Page 20 of Her Dom's Secret Past

“Of course you aren’t if you’ve never experienced it. Maybe we could try a few things and see if you enjoy it.”

“Why do it?”

“For me, it’s a big turn-on having a woman helpless. I want to be able to rock her world. I want to make her believe that sex with me is the best thing she’ll ever experience. It’s actually all about the woman, all about making her orgasm so many times that she’s completely exhausted, out of it. Before I came here, I was what you would call a Dom, a Dominant in the BDSM world.”

“Ooh.”

Shit, that sounded intense.

“I don’t know if you know anything about that world, but basically I like to order a woman around during sex, control her, take away her choices and make her do things. Of course only things we’d talked about beforehand. I’d never force anyone to do something.”

I had no idea about that world. I knew the terms Dom and BDSM like many people, but all I knew was a Dom was a man in charge. Still, it sounded kind of scary but fucking exciting at the same time.

I rarely orgasmed more than once. The fact John had already easily made me come twice hadmeintrigued by his boast about making a woman come over and over again.

“I wanted you to know, Ana. I want to be completely upfront with you.”

“Thank you, I appreciate that. I guess we’ll just see what happens.”

“Is there anything you enjoy? Anything you hate?”

Oh boy, this is intense!

“Um no, I like sex. I mean… Yes, I enjoy it and like trying things.”

He kissed me then and, hell, I knew I’d do anything he wanted as long as he kept kissing me like that. I wanted to crawl inside his mouth and it kind of seemed like he was trying to do exactly that to me. When we stopped, both of us were panting as if we’d run a marathon. He gave me a sexy grin.

“Ana, you’re damn addictive.”

I smiled back at him. His words were such a turn-on. The rain finally stopped and John released me, getting out of the bed.

“I think I’d better get back to my villa. It’s almost two-thirty. I’ll get things organized for our meal.”

I sat up and smiled at the man, drinking in the view with my eyes. He was standing there stark naked and unashamed. His body was sexy, even with those horrid scars. I could see why they hurt a lot. It was obvious they were still healing. I let my gaze travel all over his body. It was obvious that he was physically fit, from his washboard abs to the muscles in his arms. There wasn’t an inch of fat on the man and he was hung like, well, like the rumors about black men. He caught me staring and winked.

“Give me an hour or so then come down.”

“Okay.”

He leaned over and kissed me again, a soft gentle kiss, but it still rocked my world. He picked up his shorts and, sadly for me, dragged them on, spoiling my view. He blew another kiss and left. I hugged my knees and thought about what had just happened. It was out of character for me.

Yes, as soon as I saw him I wanted him to make love to me, hence the mowing down of the vegetation, but all the same to seduce a man I’d only met a day or two ago. Hell, I practically jumped his bones and now I was seriously considering letting him tie me and hit me!

Oh boy, I had it bad.

I kept trying to go through the crazy thoughts in my head, shuffling through what I’d felt, why I’d been so open, and all I could come up with was the fact I was on holiday and we knew nothing much about each other, had no pre-conceived ideas. Perhaps that was it—no entanglements. Maybe it would only turn out to be a nice, sexy holiday romance with no strings.

Whatever it was, I made up my mind there and then to indulge in it completely. I was honest enough with myself not to take things seriously, regardless of what John and I had said to each other about this being a special connection. Instead, I would just go with the flow and enjoy myself. The only danger would be if I fell in love, but it was a risk I was willing to take. I sat on the bed for maybe another half hour, then decided to shower and get dressed.

I made sure the topiary was still neat and not overgrown by giving it a quick manicure, and then I washed my hair. Once I’d dried off and given my hair a bit of a blow dry, I tried to decide what to wear. After pulling out a sexy, white lace underwear set and putting it on, I stared at my clothes for about fifteen minutes. In the end, there wasn’t that much choice—I could go for jeans, or else I had a cute white maxi-dress I’d packed in case I went up to the restaurant. The dress it was. It had a peasant-style top then flared out to sweep my ankles. The shoulders slipped down either side, but there was a tie-close which meant they wouldn’t fall halfway down my arms. I tied a bow at the neckline and examined myself.

The neckline slit showed off my cleavage. No need for shoes, but I thought a little makeup might be nice. I had some of that kiss-proof, twelve-hour stuff and that should work, and I smudged a little dark-green eyeshadow on my eyelids. Examining myself critically in the mirror, I decided I didn’t look too bad and gave a giggle before blowing myself a kiss. It was almost four when I headed off.

John actually had the villa next to mine, but it was still a bit of a walk. I was halfway there when I realized I should have brought a wrap. As the afternoon got closer to evening, the air was cold after the storm. I shrugged. If I got colder, I was sure John would have a sweatshirt or something I could borrow.

“Knock, knock.”

“Hi, beautiful, come in.”

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