But what Kelly did not know, and what I did not like to correct in myself, was how rough my shit had been. I had gone through some dark nights in my life too. It was probably for the best that I did not wind up with someone good—they wouldn’t have deserved someone like me.
And I meant that in every sense of the phrase possible.
“But hey, you don’t get mountain men in Florida!”
I smirked and indulged her. We carried on conversation for another twenty minutes. The answer, as was affirmed many times by her hand touching my arm—and at one point, even my thigh—was that yes, I had won over this woman. Granted, I’d only won her for tonight, and maybe she was just flirting for the sake of flirting.
But when women met men like me, “maybe” had a way of turning into begging awfully quickly. I didn’t need to try and persuade her of anything, because one, I would never try to persuade anyone to fuck me, and two, even if she insisted on me courting her, I’d get bored and move on quickly. As a dom, I didn’t have time for games like that.
“You know what,” I eventually said when her hand fell to my thigh a second time. “We’re just playing games here to feel each other out, but I know exactly what you want. So listen to me and do as I say. Follow me out. We’re going to the nearest hotel room. And I am going to rock your fucking world like you have never had it rocked.”
I could see Kelly trying so hard not to smile, but she was failing miserably. It was like she wanted to do this, but she somehow felt, I don’t know, like a whore if she did? She clearly wanted to do this.
“I mean, do we really—”
“Yes,” I said, reaching into my wallet, throwing a hundred to the bartender—I’d have a lot more cash coming my way after the recent job I’d done for my agency—and taking Kelly by the hand. “We really want to.”
“Well, I do, if I’m honest, you’re very hot, but, ohhh.”
I let my hand fall on her back before squeezing her ass. Like I said, as a dom, once I knew the window of opportunity was there, I dove through that fucking window.
“Damn, where have men like you been in my life?”
“Off to warmer places, for the most part,” I said, a truer statement than she realized. “Come on.”
“Not to your place?” she said. “Bit of a hike for me to mine, but I bet you’ve got a great place.”
I had to laugh at that. There was no chance in hell I was letting a complete stranger, no matter how fucking great she’d look in bed, see where I lived.
“Nice try, babe, but we’ve got plenty of options in the area here,” I said. “And unlike me, they’ll have made their beds. So you can thank me when you’re clinging to something as you feel an orgasm rising in you.”
I think Kelly would have jumped me right there if not for the fact that we were surrounded by snow.
Since money wasn’t an issue—or, better said, the desire for fucking overrode any possible obstacle in the way—we walked through the snow to the nearest motel, got us a room, and hurried over there.
As soon as I shut the door, Kelly came up to me and kissed me.
And I shoved her away, on to the bed.
“Oh, feisty one, huh?”
“Shut it,” I snapped. “You’re going to do things exactly how I want. You will obey my every command. And you will like it.”
The last one wasn’t so much an order as it was a prediction, but it was funny how saying it out loud usually led to the woman following it like a command. The narrowing eyes and blushing cheeks on Kelly said as much anyways. This was not going to be atypical, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t going to be fucking fun.
I came over to her, grabbed her shirt, and lifted it off.
“Stand up and turn around.”
She did as commanded like the good little girl that she was. She may have looked like a woman in her mid-thirties, but that didn’t matter to me. When I got into this thrill phase, when I became a DOM in the bedroom, everyone I fucked became a good little girl.
I unclasped her bra, squeezing her breasts while I pressed my hips into her ass. She moaned softly, and I only encouraged it more by biting into her neck. I loved how her breasts felt; they were going to feel even better squished against my body with my cock inside of her.
I moved my hands from her breasts and to her jeans. I unbuckled her belt, undid her pants button, and then shoved them down. Just like that, this woman was naked before me—and damn if she didn’t look every bit the part of Colorado native, as fit and curvy as anyone I had ever seen. Even if I wasn’t dominant by nature, a sight this sexy would have pushed me there real fucking fast.
“What a fucking sight,” I said, punctuating my words with a hard slap of her ass.
She let out an excited yip. I did it again.
“Oh, yes,” she said.
“You fucking like that, don’t you?”
Again, it was more of an observation than an order. But it worked all the same.
“Can’t say I’ve been spanked before,” she said. “But can’t say I don’t like it.”
“You think that’s good, wait till we get to the rest,” I said. “Lie on the bed. On your back. Spread your legs for me.”
She did so enthusiastically. She kept looking at the bulge in my pants as if she wanted to get up and make a
