Page 40 of Double Booked

“Dance with me?”

The furrow in his brow stayed there but he accepted my hand and pulled me close, placing his hands on my hips as I wove clasped mine behind his neck.

“What is this?” He asked.

“When I was… struggling with my family, this song really helped me,” I said softly as the singer started singing about some habits and behaviors that ran in the family. Justin stiffened as some of the things the singer listed seemed to hit a little close to home, but I ran my fingers through his hair soothingly. We slow-danced in the kitchen, twirling gently as the singer sang about how family trauma ran through the family till it ran into him.

Even though the mood was solemn, I couldn’t deny how nice it felt to be pressed against Justin, his arms around me. His brown eyes seemed even darker as I softly sung along to the lyrics about how we can make our own decisions about who we wanted to be. I couldn’t break eye contact with him if I tried and I only hoped the song gave him the same amount of healing that it had given me the first time I had heard it.

When the final chorus ended, Justin pulled me closer and I lifted my lips to meet his. He kissed me deeply, his tongue immediately tangling with mine like he was trying to devour me. Heat rose in my stomach as I kissed him back, weaving my fingers in his hair to yank him closer as I took everything he was giving me. He bent his knees and then I was in his arms, legs wrapped around his waist as he started walking. We didn’t make it very far out of the kitchen before he was pressing me against the wall, grinding our hips together until I was a shuddering gasping mess. I straight up whined when he pulled away from me and he let out a dark chuckle.

“I’ve got you,” he crooned. “But I have to ask before this goes any further. Is this okay?”

“More than okay,” I gasped out, grinding our hips together again, chasing that delicious sensation that had been building inside me.

He groaned and caught my hips, ignoring my muttered protest. “Easy there, sweetheart,” he said. “I’ll give you what you want but we need to talk about likes, dislikes, and limits first.”

A part of me appreciated his need to get my consent before we went any further but an equally large part of me just wanted him to fuck me. But the logical side of my brain perked up at his words. “Talk?”

“Yes.” Justin said firmly. “We don’t know each other as well as you know Colton and I want to make sure I don’t make you uncomfortable.”

“What do you like?” His use of the word limits had me intrigued. Was Justin kinky? I dabbled with past partners or one night stands but never experienced it fully. It required a lot of trust and that wasn’t something I had with many people. But I wanted it with him.

“I like control,” Justin admitted. “Not in a bad way though.” He was quick to followup and I cupped his cheek.

“You are not your father,” I promised him seriously. “You’re a good man and I trust you.” I let those words sink in before I continued. “I like the idea of you telling me what to do,” I admitted. “Beyond that, I don’t have much experience in the kink world. But I trust you and I’ll let you know if I don’t like something.”

Justin closed his eyes briefly, like my words hit him harder than he wanted to let me know. “Okay,” he nodded his head. “We’ll take it slow.”

I groaned and bucked my hips against his. “Or we could not?” I teased.

A laugh escaped from him before he shook his head. “Greedy, sweetheart?”

I swiveled my hips again, enjoying the way his eyes darkened. He pulled me off the wall and walked towards his bedroom. I barely had time to take in the room before he was kissing me again. His fingers tugged at the hem of my shirt and I lifted my arms so he could lift it over my head. Before he could say or do anything, I reached behind me and unclasped my bra.

He arched an eyebrow at me. “Did I say you could do that?”

I smirked at him. I didn’t know a lot about the kink world but from what I did know, I was definitely a brat. “What are you going to do about it?”

He raised his eyes to the ceiling like he was praying for patience and I held in my laughter. He needed someone to sass him and break him out of those walls he built around himself. He pushed on my shoulders until I turned towards the bed. “On the bed, hands above your head on the headboard.

It was then I noticed his headboard had convenient slats in it. I looked over my shoulder at him, ready to make a sassy comment about the slats when a sharp smack on my ass had me squeaking instead. The sensation didn’t hurt but it did have a slight burning sensation and I decided to do as he said.

I had a moment of self consciousness when I did what Justin said.. With Colton, it was different and while I still had moments of self-doubt, they weren’t as bad since we had been together longer. But I shouldn’t have worried because as soon as I settled in Justin climbed over me. “Beautiful,” he whispered against my lips. “Now, you are going to keep your hands where they are while I explore every inch of this gorgeous body.”

“And what happens if I move my hands?” I asked him with a smile.

“If you move your hands, I’m going to turn you over and turn this gorgeous ass red then I’m going to tuck you in without making you come. If you don’t move your hands… well, good girls get rewarded.”

I squirmed but kept my hands where they were and he smiled. “Good girl.”

There were not any two other words that could turn strong, independent women all over the world into puddles faster than those two.

Justin lowered his head to kiss me again and I eagerly opened for him. All too soon, he broke the kiss and feathered kisses across my jaw to my earlobe. He nipped it softly and I gasped, the sensation shooting straight to my clit. Sensations built inside me with each kiss he brushed against my skin. He traced a line down my neck and across my collarbone, finding that special place that always made me gasp faster than any ex-boyfriend ever had.

True to his word, he spent his time exploring every inch of exposed skin. When he got to my nipples, he licked them before blowing on them gently. I bucked my hips but he just dropped his hips onto mine, forcing me to just lie there and take it. I almost would have preferred if he had tied me up. That would have been easier than remembering to keep my hands where they were as he traced his tongue around my belly button. His hands went to the waistband of my shorts and I almost cried out “Finally” in relief.

He eased my shorts down my hips, catching my underwear with his fingers as well until I laid bare before him. I expected him to continue teasing me with barely there touches but the first touch of his mouth to my center was a long lick from my entrance to my clit. A surprised cry fell from my lips. He repeated the action, licking and placing soft nips on the sensitive skin. I could feel my orgasm start to rise inside me, having been at a slow burn already with his teasing. But before I could reach the ledge, he backed off, going back to featherlite touches that drove me crazy but didn’t push me over the edge. When he looked up and smirked at me, I realized his game. He was waiting to see if I was going to move my hands. I readjusted my grip on the slats but didn’t let go and he lowered his head again.

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