Cowboy Casanova(18)
Not that she’d ever experienced oral sex like this.
The man teased and tormented. He built her to the detonation point, and backed down, just because he could.
And then he sent her soaring.
Her clit pulsed against his sucking mouth. She let her head fall back and shamelessly reveled in every glorious throb. Once the storm inside her calmed, she tried to scoot back up to conceal her lower half, but Bennett wouldn’t allow it.
“Don’t close yourself off from me. Every part of you deserves to be worshipped.” He kissed her knees. “I want to worship your body with mine tonight. All night.”
That comment sounded far too practiced. She placed her hands on his face to stop his marauding mouth. “Hold on there, slick. I don’t know if that’s in the cards.”
Bennett truly appeared confused. “Why not?”
“Because I’m in charge, remember?”
“Right. Sorry, Ma’am.”
The man didn’t look the teeniest bit repentant.
Ainsley stood and discreetly put on her g-string. “While I’m considering our options, I could use a stiff drink.”
“Let’s head back to the main room so we can talk.”
She trembled when his warm, insistent lips followed the slope of her shoulder as he helped her put on her robe.
His huskily whispered, “I like the way you tremble in my arms,” only caused her to tremble harder.
They’d exited the room and reached the end of the hallway, when the owner shouted, “Bennett! There’s a malfunction with the pulley system in room nine. I need your help.”
Bennett sighed. “I’ll meet you as soon as I’m done, okay?”
Ainsley strolled into the crowded main room, feeling out of place. Her little bit of confidence evaporated. Too many people surrounded her. Too much had happened in such a short amount of time. She needed to clear her head and she couldn’t do it here.
Without saying goodbye to anyone, she slipped into the night.
Chapter Five
Ben couldn’t believe Angel had snuck out of the club last night.
Yes, you can. And you don’t expect to see her tonight either.
That would suck.
After he didn’t find her cooling her heels in the bar area, he scoured the entire club for her. Layla had sworn she hadn’t seen Angel leave. When he pressed for more information, Murphy stepped in, reminding him of the club rules. He’d managed not to snap, fuck the club rules, which would’ve gotten him thrown out on his ass and banned for the weekend.
He’d nursed a beer, watching dispassionately as two of his sometime playmates ended up with Trace and Riley. Then he’d headed to Cody’s place and crashed.
Ben figured it made him a fool, waving off a constant stream of subs tonight, as he waited for Angel to show up. The woman flat out fascinated him. Her boldness in lying about her Domme designation. Her wide-eyed reaction to the scenes she’d witnessed. Followed by her moments of true Domme-like behavior. The way she jacked him off and made him clean himself up. Her insistence he put his clothes back on when he so obviously wanted to fuck her.
But what really tripped him over the edge for her? Her genuine surprise at her body’s response to him. Allowing her to believe she’d been in control last night told him exactly what he’d suspected: she was submissive to the core.
She’d be a challenge. Ben couldn’t remember the last time he’d been challenged by a woman, inside or outside the club. His last three regular playmates hadn’t posed any challenge.
Zoe had been a trial.
Ali had been too eager to please, a lifestyle sub in training.
Lorena had needed submission as therapy; they’d mostly talked.
He considered his one-nighters a fun way to pass the evening. A little bondage, a little practice with his toys, a chance to hone his skills with a whip, flogger, cane and crop.
Talk about clinical. And cynical. Now he remembered why he’d stayed away from the Rawhide in the last month. He needed to shake off his attitude. But if Angel didn’t show up tonight, he wouldn’t stick around.
Ben looked around the room at the tables of couples, some already in play roles, some still negotiating. Sully, sans his usual lawyerly suit, was propped against the wall in overseer mode. Neither Cody nor Trace was around. Gil was behind the bar.
His gaze scanned the crowd. He froze when he spotted Angel, watching him from a corner table. How long had she been there?
She studied him for several long minutes. Then she stood, gracefully slipping from her chair. She started across the room. Stopped halfway. The distance between them seemed to increase with his every heartbeat.