Page 24 of Indecent Demands

Chapter10

Ariana

Icouldn’t admit it out loud, but holy fuck, I had never been so turned on in my life.

Sex wasn’t really something I’d had a lot of, unfortunately. Usually when it happened it was a hookup I met through an app, and I never told the guy what my job was. Men in my field had major inferiority complexes when it came to women coders. They treated us like crap, wanting us out of ‘their’ territory.

Between that and my mission, I just found that it wasn’t worth it to try and find someone. I’d assumed romance would come later in my life after I slowed down on the stealing and could relax a bit.

Now, I had a handsome man who could probably bench press me, whispering in my ear and telling me that he was going to dominate me and make me orgasm. That I was going to belong to him, and if I didn’t want to, I better fucking enjoy comingnowbecause I wasn’t going to get to do it again. If I orgasmed when I got back to his house, our deal would hold.

On the one hand, I appreciated the possible out. On the other hand, I had the feeling that this was another game he wanted to play, and that he wasn’t going to make it easy for me. That he would enjoy making me fail.

And for some reasonthatmade me orgasm.

His thigh was so thick and steady, it was perfect for me to grind against. I came hard, staining my panties, pleasure rocketing through me. I had images of being tied up, of being spanked, of being tied to a vibrator and forced to orgasm over and over running through my head. And Icamefrom it.

Yeah, I was a lot kinkier than I’d ever imagined.

His voice in my ear, and the casual confidence, the power I’d felt from him… it did things to me. Every other man I’d been with, they’d either been overconfident to the point of being inconsiderate, or they’d been insecure and overcompensating. Seth was the first man I’d been with where I could feel that he truly knew himself and knew what he could do, but made sure he was considerate with me while he was at it. I didn’t feel like he would drop me, literally or metaphorically.

And then there was the bet.

If I didn’t orgasm again after this first time, if I could withstand his pleasurable torment, then he would let me go free and he’d figure something else out. Seth had to be really sure of himself, because if he let me go, I would split like a goddamn banana. I didn’t have an escape plan. I hadn’t been smart enough to put one of those in place, nor had I ever needed to. I hadn’t thought that I would get caught—or that if I would, I’d see the signs and I wouldn’t be so blindsided.

That didn’t mean I wouldn’t find a way to disappear and avoid jail if I was able to escape Seth. I couldn’t go to prison and possibly put every single person I’d ever helped in front of a court to be judged and stripped of their money. I couldn’t let that happen.

Even with so much on the line, the idea of being dominated and teased and pushed to orgasm… it had me so hot and wet. One orgasm truly wasn’t enough. But I had to remain strong. I wasn’t going to give in easily.

Although there was a part of me that wanted to.

I’d had a taste of what Seth could give me, the pleasure he could bring me in submission and control, and I wanted more.

Seth wrapped an arm around me as I rode out my orgasm, my panties absolutely ruined. I could feel his smirk against my neck. “That’s a good girl.”

I pulled back, loosening my fingers from his lapels, and smoothed out the fabric where I’d horribly wrinkled it. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” Seth’s voice was a soft growl. “I like seeing you lose control.”

I shivered at the heat in his eyes as he stared down at me.

Seth released me and stepped away from the sink. “Clean yourself up. I’ll be waiting for you at the table.”

Once he was gone, I felt oddly cold and empty. I made myself presentable again and rejoined him at the table—only to find that a warm chocolate lava cake had just been placed in front of us.

Seth was in the middle of signing the check. He glanced up at me and smiled. “I thought you might like a little reward afterwards.”

I bristled because I wasn’t sure if he was mocking me, and Seth’s expression grew serious. “Have you ever done any kind of BDSM before?”

I shook my head.

“Afterwards, even if it’s something small, it’s important that you’re taken care of—you need affection and reassurance,” he said, his tone soft, and surprisingly gentle. “It’s simple brain chemistry. The emotional and physical high that the sex takes you on will leave you and you’ll crash, hard, if you aren’t taken care of afterwards.”

Clearly, there was a lot I was going to learn in this relationship. I found myself actually excited, wondering about what I’d experience.

Didn’t hurt that the chocolate lava cake was also delicious. I dug in, enjoying every luscious bite. Seth had a couple tastes himself, but mostly he just watched me. Had he always looked at me with such heat and hunger in his gaze? Or had he held it back and it was only now that he was letting me see it? Either way, I liked it, more than was probably wise.

We finished the dessert, and Seth smiled warmly at me, the same friendly look that I had come to expect from him. That helped me to relax. This was still the person that I liked, the person I’d flirted with, the person I had hoped to go out on a date with when this mess was all over.

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