Page 33 of Between the Lines

She stared up at him almost nervously, her tongue flicking out to lick over her lips. She didn’t answer.

Before she could inhale even one more time, he’d closed the space between them, threading a hand through her short, sleek hair. She gasped but arched into the touch, letting her bra fall open and down to the floor.

“I want to hear you say it,” he commanded, focused on every little detail of her expression. Her pulse had quickened, her eyes were dilated and her lips had parted, making him think about how they would look wrapped around his cock. “Answer my question.”

“You’re here because you want me.” Her voice was quiet, but her words were clear. She knew it, too—there was no point in fighting the connection that had snapped tight between them since the moment they’d met.

“I like hearing that from your mouth.” Without letting go of her hair, he tugged at her leggings, yanking them down her thighs, along with a pair of briefs that matched her bra. Sliding his foot between her legs, he pushed down until she was forced to step out of them.

She gasped when he lifted her without warning, hauling her over his shoulder. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I told you to strip and you took your sweet time about it, so I decided to do it for you.” Carrying her toward the bathroom, he let his palm roam over the supple planes of her ass. “Since you don’t seem to take direction well, I decided that I would just take you where I wanted you, rather than wait for you to get around to it.”

“Since I don’t take direction well?” Her lips parted in shock as he carried her right into the massive shower that he’d had installed when he redid the bathroom. Flipping her hair out of her eyes after he set her on her feet, he saw her struggle to make sense of that play out over her face.

Her lips parted as if to ask him something, then closed again.

“Ask me,” he said as he entered a series of settings on the sleek control panel built into the wall of the shower. Triple rainfalls burst down around them, steam rising hot and quick. He looked back at Jo, was entranced by the droplets of water sliding over her skin.

“Do you expect me to do what you tell me to?” Her voice was tentative. “Are you dominant? Are you into that?”

She didn’t sound horrified, only curious, which raised his temperature far past the point of comfort. Shrugging out of his now soaking-wet dress shirt, he tossed it to the floor, his slacks and briefs quickly joining it.

Her stare immediately went to his erection, and even over the thunderous spray of the shower he could hear her soft moan. He’d been hard since they stepped into his bedroom, but with her eyes on his cock, he swelled even more.

“I’m not into hard-core BDSM, if that’s what you’re asking. I don’t expect you to call me sir.” He grinned down at her; she snorted in response. He grabbed her wrist, tugged her wet, naked body against his own and gave in to the urge to lick those water droplets from her neck.

“I’d rather hear you say my name when you’re coming on my dick,” he murmured into her ear, nipping at the lobe when she shuddered. “And like I said. I’m not dominant, but if you let me be bossy, I think you’ll find that you enjoy it.”

“I’m...not...the...submissive...type.” She gasped, rocking into him when he trailed kisses down her neck. He laughed.

“I don’t want you to be submissive. I like women who give me hell.” Trailing a hand down her spine, he pressed her to him, groaned himself when his erection pressed into the lean planes of her belly.

“That’s always been a special talent of mine,” she gasped as he ground into her. He was surprised at how tentative she was when her hand slid lower and found him. She stroked his length, cupped his shaft as though she’d never seen a cock before.

Her next words nearly brought him to his knees. “I’m always happy to give you hell. But... I don’t think I’d mind if you...told me what to do. I think I’d like to try.”

“Hell, Jo.” Both of his hands found her hair, smoothing through the wet ribbons of it and dragging her mouth to his. He claimed her lips, tonguing her until she was rocking against him with breathy little sighs. “If you don’t like what I’m doing, you just say so in plain English. Or shake your head. Whatever. I’ll stop.”

She nodded breathlessly, then raised her chin defiantly. “You’re talking an awful lot. Got any action to back it up with?”

With a growl that was part laughter, part pure animal lust, he cupped his hands under her ass and lifted her, carrying her to a small seat carved out of the marble wall. Placing her on it, he reached for his discarded pants, pulling his belt free from the loops.

His leather belt, his suit, they were all ruined after today. He didn’t give even a single fuck. It was all going to be worth it.

Jo’s eyes widened at the sight of the belt. “You’re not hitting me with that thing.”

Theo snorted, though he couldn’t resist slapping it against his palm, just to test her reaction. “Not this time, baby. But something tells me you might like a little spanking.”

“You’re not—” Her words were stuck in her throat when he grabbed her hands, pressing her palms together. She watched with wide eyes as he wrapped his belt around them, securing her wrists together before sliding a finger underneath to make sure the belt wasn’t too tight.

Part of him, the one that was very familiar with her temper, expected her to tell him to fuck right off if he thought he was going to tie her up. But this Jo was older, more mature and had a self-professed interest in all things kinky. This Jo made a low, breathy sound when he lifted her bound wrists and hooked them over one of the showerheads, tethering her in place.

“Oh, I like this.” Stepping back, he admired his handiwork. Seated on the small bench, the position of her arms forced her to arch her back, which showed off those pretty tits. Man, he’d missed those. Cupping one in each hand, he circled his thumbs over her nipples, satisfaction coursing through him when they pebbled beneath his touch. “I can do whatever I want with you all trussed up like this, can’t I? You can give me lip, but you can’t do much about it.”

He was testing her. If she gave him even one sign that she wasn’t into it, that she was scared, he’d let her go in an instant. Instead, her body rocked forward, trying to get closer to him.

“For heaven’s sake, Theo, stop messing around. Come here.” Her voice was raw with need.

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