Page 35 of Mine To Break
She pulled one foot up on the couch and started to untie her shoe. “Darn. I was looking forward to having you kiss my feet.”
His thoughts tangled up, thick and heavy and slow. Probably because all the blood in his body had headed south. If she was taking her shoes off, maybe her pants would be next.
“No objection? I figured a big tough cop like you would quake at the thought of kissing a woman’s feet.”
He managed to shrug, though it made the rope burn across his skin. “As long as I get to make my way up those killer legs I don’t think I’d care.”
“Good to know. But I’m funny about certain things, likely because I don’t like sweaty or smelly feet much. If I’m fresh out of the bath, I’ll consider it. Feet are just too gross.”
He stared at her a moment, trying to get his brain to work. She didn’t like feet. But asked about a foot fetish. Did that mean… “What if I did want to suck your toes? Right now?”
She flashed a grin at him as she tossed her shoe aside and worked on the other. “I’d go take a bath first.”
That just seemed so… wrong. She was the Mistress. She ought to get whatever the hell she wanted. Certainly not do things she didn’t like. “That’s fucked up. Isn’t it?”
She tossed that shoe aside and stood, her hands going to the button on her jeans. “Is it? If two people care for each other, don’t they want them taken care of?”
Hypnotized by the slow movements of her fingers as she opened the fly and began to peel the denim down her thighs, he could barely string two words together. “I take care. Of you. Not the other way around.”
She stepped out of her jeans but left her panties on. Black lace, matching the bra. “That’s real sweet, sugar, but there’s more to being a Domme than getting my rocks off.”
Turning, she headed toward her bedroom. Well, he guessed that’s where she was going. She didn’t say and after a few steps, he couldn’t see her any longer. He waited a moment, trying to get his sluggish brain to work. She hadn’t told him to stay or follow. Was this a test? Was he supposed to wait here until she came back? Did he want to be a good soldier boy, as she’d called him? Or a bad, bad boy who broke the rules? What if she came back with something else to try on him? That bridle had been one thing. Fun. Easy. But he’d watched enough of her shows to know that she could bring out contraptions that might make him flee for the door without worrying about his pants.
“Aren’t you coming to bed, sugar?”
That made him scramble to his feet. Well, he tried, but it was damned hard to stand up when he couldn’t use his hands for leverage. He finally had to brace his chin on the arm of the couch and push up to his feet. “Fuck.”
“Yeah, sugar, that’s the general plan.”
She’d been moved many times over the course of her years as a Mistress, but Colby had managed to set off about half a dozen earthquakes tonight alone.
First, the pony gear. Trusting her enough to try it out, letting her experiment in a safe environment. He could have refused, and then she could have embarrassed herself on the show, not understanding how the most basic equipment would work or look or feel for the sub involved. Then he’d allowed her to take his hands and arms away. For a man used to protecting others, that was no small thing.
Then he’d been concerned about putting her kink above his. An unselfish lover, after many a previous sub who’d only cared about getting their own rocks off.
Just when she couldn’t imagine him doing anything more to please her, he’d waited on his knees. Waiting for her command.
So to reward him, she stripped off her panties and bra and laid down on her bed, thighs parted, making a fine display as he entered the room.
His eyes locked onto her pussy and he let out a growl. “I thought I was going to strip those panties off with my teeth.”
“You took too long.” She kept her tone light, but didn’t try to hide her desire. “Do you want the order? Or do you want to get down to business?”
He immediately came to the side of the bed, but hesitated. “Are you going to untie me first?”
“Now that’s a silly question, sugar.”
“Humph.” He stared at her a moment, trying to decide the best way to get into bed without face planting. Even though that’s exactly what she wanted. His face. Planted in her pussy.
She let out a little sigh, and trailed her fingers down her stomach, letting her eyelids flutter. Though she refused to shut her eyes. She wouldn’t miss a moment of his reaction as she slipped her fingers between her thighs. He quivered, all his senses going on high alert.
In her experience, nothing hurried a man along quicker than seeing his woman get down to pleasuring herself because he was too slow.
He mostly fell on her. Unable to catch himself—he evidently decided to plow in head first. To play with him, she pushed on his lips with her fingers, keeping him from getting his tongue fully on her. His rumbling growl of frustrated desire curled her toes.
Such a fantastic man. She’d never had a submissive so dedicated to service, without wanting anything specific from her. He didn’t want to role play, he wasn’t into any specific kink that she’d identified so far.
He wantedher. Her control, her touch, and hopefully her love.
