“Wrong, baby. You like it. You just said so. You only think you shouldn’t. I’m gonna promise you somethin’: you will not be doin’ this for anybody else. This is only for me. This is only between you and me. So you can lay down all your shit, and just let it be what it is. Let yourself like it. I fuckin’ love it. You are beautiful, and you are strong, and even when I’m the one in control, you have your own power, too. We need a safe word, so you can pull the action if you ever need to. But outside of that, I call the shots. Got it? Tell me your safe word, babe.”
She nearly pulled a double-take. “Safe word? Really, Dom? Are we talking that BDSM bullshit? ’Cause I don’t think so. No way. Uh-uh. Not for me.” Then she muttered a series of fuck, goddamn, fuck-shit-motherfucker-BDSM-bullshit-fucks.
I laughed. “Babe. Get it under control. That’s not what I’m talking about. Take it easy. Jesus.”
“Then what the fuck are you talking about, Mr. Safe Word?”
“I’m just talking about control, Sienna. As in, I am the one in. You give it to me. The safe word part is only for you; it’s your ultimate veto power. I want you to know you have it. And I hope you never feel the need to use it. You should feel safe with me, always. That’s the point. Because I will always take care of you. But I will be the one calling the shots. Not you. Got it?”
She took a moment, processing. “Um… okay. I guess I can see your point. Give me a minute. I have to think about this.”
I waited her out.
“Mayonnaise.”
I almost laughed, and I know I cracked a smile. “Why mayonnaise?”
“Does it matter?”
“Hell, no. I’m just curious. Why mayonnaise?”
“Because I fucking hate mayonnaise.”
And I did laugh. This woman killed me. “Mayonnaise. Okay. But, mouth, babe. Clean it up. You good?”
She looked me in the eyes, easily this time. “Yeah, I’m good.” She really did look good. Relieved, relaxed, fucking beautiful. And she smiled.
I crouched down in front of her and ran my hands from her soft, slender neck to her shoulders, down her chest, cupping her fabulous breasts, pinching the nipples hard and twisting. She gasped. I got more comfortable, settling down on my knees but not sitting back, and I drew her to mirror me by pulling hard on her darkened tit bits. She wasn’t expecting it, so she was a little off-balance as she rose up sharply. Her arms unlocked from behind, and she raised her hands to grab hold of me, wrapping around my back, aiming for solidity. Still, she didn’t make a peep, and her breathing had shallowed again. “Tell me what you want, Sienna.” I was still working her nipples, working her body up.
“I want you. I want your cock. I want it in me.” Her voice had lowered significantly, and she could barely keep upright on her knees.
“Are you ready for me?”
“Yes, Dom, I’m fucking ready. I’m fucking wet.”
“You and that fucking mouth.” I palmed her center, slipping three fingers into her lower lips to test her veracity, and they were immediately drenched. I pushed my middle finger up inside her slowly. “This what you want?”
“Yes. Yes, Dom. Oh God, yes. More.” She swiveled her hips to encourage me, trying to grind her clit on my palm.
“Uh-uh. Not yet, Sienna. First, you gotta give me something. Tell me what you were doin’ upstairs with Loco. I never seen you up there before, then suddenly tonight you’re all over the fuckin’ place. What the fuck is goin’ on?”
Her eyes widened, and her shoulders leaned back, clearly not expecting this line of questioning. “Nothing. Um, nothing is going on. I don’t know what you’re talking about. Nothing is going on.”
“You little liar. Something is most definitely goin’ on, and I don’t like not knowin’ what it is. So you’re gonna tell me. I’m taking on more than you know, the way we’re changin’ things up here, so I need you to be straight with me. You’ve already shown me you trust me, Sienna. Take it further. If I’m gonna be your protection, I gotta know what I’m protectin’. You owe me that much.” And I pressed my palm up into her clit, reminding her body that I was calling the shots and would not be denied.
She hung her head a minute, struggling to think when her body was screaming for sex. Hell, my finger was still inside her, doing lazy circles and curling forward to hit that special spot, back and forth, and my hand was drenched in her juices. As she struggled for breath, she slowly nodded and raised her head back up to look in my eyes. “I’ll tell you, but not tonight, and not here.”