Page 21 of Her Ohio Old Flame

Her heart stuttered at the way he said it. No man had ever cared to ask. No one had ever treated her desire as something that mattered.

But Zane did.

And damn, if that didn’t make her want him even more.

“Now, answer the question.”

She had to think for a moment to remember their conversation, almost wished she didn’t. Her cheeks heated. This was a time a girl had to appreciate her skin color. By now, a white woman would have betrayed her embarrassment with a fierce blush. She inhaled sharply and quickly confessed, “I like to finger myself to orgasm before sleep.” She tried to roll on top of him, but he stilled her with his hand on her shoulder and pressed her back against the bed.

“Every night?”

She bit her lips and slowly nodded.

“That’s good information. How?”

She blinked. “How what?”

“Do you lie on your back, side or belly? Do you rub your clit directly or over the hood? Do you finger-fuck yourself or do you concentrate on your pleasure pearl?”

“Oh my god. Are you really asking all this?”

“Babygirl.” His grip on her shoulder tightened until she made eye contact. “I’m very serious about making you come. I can go the trial-and-error route, finding your hot spot and triggers, but as tense and in your head as you are, I can do with a little help.”

Honestly, when she pushed past the embarrassment, it felt good that he cared this much about her needs. “I prefer lying on my belly. I don’t like direct contact with my clit, so I set my finger on top of the hood, and I keep at it until I come.”

“Good girl.” Zane kissed her, licking at the seam of her lips, demanding entrance. She opened for his tongue, giving him her own. When they came up for air, he had somehow managed to unbutton her blouse and push it off her shoulders, essentially trapping her arms. She tried to shrug off the garment, but he halted her movements. “Ever tried bondage?”

“What? No!”

“All right. Do you trust me to take care of you?”

“I do.”

“Perfect. I’m going to use your shirt to bind your arms.”

“Why?”

“Well, firstly, I don’t want you to touch me right now.”

Dismay washed through her.

“No, no, no. Just drop those ugly thoughts going through your head. It’s just, I’ve waited a long time to have you in my bed, and I don’t want to embarrass myself by coming before I’m balls deep inside you.”

“Oh.”

He kissed the tip of her nose. “Yes, oh! Now for the next reason: you’re way too much in your head. That’s partly your incredible brain, and partly it’s because modern society puts a lot of pressure on women. When you’re bound and only can take what I give, it frees you from having to do anything other than feel.”

“Okay.”

“Lastly, I love bondage. For me, it’s a huge turn-on to have you at my mercy.” He grinned, and for a moment he looked like the boy she’d left after high school.

“All right. Do I get a safeword?”

He cocked his head.

“I’m not a nun, Zane. I’ve readFifty Shades.”

His grin widened. “She likes smut.”

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