Oh, she wasn’t freaked out. Not at all. Just hearing Ian talk about being dominant in bed got her hot as hell. “No,” she said a little breathlessly.
“Well, now, if I didn’t scare you off with that little tale, you must have a little kink in you. Ready to show your cards now? What’s the craziest thing you’ve done?”
She turned to her side, glancing at her reflection in the mirror across the room. She didn’t realize her eyes were glazed over, though she should’ve known. Her pussy was drenched and her nipples were aching. Ian was a dream man, and not only were his looks off the chart, but the two of them also liked the same things in the sack. This was so unfair! Why did this man have to live in another state? If he were here right now, there’d be a lot less talking and a lot more fucking going on. “I know this is going to sound completely ironic, but I swear what I’m about to say is the exact thing that popped into my mind when I asked you that question.” Oh God, she was really going to tell him! She’d never told anyone about this. Until now. “I’ve, er, yeah, I’ve submitted sexually to a man before.”
She heard his sudden intake of breath and her heart raced at his reaction. She wasn’t the only one turned-on. The image of him stroking his dick came to mind and she suppressed a moan. Damn, but that had been a sexy sight to see last night.
She wanted to see it again.
“What happened when you submitted?” he rasped.
“I, um, he blindfolded me, chained me to the wall and kissed me…with his crop.”
“Fuck,” he breathed. “How long did he beat you?”
Her laugh was but a sultry little sound. “Awhile. Until my ass was on fire. Then he fucked me while I was still manacled.”
“God, Cassie, was that what you wanted?”
“That question is one of concern, but your tone betrays you,” she chided playfully. “You liked hearing about my experience.”
He groaned. “Damn, baby. Like doesn’t even begin to describe it.” At least he was honest with her. After hearing about his dominant tendencies, she knew he’d enjoy hearing her story. “But you didn’t answer the question.”
“Did I like it? Well, yeah, Ian. I wouldn’t have agreed to it if I didn’t. But honestly, I’m not a masochist. I got off on the experience because he got off doing it.”
“So you wouldn’t want to be beaten just for your own pleasure.”
“No. Now that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t find pleasure in it, because I know I have before. But I wouldn’t wake up one morning and ask some guy to whip me with a crop for the hell of it.”
He made a noncommittal noise as if he was digesting this information, filing it away for future study. He was learning stuff about her that no one else knew. But Cassie didn’t want to be the only one spilling the beans tonight.
“What did you do at the sex club, Ian? Did you spank some pretty, young thing?”
“Yes.” His voice was ragged with need. “Would you let me spank you while I fucked you?”
She gasped at his raw desire. God, would she ever! Her legs fell open, her hand splaying on her exposed belly. “Oh yeah. I’d let you, and I’d love the feel of your hand on my bare ass.”
“Damn, baby, you have a dirty little mouth on you. I’d have given anything to be able to hear the whispered words you said last night while you touched yourself.”
“Mmmm…” Her fingers lightly traced her bellybutton.
“Where are you at right now?”
“In bed,” she said slowly.
“Good.” He took a deep breath. “Take you shirt off, Cassie,” he ordered, his tone brooking no argument.
“Why? You can’t see my breasts.”
“Because I want them exposed. Do it now.” He said it with such finality that Cassie sat up in the bed. He was giving her a taste of his dominant nature.
And she was more than eager to sample it.
Chapter Five
Ian sat on his bed, leaning against his pillows with the phone propped against his shoulder. He’d never had internet sex before last night, and now it seemed he’d be having phone sex for the first time too. He wasn’t some wet-behind-the-ears guy when it came to matters of lust. Truth was he’d had plenty of sex in his life. Good, dirty, sweaty sex in a multitude of positions and sometimes with as many partners who could fit on a king-size bed. He liked it rough. He liked it sweet. He just liked what he liked and wasn’t too picky about trying new things.
And because he liked exploring the boundaries of his sexuality, he’d tried that one time being a full Dom. It wasn’t for him. He liked being controlling in the bedroom. Hell, he loved that shit! But he also liked it when a woman exerted a little control. And he did not like the idea
