A Little Harmless Submission(23)

“Which one?” he asked, hoping she knew what he meant.

“Last one on the left.”

He got her into the room without too many issues. He ignored the urge to take her there, strip her naked, plunge into her body. At least he tried to. Later, he knew he would marvel at the fact that he could walk standing up and not crawl on the floor begging her for sex. But right now, in this, he could at least attempt to be the Dom he was.

The room was nondescript, except for the bed. Damn, the thing was huge. It had to be a California king. There would be lots of room to move and play. He let go of her hand and sat on the bed. She stood in front of him. The dim light from the hallway was not enough.

“Turn on the light.”

She did as ordered.

“Come back over here, Maria.”

As she walked toward him, he was struck by her looks again. She’d been a somewhat attractive woman before, but that dress had shown what she had been hiding. Full, tight, and definitely womanly. But it went beyond that. He had noted the ivory skin, the way her blue eyes seemed to take up her whole face, and he definitely noted the bee-stung lips. But the hair, that had him itching to run his fingers through it.

“Still sure?”

She nodded.

“Do not speak unless spoken to. The only time you do is if you need to say your safe word. Nothing but answers to my questions. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

Another zing of anticipation swept through him. It was her first time, so he knew he couldn’t ask for a complete submission. He didn’t have any toys with him, and he didn’t have his preferred restraints. He settled back on the bed and tried to calm his racing heart. He had never been this excited by a sub’s agreement. She didn’t like it, not one bit, but she definitely was going to do it.

“Strip down to your panties and bra.”

She hesitated. He could understand. It was a big thing to ask of someone new to the game, but he felt the need to gain complete control over her. Something deep-seated in him told him he needed to be the one in charge from the beginning. She wouldn’t respect him otherwise.

Then she reached up and untied the top of her dress. He expected her to take her time, but she let it fall into a pool at her feet. For a second, he didn’t say anything. He was sure he didn’t show any kind of reaction to her, or he hoped. The wild beast inside him wanted to howl because, damn, the woman was beyond gorgeous.

She was wearing a push-up bra, red, along with a pair of panties, although they might not be called panties. He was sure there was some kind of requirement in amount of material. This was definitely lacking in that department. He could tell it was a thong, but he didn’t have her turn around. His palms were sweating, his body screaming. He did his best again not to show any reaction. He was in control...he hoped. She had not one mark on her skin, except for a tiny scar on her shoulder. He could tell from the way it looked it was a bullet wound, but he decided to wait until later to ask her about that.

“Turn around.”

She did so without hesitation, and his dominant side rejoiced. She was definitely an Alpha female every day of the week at work—she had displayed that when he first met her. But from the small amount he had seen of her in the bedroom, Rome knew she had the makings of an excellent sub.

“Stop,” he ordered when she had turned completely away from him.

She did as ordered, giving him a full view of her ass. His tongue stuck to the top of his mouth, and his mind went completely blank. He had always liked a full ass on a woman. Breasts, he liked them just a handful, but an ass, he liked that full and heart-shaped. And damned if Maria didn’t fit that requirement. The thong was perfect for viewing, of course. Dammit. He curled his fingers into the palms of his hands, trying to quell the urge to spank her red right now. He could just imagine how pink her flesh would get. Since she wasn’t looking, he licked his lips. All the woman was doing was standing there in her bra and panties, and she had him slavering like a beast.

He couldn’t completely resist touching her. From experience, he knew how soft her skin was, but he needed to touch, taste. It was too much to ask him to wait any longer. He walked up behind her and stood so close he knew she could feel his chest against her back. He slipped his hand down her spine, easily unhooking her bra, then continuing to her ass. Damn, it was like touching the softest silk.

She shivered in reaction, and he felt it to the core of his soul. It wasn’t anything that big, nothing that would mean much to other people. But the small response struck him hard and fast.

“You’ve been to clubs, yes?”

She nodded as he cupped one of her ass cheeks. God, he almost lost it then and there. He wanted so much from her, too much. He didn’t understand his response. The attraction, yes. That was easy to appreciate. It was the almost overwhelming need he felt churning in his gut that had him worried. This went beyond simple attraction. It had him itching from the inside out. There was a part of him that worried this was all an experiment with her. Many people went undercover and had to live the life. They couldn’t perform their job any other way. Another person in Maria’s position might go along with submission to get Rome to feel closer, to bond. But something told him that she was doing it for herself.