“I’m pleased to hear that.” His fingers inched higher and squeezed. Maggie held her breath and prayed he couldn’t hear the mad thrumming of her pulse. To her it sounded like an ocean through a megaphone. Loud and wild. “What else?” He feathered his fingers across the lips of her pussy. The barely there touch ignited a firestorm inside her, causing her to clench her teeth and breathe deep.
“Not—not sure.” Forget talking, she needed him to touch her before she started to cry—or worse—beg. The pulse of her clit bordered on painful, her nipples tightened beyond expectation and moisture coated the edges of her sex. One touch. Yes, please. One touch.
“You can do this.” He slid a finger between her folds and teased her opening. “Did I mention how much I love that you didn’t wear underwear today?” A little more teasing and his finger dipped inside. “In fact, as sexy as some panties are, I’d prefer if you never wore them.”
Maggie’s heart skipped a beat. Her muscles tensed. This was Tucker who held her in his lap, sliding his finger in and out of her pussy. How the hell was she supposed to stay detached in this? How could she not? A bitter divorce still hung heavy on her mind, not to mention the current shambles of her career.
“Stop it!” His voice boomed through the room. “Whatever you’re thinking about that made you tense up has got to go.”
“But I—”
Tucker slipped his free hand across her mouth and stopped her protest cold. “Don’t bother. I think we’ve had enough talking for now. Here are the rules. First, no talking is permitted unless I ask you a direct question. Understood?”
“Yes,” she answered.
“Actually Yes, Sir would be the appropriate response. But you already knew that didn’t you?” He uncovered her mouth and waited.
She hesitated for half a second before she amended her response. “Yes, Sir.” It surprised her how easy the word Sir rolled from her tongue. She’d waited what felt like half her life for someone who wanted to hear it, and kind of expecting she’d hate saying it.
“That’s better.” He trailed his fingers along her cheek, across her jaw line and slowly wrapped his hand around her neck. He did not squeeze or tighten, yet the power in his grip was unmistakable.
“Second, you’ll pick a safe word that you won’t hesitate to use if you can’t take anymore. I don’t know what you’ve seen before, but using a safe word is not a sign of weakness or a signal that we can no longer continue at a later time. It’s a safety tool, plain and simple. So don’t assume anything more or less if you need to use it.”
He hadn’t stopped moving his finger inside her and it took every ounce of willpower to focus on his words more than the sensations he created.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Maggie. Except in ways that will lead to pleasure for us both. Do you want me to continue?”
His finger brushed a particular responsive spot and she gasped. Continue? Was he kidding? She felt pinned in place, desperate for more and it was far more pleasant than she expected. If he stopped now she might kill him.
“Yes.” A breath after she spoke the word she remembered. “Sir.”
“Very nice. Your honest and easy response tells me a lot.”
Maggie closed her eyes and tried not to think about how natural this became by the minute. She was so damned horny now. Anything he wanted she was prepared to give so long as he kept going. A breath later, his hand stilled between her legs.
“Oh no. Please don’t stop.”
A low chuckle rumbled against her back. “I think that’s exactly what I need to do.” He removed his hand and lifted her to a standing position in front of him.
Maggie frowned. “That’s not very nice,” she complained.
“Nice isn’t the goal now is it? Don’t answer that. All I require right now is your nudity. Take off your clothes, Maggie and then lower your body to your knees. I wish to see every inch of you.”
Maggie’s stomach quivered at the tone of his request. Standing with her back to Tucker left her unsure what to do next. Part of her wanted to bolt before she lost complete control and the other part stood rooted to the floor unable to move. He’d made her an offer and she’d accepted, so why did the sudden image of being way in over her head keep popping up?
“I’m waiting, sub.” The gruff sound of his voice might have put her off and ended their scene before it started if she hadn’t heard the slight hitch in his breath. The sudden knowledge that Tucker Lewis sat staring at her back just as affected as she, filled her with enough confidence to keep going.