her pulse slowed again.

His wicked smile returned. “Good question.” He placed the bag on his lap and withdrew several items, handing them to her one at a time. “They’re new. I purchased them today.”

“I think I know what they are, but I’m not real up to date on the latest sex gadgets.” The colors, contours, and controls amazed her.

His eyes sparkled. “I’ll explain.” He took the three-inch silver oval, which was attached to a controller, from her hand. “This is a bullet vibrator. I prefer it for clit play.”

She’d never dreamed of having this conversation with a man, but the words went straight to the part of her body he mentioned. He took the other vibrator from her hand. “This is a rabbit. It works both inside your pussy and on your clit.”

She squirmed and crossed her legs. “What else is in your bag?”

His grin widened knowingly at her discomfort and he pulled out a box of condoms and a bottle of lube, and then unzipped a small bag and handed over two long silver tweezers. She stared in question at the funny contraptions.

“Nipple clamps.”

Her breath caught. “You want to do all of this tonight?”

His eyes flashed with intensity. “Yes.”

If he didn’t stop using that sexy resonance with each word, she wouldn’t need him to touch her in order to have an orgasm. She was one-hundred percent certifiably crazy for considering this, but she asked, “What else is in there?”

“I think this is a good start.” Each word vibrated all the way to her toes.

“Do these hurt?” She jingled the two clips together.

“They can, but I’ll let you decide how tight you can handle them.”

She looked away. “I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this.”

His hand came out and one finger brought her chin around. “It all stops if you want it to. The word ‘red’ is most often used.”

“Red?”

“‘No,’ ‘no more,’ and ‘stop’ are often said when in the heat of the moment. You need a word that means stop immediately.”

“A safeword.”

“Yes.” His lip quirked at the corner. “Have you played before?”

Heat flooded her cheeks. “No, but I’ve read a few books.”

The sexy quirk of his lips deepened. “Fiction or non-fiction?”

“Fiction.”

“Hmm, that’s not always a good thing. Do you have any questions you want to ask first?”

She needed to know, “Do you ever have vanilla sex?”

“Not for many years.”

“You make kink sound simple.”

“It is to me. You asked what was in my bag before I could put the blindfold on.” His grin turned wicked. “There are many toys I’d love to introduce you to.”

There went her skyrocketing heartbeat again. “You promise not to tie me up?”

“Not tonight.”

Her jean shorts were the only thing keeping the couch dry… so far. He wasn’t forcing her, and for some unknown reason she trusted him. George and Starla knew about her date, and everything he said just made her crave the chance to please him. “Blindfold me.”

Chapter Six

Matt

He didn’t want her to know how much her reactions pleased him. Matt had dwelled on their “date” throughout the day. He could have sex with her once, walk away, and not look back, but he knew it would hurt her and somehow he knew she was destined to be in his and Stephon’s lives no matter how ridiculous it sounded. At this time, throwing ménage into the mix along with his other kinks would be completely over the top, so he could wait. This was a test and he needed to know she was open to trying new things. He enjoyed orgasm play more than giving pain, though Stephon needed to give and feel pain to satisfy his own kinks. Training the mind to accept pain as pleasure took a while when it was something you didn’t know you wanted. If tonight didn’t work out, he would know that the entire dynamic of his life wouldn’t appeal to her and the thought terrified him. After his all-day mental rollercoaster ride, he decided to try, and headed to the local sex shop and bought some light toys to see how she reacted. It was now or never. “Go grab two towels, I’ll fix the bed and put my bag by the door. Do not,” he directed, “turn off any lights.”