Page 25 of The Billionaire Submissive
“I didn’t see a problem with oral sex on your questionnaire.” She kept her voice light, her eyes on his, her finger doodling on his chest. Even while aching need spread through her core. She was well used to controlling her own desire. It wasn’t often that she had a date like Donovan, a handsome, attentive man who was more than eager to figure out what would make her scream and claw his back.
If I dare show him.It became difficult to breathe, and not because of the corset, which was more decorative than constrictive.Because if I show him…I’ll lose him as my submissive.
“I’ve come twice tonight, both times harder than I ever dreamed possible. When are you going to come, Mistress?”
Her hand stilled despite her determination to not show any response or weakness. “We have plenty of time.”
“You spend one hour a week for each client making sure their submissive needs are met. Who makes sure Lilly’s needs are met?”
It took all her will not to back away from this conversation. It wasn’t safe ground.I’m not ready to lose him so quickly. Oh, my wild sexy beast. I’d hoped to play with you a bit longer. I should have known it wouldn’t last.“The Mistress—”
“Not the Mistress,” he interrupted. “You.”
Stalling, she gave an experimental tug on his chest hairs. Some men couldn’t stand it. The pain was too sharp and intense, even if she was gentle. His eyes flared and his hand cupped her fingers to stop her, but she had a feeling it wasn’t because of the small pain. He’d seen through her effort to distract him.
“You said you weren’t sexually attracted to your clients. So you might have enjoyed acting as the Mistress for them, but your needs as a woman weren’t met. Did you see anyone else? A boyfriend?”
She shrugged. “Sometimes.”
“Vanilla dates,” he guessed. “Men who didn’t know what you are.”
“You’re too smart for your own good,” she said ruefully. “You’ve seen how hard it is to find someone who not only understands both sides of your personality but is also attracted to them. I’ve dated a few subs in the past but it just didn’t go well outside of the scene.”
“Too clingy?”
“Not exactly.” She tried to think of a way to explain why she’d been so incompatible in the past without getting into the whole ugly truth. Not a lie—she wouldn’t ever lie to him. Just part of the truth. The part he’d believe. “I don’t mind clingy. It just felt like I was doing all the work in the relationship. I’m Mistress in the bedroom, but that doesn’t mean I want a full-time slave. Far from it. Controlling everything all the time is exhausting. In the end, it felt too much like a job and not enjoyment. Certainly not love and desire and passion.”
“So when’s the last time the Mistress got laid?”
Delighted he was unbending enough to tease her, she laughed. “Over a year ago. Almost two, actually. I met a guy who’s a switch, someone who can play top or bottom. But it just didn’t work.”
“Too bossy?”
“He had nothing on you, Mr. Morgan.” She smiled to let him know that wasn’t a bad thing. “No, we clashed in the bedroom. It was like two men determined to lead at the same time. We couldn’t figure a way to work out who was going to lead when.”
“So you never just lie back and let someone take care of you for a change?”
Before she could suppress it, she shivered. It was a small reaction, but he was too intent to miss it. “I never said that.” She tried to change the subject before he dug any deeper. “You should have asked me when Lilly got laid last. That’d be last night.”
She was trying to shock him, make him leap to conclusions again, but this time he was on to her game. “Let me guess. Your beau last night involved batteries. My sweetheart was just my hand.”
Laughing, she asked, “How many times did your sweetheart make you sing?”
“Three. And it wasn’t near enough. It certainly wasn’t anything like what you’ve given me tonight.” With his gaze locked on her face, he lifted a hand to her hip. “The only thing I haven’t figured out yet is how much I’m allowed to touch you.”
“I told you. If I want to keep your hands off me, you’ll know it. Because you won’t be able to lift a finger.”
“So I’m allowed to stroke you.” His fingers glided so softly she barely felt more than a whisper against her skin. “I’m allowed to kiss you.”
“Of course. I allowed you to kiss me today, didn’t I?”
“I don’t want to overstep my bounds too quickly, Lilly. I don’t want to lose you out of ignorance or, worse, arrogance.”
Now her heart was starting to ache as much as her starved body. “Oh, Donovan, there’s no big red line that’s going to make me kick you out if you cross it. And even if there were some line, I’d be no Mistress if I didn’t inform you of the limit first. You picked me to be your Mistress. You hired a PI and tracked me down despite my best efforts to hide my identity. And yet I’m here with you now because I want to be. I can’t imagine what else you might be worried about.”
“From the beginning, you surprised me. Time after time, I was wrong. I was wrong about your other clients. The scope and work involved in my windows. What you’d be like in person. Everything.” Lulled by his words, she wasn’t prepared for him to suddenly roll her over onto her back. “But I don’t think I’m wrong about this.”
“This is far from wrong.” She arched against his thigh and slid her hand down his bare back to grip his buttock.
