Page 26 of The Billionaire Submissive
“No, that’s not what I meant. I think you’re a fabulous, incredible Mistress in all areas except one.”
She stilled, all her senses on full alert. She didn’t say anything, but merely waited for his answer, although she did tighten her hand on his ass, letting him feel her nails again. Regret tightened her throat, but she didn’t let it show on her face. Not yet. That’d be for later when she was alone in her own bedroom once more and Mr. Morgan had returned to one of his many luxurious homes to run his numerous businesses.With so much wealth at his disposal, he’ll find a new Mistress. Someone who can actually give him everything he wants.
“As Mistress, I don’t believe you’re comfortable ordering your own pleasure.”
She relaxed her grip on him slightly and gave him a nod. “Not for my own need, no. I’m not that kind of Mistress. I would never order you to give me pleasure.”I can’t.
Gone was the anxious, even nervous, submissive who’d been too excited to take his pants off while she watched. This was the sexy, confident man who’d won hundreds of businesses from his competitors all over the globe. And this time, he’d set his sights on her.
“Then I guess if I want to hear what sounds you make when you climax, I’m going to have to take matters into my own hands.”
For once, he had the Mistress on the ropes and he wasn’t going to let her escape. He couldn’t fathom how she would dedicate herself so thoroughly to ensuring he got exactly what he wanted so desperately, and then completely neglect her own needs. It made him furious to think about how many times a week she met her clients and helped them with their secret needs, over and over and over, while she went home to nothing but a vibrator. Granted, he was relieved she wasn’t sexually involved with all those men, but the thought of her aching, needing, as empty as him all these years…
It made him furious.
And when Donovan Morgan got furious, it wasn’t pretty.
“You’ve made me come twice. I’m not going to come again until you’re caught up.”
“That’s very sweet but completely unnecessary.”
“Wrong.” He narrowed his eyes and leaned down to give her his best intimidation glare. “It’scompletelynecessary. Just because you’re the Mistress—”
She pressed her fingers against his lips, silencing him. “You don’t understand. It’s very hard for me to give up control. It’s why I’m not usually good in bed with submissives. You tempted me enough to try and I’m hoping we can work out something to keep us both satisfied, but ordering you to catch me up is not going to work.”
“You mean you physically can’t give up control enough to climax with a man?”
She blew out a sigh. “I didn’t say that. I can climax just fine, thank you very much. But since I have to give up control to do it, I don’t typically allow myself to climax in any scene with a submissive. I’ve talked to other dominants at the club and they all wrestle with this problem to some extent, but I seem to be especially challenged.”
“Why?”
She dropped her gaze to his chest, her fingers lightly swirling through his hairs again. At least she didn’t tug on them again, which would get his mind going in the wrong direction. He was determined to figure out what she needed this time. Every bossy arrogant instinct he possessed demanded he order her to tell him right this very moment. His blood pressure was through the roof already; waiting for her to answer only drove his fury higher. She didn’t cook for herself. She neglected her car and barely knew how to drive according to her own words. Now to learn she couldn’t—wouldn’t—see to her own needs…
When she was a luscious, obviously extremely sensual woman with a voracious appetite. She ate and enjoyed her food unapologetically. Yet she wouldn’t let him wallow in her pleasure? It didn’t make sense.
It was the hardest thing he’d ever done, but he waited silently for her to figure out the best way to tell him.
“When I climax, I give up all control, Donovan.Allcontrol. I can’t release and then still be the Mistress, calm and completely in control once more. I’m out of my mind, wild, lost in my own desire. And if I can’t get back the control of myself, I can’t control you either. I’m still dominant, don’t get me wrong. I’ll tell you exactly how hard to thrust or take you in the position I want—which is why I don’t last too long with vanilla men either, men who can’t deal with a woman taking what she wants without hesitation—but I won’t have control of myself. Don’t you see the problem with that?
“Submissives need to know that no matter what happens, the dominant’s control isn’t going to ever waver. I can’t trust myself to be able to stop mid scene if I’ve already climaxed and given up my control. Say I’m totally fucking you like crazy and I start to do something you’re not into. You give me your safeword, which we still have to discuss, by the way. What if I can’t stop? So I guess there is a red line to worry about when it comes to me, but it’s not something you need to worry about crossing. It’s me. It’ll be much safer for us both if I wait as long as possible and only come near the end of each scene.”
All of her careful rules were making more and more sense. No sexual contact with the Mistress. Ever.
Because once she’s crossed into sexual territory…once she’s climaxed…she’s out of control.
The thought was enough to make him rock hard again, as if he hadn’t already blown his load twice.
From the start, he’d burned to know what it would take to make her lose her calm control. The control that allowed her to be saucy and smart-mouthed, to lie to his face, and stand up to him no matter how mean and bossy he tried to be. If he threatened her, she laughed in his face. If he tried to blackmail her, she tore up his contract and stomped out of his office. Even at his worst, she hadn’t backed down from him.
So I’m not going to back down from her. Ever.
“I only see one option, then.” He waited until her gaze came back to his. Resigned, and yes, embarrassed. It pissed him the hell off to see his luscious, sultry Lilly ashamed of her desire. The very thing he wanted the most. “I guess I’m going to have to eat you out until you can’t move a muscle. Then it won’t matter whether you have any control left or not.”
“Donovan…”
He slid down her body, accidentally knocking the china bowls off the bed to clatter on the floor.
“The pie…”
