Page 21 of Waiting for Him
He moved his hand to cup her cheek yet continued to brush her lips with his thumb. He’d thought she’d be too tired and stressed for intimacy tonight, but sex was a great stress reliever. His dick had hardened when he saw all the signs of her arousal—rapid pulse, increased breathing, swallowing hard, and nipples pebbling under her thin shirt. When her eyes had dropped to her lap, the natural reaction of a submissive excited him.
Fuck, her plump bottom lip was made for him to nibble on. He couldn’t wait any longer and leaned forward, replacing his thumb with his lips, teeth, and tongue. Groaning at her taste, he plunged his hand into her hair and held her in place while his mouth and tongue did wicked things to hers. His other hand found her breast and massaged the lush flesh.
When her hands went around his neck, he pulled away, and she whimpered at the loss of contact. “Wh-what’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?”
A rumble came from his chest. “Are you kidding? No, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just . . .”
He sighed heavily. There were things he had to tell her. “Kitten, when it comes to sex, I’ve changed, and I’m not sure what your response will be.”
His cock was yelling at him to shut the fuck up and get on with it, but his brain and heart were telling him this was important. He couldn’t go any further without telling her his wants and needs. Her submitting to him was something he craved, and he didn’t think he could live without it.
“What is it?”
The wariness in her voice was killing him. “When I’m with a woman . . . in bed . . . I need to be in charge . . . of everything. I like to . . . shit, this is the first time I’ve ever been nervous about telling a woman this. I’m a Dominant, Kat. Do you know what that means?”
Her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t seem as shocked as he’d expected her to be for some reason. “Um, it means you’re into . . . um . . . tying women up and spanking and stuff. The opposite of ‘vanilla’ sex, right?”
He wasn’t sure why he was stunned by her answer. After all, she’d been reading Kristen’s book about BDSM. “Yeah. That’s part of it, but it’s so much more. It’s about a power exchange. While a Dom may seem to be in charge of the scene, the submissive has all the power.”
Kat’s eyes narrowed in confusion. “I don’t understand. I mean, I’ve read books on the subject, but it’s hard to separate fact from fiction sometimes.”
“Yeah, well, a lot of books out there give false impressions of the lifestyle. You see, when a Dom and sub are scening or playing, as it’s also referred to, then a sub sets all the limits and boundaries. We use lists at the club that cover every form of play—what a sub enjoys, wants to try, or absolutely will not do under any circumstances. A good Dom will honor that list. He’ll push the sub’s limits, but if the sub says her safeword, all play stops. So, you see? A sub has all the power.”
She bit her bottom lip again, and he used his thumb to rescue the abused flesh. “What are you thinking about, Kitten?”
“I guess I don’t understand what people get out of it. I mean, if a sub has all the power, like you said, then what does a Dom get out of it?”
Getting uncomfortable in his current position, Boomer stood and circled the bed. He lay on his side facing her and propped his head up with his hand, then rested his other hand atop hers over her abdomen. His thumb rubbed her wrist in small, sensual motions as little goose bumps appeared on her skin. “A Dom gets satisfaction in knowing he has his submissive’s trust that he’ll take care of her. Her submissiveness is his greatest pleasure, and in return, his greatest desire is to give her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. Her mind, body, and orgasms belong to him, and he treats each as the most precious gift in the world because they are.”
Kat’s pulse sped up again as he spoke. He could see she was struggling with something but waited it out. He couldn’t rush this—it was too important.
“Can I ask you something?”
From her tone, he wasn’t sure it was something he wanted to hear. “Of course, baby. You can ask me anything you want.”
“You . . . um . . . you dropped a note in the bathroom this morning. From Tanya.”
Shit. He didn’t even realize his secretary’s call-back note was missing. He’d forgotten all about it. “And you want to know about her and the club.”
She nodded, and he sighed. “Yes, I belong to a private club. Ian and Devon own The Covenant, and it’s in the first building at the Trident compound, but you’d never know it from the outside. Tanya is a friend, nothing more. We’ve played in the past, but there is nothing between us relationship-wise. I don’t have a girlfriend, if you’re worried about that. I would never cheat on a woman I was in a relationship with.”
“I didn’t think you would.”
He interlocked their fingers and squeezed. “Well, honesty is a big part of my lifestyle, so I just wanted it on the record. And the lifestyle is a big part of my life.” He took a deep breath and forged ahead. “I want you to be part of my life too. We can start off slow. I’m not going to handcuff you and do wicked things to you . . . well, at least not yet. But I’d like to introduce you to my lifestyle and show you how good things can be between us. Can you give me . . . us a chance?”
Her hesitation was killing him. He prayed her answer wasn’t no. Holding his tongue, he noticed Kat shift nervously. “There’s, um . . . something I need to tell you. Something important.”
Oh, God help him. This was over before it’d begun. His wariness crept into his voice. “Okay. You can tell me anything, Kitten. Whatever it is, we’ll deal with it.”
“I, um . . . I mean, I’ve never . . . shit, this was easier in my head . . . I’ve never had sex before.” The last five words came out in a rush, and she stared at their twined hands, not daring to look at him.
Boomer froze. Huh? What the fuck! Was Kat saying she was still a virgin? She was twenty-nine years old! How the fuck had she made it to twenty-nine and never had . . . never done . . . holy shit!
Clearing his throat, he tried to remain calm and not freak her out. “Uh, wow, um . . . damn, didn’t see that coming. How . . . I mean, why . . . shit, help me out here, Kat. I’m not mad or disappointed . . . just shocked you never . . . that you’re still a virgin.”
Yeah, well, you could’ve said that a lot better, idiot.
He reached up and touched her chin, turning her head so she was looking at him. She was mortified—that was evident. But she had nothing to be ashamed about. In fact, he was thrilled no other man had ever taken her. “Don’t be embarrassed. Talk to me, baby. You said earlier you wanted to have sex with me. If you want to do this, we need some communication here. I need to know things to make it good for you. The first time can be uncomfortable if I don’t do things right.”
