Page 19 of Disgrace

“I get that you don’t like the way I refer to my job but that doesn’t negate the fact that I am a”—I flash a glare that makes her freeze—“that I am a Dominatrix.” She breathes out when I return to my foot rubbing.

“I understand that. I have given it some thought actually, and I would like you to consider something.” I look over to her and she is peeping over the rim of her cup all wide-eyed and curious.

“I’m all ears”—she wiggles her toes in my hand—“and toes.” I suck her big toes into my mouth, and her jaw drops. Her fingers grip her cup like a vice and her whole leg trembles. I release her toe with a loud plop.

“Oh, my god, that went straight to my clit! Do it again.” She pushes her toes to my mouth, and I laugh.

“We can’t keep using sex to avoid this conversations, Sam.” I hold her foot inches from my face, her big toe wriggling as she tries to get closer.

“I think you’ll find we can.” Her breathy tease falls flat. I scowl, and she relaxes with a resigned huff. “Fine.”

“You have your job, and I respect that, but I would prefer if you didn’t fuck guys. Your male clients who require only pain as their sexual preference, that’s fine, but I don’t want you fucking them. Women you can fuck and do the pain thing. I’m cool with that.” I state as a matter of fact.

“Wow, you have given this some thought.” She purses her lips and blows the steam from her drink. I wonder if she is aware that almost everything she does looks sexual to me…gets me hard. I catch her glint and raised brow. Oh, yes, she’s aware. My loose pants do nothing to hide my growing hard-on.

“Is that a yes?” I push.

“Why women?” She takes a sip, and her lips shine with moisture.

“Honestly, I can get off on that idea. Other guys fucking you when I’m not present? Not so much.” I shrug lightly.

“But if you were there?” She’s playing with me. Her sensual, breathy voice is low and alluring, but this game still needs some rules.

“If I was there, it would bemydecision and under my direction,” I clarify.

She sniffs out a laugh. “Sadly, that is one fantasy I’m never likely to have.”

“Why? That’s a fantasy of yours?” I shift and drop my hand down my pants to make a quick adjustment. “I don’t mean why is that a fantasy, but why would that never happen?” I massage the intense pressure that has quickly accumulated at the turn of this conversation. I am now uncomfortably hard.

“I know the fantasy itself shouldn’t be a shocker; it’s most women’s fantasy if they are honest. But as a Dominatrix, it would mean giving over too much power. I would fear losing control. No matter how well trained my clients may be. I don’t have that level of trust to give myself over to two men.” She wipes a mock tear. “Alas, poor me…but women you say?” She waggles her perfect brows mischievously. “Interesting that you are okay with me fucking a woman. I get that you would get off on it; don’t get me wrong…” She pauses at my sudden shift in position.

I let her foot go and stalk up the bed crowding her, my arms on either side of her body, pinning her in place.

“I don’t want some other man giving you pleasure.” I growl.

“I think your concern is misplaced then, because if anyone knows how to really give a woman an orgasm, it’s another woman,” she quips confidently.

“You did not just say you get better orgasms from a woman that you do from me,” I warn with a low, disapproving grumble.

“Oh, no, not mepersonally. I love cock too much for that, but you know, as a guide.” She snickers wide-eyed and shrinking away from me with every taunting word. I take the drink from her hand and crush the grin from her lips, only coming up for air when she is a soft, pliant mess in my hands.

“What about you?” She exhales a sexy, satisfied breath as I roll to her side.

“What about me?” My head rests in my hand, while my other snaked around her waist, always touching.

“If I agree, I am effectively becoming a nun, and you? What are you abstaining from?” she challenges.

“I promise not to fuck men, either.” I reply dead-pan.

“Oh, my god, you’re a comedian, too! Mad skills in the sackanda comedian. I’ve hit the jackpot!” I grab her roughly and pull her onto me.

“And don’t you forget it,” I growl against her lips, which smile against mine. “I’m never going to be vanilla, Sam, but I won’t fuck anyone else unless you agree. Unless we are together, both fucking that someone else.” I hold her gaze to see how she reacts to my stark but honest declaration. I think I hold my breath.

“You say the sweetest things…my very own Prince Charming.” She sighs and fans herself. I snatch her arse in both my fists and squeeze her. She rubs her sweet little self against me. Her eyes are on fire with lust and desire. I needn’t have worried. I roll her onto her back.

“There’s only one way to find out, baby. Let me get my glass butt plug and see if it fits.”

“I think you’ll find one size fits all, Jason.” She chokes out a dirty laugh.

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