Page 7 of Jacqueline's Quest

Jaq gave a nervous laugh and her cheeks turned pink. “What is pegging?”

He leaned in and whispered in her ear exactly what pegging entailed. "It's when the woman fucks the man with a big 'ole strap on dildo."

Her eyes went wide as she placed her hand to her chest and a gasp escaped her. “Aye dios mio.”

“Does it excite you?” He gazed down at her, watching as curiosity and bashfulness swirled in her eyes. “Knowing you can bend me to your will and make me cum with your big metaphorical and silicon dick?”

“A-are you serious? You’d let me do...That?”

Truth be told, he’d be willing to do just about anything to get Hannah back and to secure Christian too. He didn’t have any inhibitions and being in the lifestyle, it was all about breaking barriers and finding out new things about one’s self. “Yes. If it meant the difference between walking out with all of you or dying because our cover was blown, I’d do whatever it took to ensure our safety.”

What Murray he didn't tell her was, after he became a Dom, he'd also wanted to see the other side of it. Because in order to become the best dominant he could be, he had to understand the dynamic from a submissives perspective. There were only a few female Dommes he trusted. One of them had a membership at a club not more than twenty minutes from the base.

Mistress Mellie, after a few conversations over drinks, agreed to help him. He didn’t allow her to hold back on him either, not as though he had a choice in the matter anyway. Unfortunately, by the third session with her, Murray pushed Mellie to her breaking point. Afterward, they both agreed he’d make a horrid sub, and he should keep to what he knew best.Sometimes, the road hell is paved with good intentions.

Murray also didn't have a permanent sub by his side. His job took him all over the world. Add in ten years of searching for his sister, and he'd been more inclined to find a way to relieve stress than keeping someone at his beck and call. Not to toot his own horn but his aloof attitude at the club, kept him in high demand. And, due to the work he did with R.O.O.T, he could read submissives better than the other Doms.

“I’m serious.” Deadly serious. This mission was his life. Nothing had been more important to him than saving his sister.

“As you said, research isn’t the same as experience.” She grimaced, lowering her gaze.

"Unless we play on you being a new Domme and I'm your first sub." A plan started to come together in his head. "We can start right now, doing it here out of the public eye while we're waiting for the rest of the team. By the time we're ready to make our appearance, I'll make sure you're good enough to pass as a Domme, so no one second-guesses us."

Murray didn’t miss the sheer panic playing across her features, before she smothered it, straightening her shoulders. “I can do this.”

He squeezed her hand. “It’ll work, Jaq. I’d never risk our siblings if I thought both of us weren’t capable of making this work.”

She shook her head before eyeing him up and down. “You don’t look like the type of man who would kneel to a woman.”

Murray snorted. No, he wasn’t. For the last week and a half, he’d been imagining her on her knees sucking his dick until he came down her throat. Though, while in the shower, he jerked off visualizing himself on his knees, eating what he knew would be the sweetest, tightest pussy he’d ever encountered. The force of his climaxes stole his ability to breath and reinforced, for him anyway, they were doing the right thing.

“I’m not, but I know how to play a part, and so can you, check that, we can do this. I’ll teach you the basics and we’ll be fine.” He had to be careful with his words. Because being a Dom, or in this case, a Domme, was more than knowing a couple of tricks. It was a way of life and how a person carried themselves and how in tune with their partner they were. The hardest part for them would be finding that footing. At the moment, they were strangers trying to save their siblings. He let go of her wrist and held out his hand to her. "Trust me?"

A frown formed between her brows. She wasn't the only one overwhelmed at the moment, so was he. He did a better job of covering it. She lifted her gaze to his. Worry swirled in those beautiful eyes of hers. He wanted to reassure her. Lie and tell her everything would work out as it should. The words sat on the tip of his tongue too. When it came to voicing them, he couldn't get them to form. Building trust between them meant telling her the truth. Shit would inevitably go sideways.

It also meant getting past her inhibitions.

They didn’t talk about their sexual histories but at some point, they’d have to, especially if they planned on playing up their roles. No way in fuck she could blush when she spoke to him in explicit terms. Although, when he said he’d lick her ass, and her pretty blush covered her cheeks, his dick went rigid behind the fly of his jeans. Murray clenched his jaw and pushed the wayward thought from his mind. He had to focus.

Jaqueline placed her hand in his and he squeezed it. "For Christian and Hannah."

He nodded. “For Hannah and Christian.” Murray ran his thumb across the back of her hand. The silky smooth skin was the complete opposite of her calloused palms. In a lot of ways, she reminded him of, well, him. They were military, born and bred to be natural leaders and to take lives without compunction. “We’re going to have to have some tough conversations in the coming days.”

She licked her bottom lip. “About what?”

“Likes. Dislikes.” He shrugged. “What our hard limits are and our expectations of how far each of us is willing to sell this.”

Jaqueline’s features twisted in confusion. “How far we’re willing to go?”

“Subs have hard and soft limits. Hard limits are a firm no. It’s the things a submissive will never do. A Dom or Domme will respect a sub’s hard limit and if they don’t, they’re not a Dom of any respect or standing. Soft limits are something they’re not sure about, whether they have a fear of it or are trepidatious about trying it. A Dom, male or female, will always work with a sub to expand their horizons, so to speak.”

Jaqueline nodded. “What are…” She cleared her throat and straightened her shoulder, as though she were giving herself a mental pep talk. “your hard limits?”

Murray smiled and answered honestly, well aware he was about to shock her again with his words. “I don’t have many. No blood play. No water sports or scat play.”

She gasped. “They do that?” Her cheeks turned an even brighter shade of pink than before.

His dick jerked against the zipper of his pants and his balls throbbed as arousal coursed through his veins.Whoa…down boy. His gaze followed the pink hue as it colored her tan flesh, down her throat and across her collar bones. He wondered if it went lower and what her pretty nipples looked like when they were hard.Fuck. Get your head out of the damn gutter. What is your malfunction?"Other than that, everything else is pretty much fair game, as long as your hands are on me, we should be good. I'm also willing to have sex with you if you want to. My soft limit is ass play."

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