Page 18 of Wild Pitch
His eyes shone back at me as I tried to put it into words.
“I don’t want to think. When I’m with someone else, my head won’t shut off. And if my partner asks me what I want, I lose focus and try to figure out whattheywant me to want. I want them to decide and take charge.”
As I finished my confession, the waiter returned with our entrees and topped off our glasses of wine.
“I need control,” Luc said once we were alone again.
I squeezed my thighs together, trying to create some friction as his statement woke up my long-dead libido.
“I think you liked that. I can see your nipples through your dress, and I bet if I slipped my hand up your dress, you’d be wet for me.”
“Um,” I stuttered nervously.
“Don’t be nervous, Kylie. We won’t ever do anything that you don’t want. Consent and communication are required in the lifestyle, and consent can be withdrawn anytime.”
“Okay,” I said, unsure of what I agreed to.
“Are you good at following directions, Kylie?” Luc’s eyes burned into me.
“I’d like to try,” I answered. Shit, even if my last failed attempt at sex didn’t leave me wanting to try, something in his stare did.
And that’s how I found myself in the ladies’ room, removing my underwear and dipping two fingers inside me. And somehow, I found that, yes, I was indeed soaked for Luc. All because he had demanded it of me.
CHAPTER 10
LUC
Iwatched Kylie make her way back to the table, her face flushed as she looked around the restaurant, almost as if she feared someone would know what she’d just done.
As she sat back down across from me, I set my hand on the table, palm up.
“Let me have them.”
She immediately placed her black lace panties in my open hand; I closed my fist around it and stuffed them in my pocket.
“And?” I asked.
Kylie slipped her other hand out, her wetness glistening on her first and second fingers. I clasped her wrist in my hand, feeling a slight tremor as I lifted her fingers to my lips and cleaned her arousal. Her eyes widened, and a breath of air escaped.
“So sweet, Kylie. You’re fucking perfect.”
Her eyes lifted shyly to mine, and she absolutely blossomed in front of me. This woman was made for me.
“Thank you, sir.”
My cock twitched. Maybe her response the other night was more of a sign than I initially thought.
“Kylie, are you calling me sir because some book you read told you to or because you want to?”
She looked down at her hands, which were again fidgeting.
“I called yousir, because I wanted to please you. Did I not?”
“Oh, baby girl, you did. Are we going to play tonight?”
She nodded silently.
“Kylie, if I ask you a question, I expect a verbal answer. If I want you to be silent, I will gag you. Answer me.”
