“Yes.”
In the contemplative silence that followed, she heard long, controlled exhales, as if he were highly aroused just thinking about what he wanted to do to her.
“I warn you, I’m not for the faint of heart,” he said, his restrained voice full of gravel.
She moaned as the K-Y gel did its thing, making her sensitive flesh hot and cold in turns. The tingling sensations were both numbing and invigorating.
“Duly noted.” She needed to hear that voice describe all the naughty things he was thinking. “Now, tell me what you would do to me if you were here.”
He made a soft huffing noise. “You do like to top from the bottom, don’t you?”
Her fingers stuttered over her clit. She had done tons of research on the BDSM community for her books. Topping from the bottom was terminology from the lifestyle. It was something a Dominant said when a submissive tried to control a scene.
Did this mean that Bourbon was—
She didn’t even dare think it. She couldn’t have been that lucky.
“I’m going to enjoy breaking you of that habit,” he added a moment later.
Yes, yes! Break me!
Her unknown caller sure came off like a Dom. Maybe—just maybe—he was.
If so, this was as close as she’d come to living out her fantasies. Writing books was great, and all the BDSM research she’d done had certainly fed into her desires, providing her with a framework to use as a backdrop for the games she had played in her mind since high school, but now she’d found a man who appeared well-versed in the real-life world of domination and submission.
“I’ve been a bad girl,” she said, too far gone to care whether he knew she was onto him. Her orgasm had already peeked out from within the shadows and was on a slow build to detonation.
“Yes, you have. Very bad. And if I were there with you, I would bend you over the back of a chair and take a leather strap to your very fine, smooth ass and remind you who’s boss.”
Jenna’s whole body shivered as she opened her legs wider, fingering her clit furiously as a vortex of heat swirled faster and brighter from her center.
“You like being spanked, don’t you?” he asked, the tension in his voice growing.
“Yes.” She’d only ever been spanked once, but it had led to one of the best sexual experiences of her life.
“Do you want me to spank you?”
She nodded as her orgasm continued to build. “Yes.”
“You purposely disobey me just so I’ll spank you, don’t you?”
Right now, she would agree to anything he said. “Yes.” She whimpered, thrusting her hips almost uncontrollably now.
“You like when I spank you. It excites you. Gets you wet. Because you know that spanking you gets me hard. And you want all that hardness inside you, don’t you? You want me to fuck you.”
“Yes,” she whispered on a shaky exhale. She was on the verge of coming. Just a few more seconds . . .
“You will kneel on the bed facing the headboard, and I will tie your wrists to the posts, bend you over, and fuck your tight little pussy while I insert my thumb in your ass and—”
Fantasy met reality as Jenna’s orgasm slammed into her with shattering force. Crying out, she arched off the bed, fisting the comforter with one hand as her shuddering thighs clamped closed around the other.
Every muscle in her lower abdomen clenched and released, the sensations heightened by the anal plug still nestled inside her and the low, hungry rumble of his voice as he said, “That’s it, come around my thick cock. Let me feel your pussy suck on me.”
Panting through wave after wave of receding pleasure, she rolled onto her side, her legs still pressed together, her body trembling.
She’d finally found him. A real-life Dom. And despite not having laid a finger on her, he had made her come harder than she had in years.
Just what had she gotten herself into? And how would she ever extricate herself from him? A man she’d never seen, whose name she didn’t even know, but whose voice was better than her Pocket Rocket at getting her off.
Chapter Four
“Bad girl,” he said.
Bad? No, no, she was good. So good. Right now, she was exceptional. Then again, she had just come. Hard. She’d never been better.
Somehow, she didn’t think that was what he was referring to, though.
Before she could respond, he said, “You came before I gave you permission.”
Oh yeah, he was definitely a Dominant.
He released a resigned sigh. “But I suppose I’ll let you get away with that just this once. After all, this was all for just a bit of fun, wasn’t it?”
She grinned and rolled onto her back again, finally able to remove her hand from between her legs.
“Am I allowed to ask your name?” she asked.
“Warren. Yours?”
She considered giving him an alias, but she didn’t want to play games. “Jenna.”
Neither of them said anything for a few moments. Jenna was still too caught up in the lingering sensations spinning through her body like fading tornadoes, and Warren sounded like he knew she needed a little longer to recover.
“So, Warren,” she said when she’d caught her breath, “you’re a Dom.”
“Yes.” Brief pause. “Does that scare you?”
“No.”
“I didn’t think so.”
“Why?” She rotated her legs to one side and stretched her arms over her head, luxuriating in the afterglow of her orgasm. “Are you psychic?”
He laughed quietly. “No. It’s just that the more I described spanking you and tying you up, the more excited you became.” He softly cleared his throat as if he were getting more comfortable. “Then, of course, you came without permission, before I’d even had a chance to get to the good part.”
That piqued her curiosity. “What’s the good part?”
“Nope, it’s too late. You came. Fantasy over.” She could hear the playful smile in his voice.
She groaned. “You’re evil.”
“You don’t know the half of it.”
Did that mean he was a hardcore Dom and not some wannabe who only played at domination
