“Just start talking. I’ll let you know when it’s enough, which, by the way, won’t be until you get to the part where you let a guy top you.”
Cassie shook her head but smiled. “He was a stockbroker I met through my financial advisor. He asked me out, and on our first date, he told me what he was into. Said it was his way of life, not some fantasy. He didn’t pressure me or anything. Just laid it all out there. We went out a couple of times after that, and when I wanted to dip my toes into the submissive pool, he was eager to guide me. Guide me?” She chuckled. “More like throw me into the deep end. It was hot as hell, but like I said, it wasn’t for me. He wanted a full sub, someone to take care of and cherish. I didn’t want someone feeding me and giving me baths all the time. Every now and then? Yeah, that’d be really sweet. But every damn day? I’d be pulling my hair out before he’d get a chance to brush it for me.”
“I’m sorry, but feminist alarms are sounding off in my head. I couldn’t let a man control me like that. I’m not a weak person.”
Cassie sighed. “That’s just it, Sasha. I think it takes an incredibly strong woman to submit. It takes a great deal of power to trust a man strong enough to give him that kind of control. The right man understands the gift that that is.”
“And the wrong man can abuse the power given to him. Some guys take too much anyway.” Sasha frowned. Something dark flashed across her gaze, but it disappeared just as quickly. “I see what you’re saying, though. I know it’s very empowering when a guy loses himself during sex. I guess I can see the appeal for some, but no way is a guy going to tell me what to do. In or out of the sack.” She laughed.
Cassie sucked on another olive. “I need to go. I’m supposed to be online at ten.”
“Mmm. You gonna get your kink on?” Sasha smirked.
“You know it. Regardless of the fact Ian is in another state and I’ll probably never have real sex with him, that man knows how to work it. And I’m going to love every minute of it.”
“Atta girl!” Sasha laughed as she downed the last of her fruity concoction. “At least you’re getting some. The last action I saw was six months ago. Woo hoo!” She pumped her fist in the air to drive home her sarcastic comment, which made Cassie snort, spewing her drink across the bar.
“Girl, you’re cracking my stuff up! I know you just didn’t rock the fist pump right here in the middle of this bar.” She laughed.
“Hell, it’s the only thing I get to rock nowadays. Let me have some fun.” Something dark flashed across Sasha eyes before she straightened and pouted playfully as she motioned for Chip to close out their tabs.
He walked over with their receipts. They took them, and he never took his eyes off Cassie. She looked down and saw a zero balance.
“Tonight’s on me,” Chip said with a smile.
“Thanks,” they both said in unison.
Chip flashed his eyes at Sasha and smiled before looking back at Cassie and leaning closer to her. “I’d also like Friday night to be on me too. Say dinner and a movie?”
Cassie suppressed a gasp, but she saw Sasha grinning from ear to ear and couldn’t help the heat that flushed her face. Cassie wasn’t used to such a blatant come-on, and she had absolutely no idea how to handle this. If it wasn’t for Ian, she’d accept. Chip was a good-looking guy. Tall, muscular but not bulky, light-blue eyes and a goatee. Definitely drool worthy.
But there was Ian. And Cassie didn’t want to do anything to mess up what was happening between the two of them. But not only that, she just didn’t want another man. Oh boy, she didn’t want to think about what that meant.
“Look,” Cassie sighed. “I’m totally flattered—”
“Uh-oh,” he mumbled. “If you tell me I’m a really great guy to soften this blow, I think it just might kill me.” He laughed, and damn was that a sexy sound.
Cassie chuckled. “You are a really great guy.”
“Ouch.” He clasped his heart and stumbled back a few steps theatrically, then stepped up to her again, leaning his elbows on the bar, coming closer to her. “He’s a lucky man. Whoever he is.”
“He is.” And whoever snagged Chip would be one lucky gal.
He leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest, all business now. “You girls okay to drive home?”
“We’re good,” Sasha said and grabbed Cassie’s arm to drag her away from the bar. “Told ya he was pissing all over you,” she murmured as they walked out the bar and into the parking lot. But Cassie only wanted one man staking a claim. “Yeah, you’re good and all that shit. I’ll catch you later.”
Sasha gave her a sassy little wave as she walked to her car, and Cassie shook her head as she got into her own vehicle.
What seemed like forever but was really only about ten minutes later, she pulled into her driveway, walked into her house and tossed her purse on the table. It was almost ten, so she had just enough time to pee and brush her teeth. Why she bothered with the latter, she didn’t know. It wasn’t as if she’d be kissing Ian.
She felt a pang of sadness at that thought. What would kissing him be like? She wondered if his kiss would be forceful or tender and eventually settled on something in between. His kiss would be self-confident and controlled by him, but he’d take care in exploring every inch of her mouth. He’d nip at her lips while his hand would be wrapped protectively around her nape. The other hand would be buried
