Page 45 of Take Me, Sir

One corner of his mouth tipped up. “I'll take that to mean you'll be prepared when you join me in the bedroom?”

I wasn't sure prepared was the word I would've used, but I nodded and watched him leave. I turned toward the shower and hoped my heart would calm by the time I was done. If we were going to be doing what I thought, I didn't want to have a heart attack in the middle of it.

Unfortunately, as I walked back into my bedroom a quarter of an hour later, my pulse was as rapid as before. I'd wrapped a towel around me, and the usually soft cotton felt rough against my skin. I felt like every cell in my body was vibrating with equal parts anxiety and anticipation, making me hyper aware of everything.

The scent of lavender should have soothed me, and I appreciated Dean having taken the time to light the scented candles I kept in my bedroom, but I was having difficulty focusing on any one thing long enough to react to it.

Not even Dean wearing only a pair of charcoal gray boxer-briefs could do much to capture my attention for more than a few seconds.

He frowned at me. “If you don't want to do this, love, it's all right. We don't have to.”

“I want to.” My voice was steadier than my hands.

“If you want me to stop at any point–”

“Red,” I said. “I remember.”

“Good.” He gestured toward the towel. “Drop it.”

I did, enjoying the way his eyes darkened as he looked at me.

“On the bed.”

I noticed he'd put down one of the throws I kept in my linen closet, so I moved to it, stretching out on my stomach when he told me to roll over. I folded my arms under my head and put my forehead on my hands.

This wasn't completely new, I reminded myself. I'd had his finger in my ass before, and I'd liked it. Besides, I trusted him to make me feel good, even if it hurt at first, like I knew it would.

“I can almost hear you thinking, love.”

I felt the mattress shift as he settled between my knees.

“Let's see what we can do about that.”

I tensed as he put his hands on my cheeks and pulled them apart. Then I felt something hot and wet move up my slit and over my anus. My entire body twitched, a gasp falling from my lips as he began to lick my ass. His tongue traced around the tight ring of muscle, and I made a soft sound. Once I'd gotten over how strange it was, I could concentrate on how it felt, and let myself enjoy it.

When he pressed his finger in, I was surprised at how relaxed I was. There was a slight pinch that quickly became a still-unfamiliar burn as he moved his finger in and out. A second finger made me suck in a breath, muscles clenching at the intrusion.

“Shh, love. Just relax.” Dean pressed a kiss against the back of my thigh.

“Easy for you to say,” I said in a shaky voice.

He chuckled, then used his free hand to lightly stroke my clit. The two sensations merged into something much more pleasant, and I slowly relaxed. He kept up the steady strokes over my clit as his fingers twisted inside me.

“Does a Sub ever get to do this to a Dom?” I asked.

His hands hesitated for only the briefest of moments, but I knew my question had surprised him.

“Depends on the Dom,” he answered finally.

“What about you?”

Before he replied, a third finger pressed against my ass and I cried out. My hands clenched into fists, and I reminded myself that it'd only last a minute. I thought about the rhythmic movements over my clit, the way the blanket felt against my nipples, and the pain faded to a dull ache.

“Is that something you would want to do?” he asked.

“I don't know,” I said. “I just thought turnabout is fair play, right?”

He laughed, the low sound sending a wash of warmth over me. I didn't know how he did it, but his laugh turned me on and made me feel safe, even when it held that edge of something dark.

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