Page 57 of A Little Harmless Pleasure

“No. Cynthia—”

“Then don’t move.” All sweetness and light gone. That did more to spike his arousal than the soft concern of her question.

Her eyes narrowed as she settled on his groin. “You’re not behaving.”

The ability to talk had dissolved the moment her heated cunt rested against his shaft. She was dripping, wetting his dick. She smiled as he said nothing. “That’s better. Now, I think I need a little something in return for all my hard work.”

She scooted up his body, stopping when her sex hovered over his mouth. Her pussy lips glistened, showing her excitement, the scent of her filling his senses. Wrapping her hands around the headboard, she lowered herself to his mouth.

With a groan, he dove between her lips, enjoying the sweetness of her essence. It was difficult to maneuver with his hands still restrained, but he drove his tongue up and in her over and over. He flicked it over her hardened clit, and she trembled. Her thighs shook next to his face. Pleasure thrummed through him as he continued feasting. Her muscles tightened, her moans grew, but before he could tumble her over the edge, she lifted her body away.

The bed dipped as she leaned over and grabbed something off the table. She straddled him again, her hands shaking enough to give him satisfaction. She ripped open a condom wrapper. Pinching the end of it, she rolled it down his shaft then mounted him. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her muscles grasping his cock. Damn, she was slick, wetter than he’d ever felt her.

“Watch.”

He opened his eyes. When their gazes met, she began to move. “Oh, yes, oh, Chris.”

Her muscles contracted, signaling the approach of her orgasm, and pulling him deeper. “Fuck me, Chris, do it.”

With that order, and the feel of her pussy squeezing his dick, he exploded, jerking his pelvis upward as she slammed down on him. She continued to move, milking his orgasm, and triggering her own.

“Chris, baby, yes.” She threw her head back, her body arching. A primal, unintelligible moan ripped from her throat as she shuddered. The sight of Cynthia in her fulfillment held Chris mesmerized until she collapsed on top of him.

A moment later she fumbled with the cuffs, releasing him. He still pulsed within her as her body completely relaxed into sleep. Skimming his hand down her spine, he cupped her ass. Not too shabby for a first-time Domme. True, she hadn’t taken it as far as she could have, but Lord knew, any further might have killed him.

Now that she had discovered her dominant side, would she be willing to give it up to explore submission?

Chapter Fourteen

A week later, Cynthia and Chris sat on his lanai, enjoying a mild afternoon, watching the waves and the windsurfers below. This had become a habit with them on Monday nights—the only guaranteed night he had off. Well, he didn’t always have it off, depending on what was going on at the restaurant.

She leaned against Chris and sighed, contentment filling her. She’d never felt so complete. If a year ago someone had told her she would enjoy anal sex and handcuffing her partner to the bed, Cynthia would have written them off as insane.

On top of that, they seemed to have grown closer, both of them accepting her nature for what it was. Each time they made love, the connection between them grew stronger. She knew from what Chris had taught her, and what she gained from reading, that trust was a key element of submission. Chris’s complete acceptance of her, of what she needed, forged a connection she’d never had with another man.

“Remember the first night you arrived, when I told you about being a switch?” Chris asked. His voice was hesitant…almost as if he was afraid to broach the subject.

She nodded and took another drink of her margarita, allowing her muscles to relax further. The search for a new bakery location had been aggravating. If one storefront was too expensive, another had a horrible location. She was determined to find the right place, but the wait was irritating her. Chris had been understanding, accompanying her as much as possible to offer his opinions.

“I said I liked to play the role of both the submissive and the dominant, remember?”

Something in his tone sent alarm shooting down Cynthia’s spine. Sitting up, she turned and faced him. The expression on his face had her worried.

“Yes, I remember.” She barely got the words out. Fear was clogging her throat as she tried to figure out just what he was getting at. They’d made love almost every night for the last two months, and not once had he complained. In fact, he seemed not to be able to get enough of her.

“Well, I want to try that with you.”

Wary now, she pulled further away and studied him. He took her margarita glass out of her hands and placed it on the ground beside her, then pressed her hands between his.

“What I saw in you, what I understood about you from the beginning, is that you might be a switch like me.”

She shook her head, but he nodded.

“Generally, before you become a Domme, you would have experienced being a sub. But I did it differently with you. You weren’t…ready for that.”

“I don’t understand.”

Panic was now running full force through her blood. She’d known he would ask this. In all her reading, she had come to understand not only her own wants and desires, but those Chris had. She knew that for them to stay together, he would need this part of her. But she hadn’t expected it so soon. Granted, she hoped he never asked for it, but it had been a worry in the back of her mind.

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