Page 38 of Lukas

Chapter Fifteen

She looked sosure of herself as she said it, but also wary like he was going to start whaling on her any second.

And oh, he would be in a few minutes. She’d thrown down the gauntlet, hadn’t she? Wanting to prove she was right. To be able to say told you so.

But Lukas knew the truth.

She so desperately wanted him to prove her wrong. And he would.

But there was more at stake here than just proving she wasn’t cold. Most importantly was going to be that she could trust him, trust that when he said he was going to plug and spank that ass of hers, he was going to do it. Trust that when he said he was going to make her come, screaming, that he was going to do it.

Yes, he was going to prove, by God, she was not a damned Ice Queen. He already knew she liked it harder, needed an edge of pain to help get her off. Needed someone to help her shut off that damn brain of hers that was convinced—from empirical data according to her—she was frigid.

Maybe she wouldn’t like traditional oral sex. Who the hell cared? There were five thousand other ways to get off. He wasn’t so egotistical that he would think less of her if she didn’t come from his mouth on her. Every woman was different. What was important was showing her that what her mind needed and her body craved—domination and a little bite of pain—was perfectly fine.

She was way too smart to be convinced that a data pool of only six previous lovers—when probably at least half had been damn teenagers who wouldn’t know a g-spot from gmail—was enough to conclusively prove she didn’t like oral sex. She was convinced she was cold because she thought what her body wanted was not what her huge brain considered normal. She wanted to want vanilla, but she didn’t. So, when she got it, it hadn’t really turned her on.

Lukas knew exactly what needed to be done to get her to come all over his tongue. He had to turn on her mind just as much as her body. Get her out of her own head.

And he was about to get started.

“Where’s the box I sent you, princess?”

She gulped. Literally. “On my desk.” She pointed to the corner. He reached over and grasped her chin, pulling her in gently for a kiss. She sighed, her eyes fluttering closed, obviously not expecting that.

Keeping her off balance—physically, mentally—was key.

He lifted his lips from hers. “Remove all your clothes and bend over the arm of the couch. Same safe words still apply like at Deeper Threat. Red if you just can’t handle it any more or if you’re truly frightened or hurt.” He grasped her chin again. “My end of the deal is that I’ll stop immediately if you say it. Yours is that you only say it if you truly mean it, not just because you don’t think something should be happening.”

She nodded.

“When you got your Master’s, what was your favorite class? The easiest or the hardest?”

Those brown eyes narrowed. “Usually the hardest. Why?”

“You liked those best because they pushed you. Challenged you. I’m going to do that tonight, and you’re going to take it. Now naked, bent over the couch.”

Her eyes were wide as saucers, her mouth forming a little O. He reached around and smacked her hard on the ass, setting her into motion.

He walked over to her desk and picked up the items he’d sent. He wouldn’t use the clamps again tonight; her nipples were plenty sensitive already. A simple pinch would get the desired effect. Probably wouldn’t be using the flogger again either. He wanted the intimacy of his bare hand on her skin as he spanked her.

But the anal plug and lube? That was his first order of business. Having that up her ass would have her constantly aware of an area she didn’t want to concentrate on, definitely didn’t want to think that stimulation back there turned her on.

When he turned toward the couch again, she had removed her clothes and was perched over the arm, just like he’d told her. He kicked off his shoes and socks then slowly walked back to her.

“Bend your elbows so you’re face down on the cushion.” He smiled as her breathing hitched and her new position left her ass further up in the air on the thick armrest. He came to stand behind her, trailing his finger down her spine and ass cheeks. “I am never going to get tired of this sight. Stuff fantasies are made of right there.”

He took a bolster pillow and tucked it between her hips and the arm rest, bringing her buttocks up another few inches to the perfect height.

He opened the package of lube and spread some over the plug then squeezed some directly between the crack of her upturned ass. She shuddered slightly at the cold drop.

“This plug is to remind you that you’re not just to run away every time I turn my back on you. When you do that, you get punished.” He began rubbing the lube up and down the crack of her ass with his finger, pushing at the hole but not entering. Keeping her on edge. “If you run away from me again, the plug will be much larger. This one is really for pleasure only.”

He grinned as he heard the muffled sound of disbelief fall from her lips. She really didn’t know, but it would be such a pleasure to teach her over time.

He moved his finger from her ass and lined up the plug, pushing a tiny bit of the tip into her well-lubed hole.

Her entire body stiffened.

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