Page 43 of Ask Me Something

He hesitated but then let me proceed, sucking in a breath when I took hold of him through his boxers. “God—” He increased the pressure on me, rubbing harder and faster.

I did the same, wishing I could feel his actual skin. As it was, he was scorching hot through the cotton material.

My body tensed with the detonation of my orgasm. His cock pulsed, wetness seeping through the fabric onto my hand.

His lips left mine and he kissed my forehead, tucking my hair behind my ear. “Do you feel like you’re back in high school?”

“Back then the boys would go all the way.”

He grinned. “Teenage boys wouldn’t have given you an orgasm.”

“Ah, high school, where the boys didn’t know what they were doing, and the girls didn’t know enough to know better.”

He chuckled.

We lay facing one another, and my heart beat faster at the intimacy of being eye to eye in the same bed together. “You have about ten minutes before I’m passing out. What else do we need to discuss?” I yawned.

“Are you willing to let me be in control in the bedroom?”

“Would it only be there? I’d resent you if it bled into any other aspect of our lives.”

“Yes. Being dominant during sex doesn’t mean I wouldn’t respect and value your time or forget my manners.”

“Would I have to call you sir?”

“Not my thing. I’d rather you say my name.”

“What types of things are we talking? You’re not into painful stuff, right?”

His slow smile made me shiver. “No, it’s also not my thing, but I do intend to tie you up, and we’d use toys. Pleasurable things, not painful.”

“But you won’t allow me ever to be dominant with you sexually?”

“No. We already went over that.”

“And what if that is a sticking point for me?” I had to ask.

“Then this isn’t going to fucking work.” He sat up suddenly, zipping up his shorts.

I propped myself up on my elbow, watching him. “Wow, bringing that up really pisses you off, doesn’t it?” I had never seen this side of him.

He cursed softly and then asked, “Why do you want that?”

“Maybe I want to be spontaneous and take you in my mouth without permission some morning.”

He muttered another curse, and his body tensed. “I can honestly say I have no problem with that. It isn’t all about ruining the spontaneity. But I need you to respect the fact that I’m in charge in the bedroom.”

“Okay.”

He searched my eyes, most likely not knowing what I meant by that and kissed me one last time before leaving.

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