Nat had lost her mind the minute he’d walked through her door wearing that killer grin. Rex made jeans look like formal wear and filled out his Polo like a magazine model. He should have been too slick for her taste with that Southern boy charm. Instead, he made her laugh when she wasn’t drooling over his impressive arms and chest she was dying to try to wrap her arms around, inch by solid inch.
For hours she’d enjoyed herself, knowing she could have him if she wanted. Just a taste, a sip of his lips. Or more. He and R were the same person. She could feel it.
Why not take what she wanted, a nibble of desire, enough to hold her over until she got the courage to hit the club again? Even though she knew getting too close to her fantasies was dangerous, that taste of power when commanding R and J had seduced her into wanting more.
But not from R or J. From Rex. She wanted to own him.
She recognized an answering need in him too. And Lord love her, she wanted to give him—them—what they both wanted. Why deny their chemistry? She could have sex and not go too far into a D/s fantasy, couldn’t she?
Admitting she’d been with him at the club was still an unnerving prospect, because that meant exposing a part of herself she’d made a rule to keep hidden. Play happened behind closed doors, with faceless men she’d never see again. Telling a lover the truth about her needs had never worked before. Why try now and risk not only a broken heart, but losing her dream job too?
Just regular sex, Nat. Don’t get greedy. She could do this, play the casual lover with a man she’d come to regard as someone special.
“A kiss, hmm, Ms. Wielder?” Rex moved closer. “I thought we were just friends.”
“Friends about to fuck,” she said bluntly and yanked him to her. Tired of waiting, of fantasizing about him as much as she dreamed about R, she planted a kiss on him she wouldn’t soon forget.
Unlike most men, Rex didn’t try to overpower her. He moaned into her mouth, and his compliance pushed her to take more. Let go, let him take charge, she tried to tell herself. So she angled her head to give him better access, letting him take the lead, and nearly cried in disappointment when he accepted the challenge.
Rex backed her against her door. He took control, kissing her with demand.
Except…instead of turning her off, their role reversal turned her on. There was something forceful yet hesitant in the kiss, as if he waited for her approval, giving her exactly what she wanted without her having to ask. Crazy, but she felt it, especially when he trailed kisses down her throat and sucked at her neck.
She twisted beneath him, aroused and aching, needing to be filled. She gripped his cock through his denims and had the satisfaction of hearing him hiss with pleasure.
“Yes, Nat. God, that’s good.” He nibbled his way to her ear and whispered, “Tell me how to please you. I want to make you feel so good. So fuckin’ good. Mistress…”
Yes. She knew it!
Her breath hitched when his fingers dug under her shirt and made circles on her belly. Then his hand inched between them, under her shorts and panties. He stroked the V between her legs, coming close, but not close enough, to her throbbing clit.
Gripping his hand, she forced him to stay right where he was, lost in sensation. “That feels amazing, right there. Rub me, baby. Make me come all over your fingers.”
“Oh yeah.”
She needed this so badly, to be herself and revel in the release. No masks, no anonymity. She needed a connection with another person, a man to know her name and her face and still want to fuck her the way she wanted.
He watched her while he fingered her, and she stared back, not embarrassed or ashamed, but so aroused she wondered if a person could actually combust from too much pleasure.
Changing the angle of his fingers, he shoved a thick finger inside her while he continued to caress her clit, and the shock of intrusion shot her into immediate climax.
She cried his name as the pleasure cascaded through her body.
But Rex wasn’t done. He dropped to his knees and yanked her jean shorts and panties down to her ankles. Then he clamped his mouth over her clit and licked, stoking her higher.
He moaned as he ate her up, stirring her past pleasure into sensation so intense it grew uncomfortable. “So good. That’s it, sugar. All over my tongue.”
“No, wait.”
He eased up, and she speared her fingers through his hair, enthralled with the glaze of arousal over his lips. “I want you in me this time.”
He stood and put his hand to his jeans when she stopped him.
“No, let me.”
His hands dropped, and he watched as she slowly unbuttoned him. She ran her hands over the thick bulge held tight by his boxer briefs. She slowly pulled them down, exposing his heavy shaft with a torturous slowness.
He trembled, and her arousal rose again, seeing the pent up desire holding him fast.
Unable to resist, she dropped to her knees and took the head of his cock into her mouth.
“Natalie,” he gasped, then gripped her hair. As soon as he did it, he froze, falling back into the submissive role she’d once demanded of him.
“That’s it. Fuck my mouth,” she ordered in a low voice. “Let’s get you nice and wet.”
“But I…” He started pumping, his breath rough. “Whatever you want, Mistress.”
He was thick, so big and hard. And he called me Mistress.
She glanced up and saw the expression on his face, superimposing it onto R. Same shadows on his cheeks, same chiseled chin, same full lips parted on a moan. Rex. R. With her in her home, two worlds colliding, and for the first time in a long time, she was glad.
She gently scraped her teeth over him, and he shuddered.
“Fuck. I’m gonna come. Let me… God, Nat, I…”
He needed to come, but he needed her permission, didn’t he?
She let him fall from her mouth and stood. “Follow me.” Time to see what her boy was really made of. And God help them both when the truth came out. Because she planned on taking her bratty lover through his paces. Tonight, he’d show his Mistress just what he was made of. And if she liked what she saw, she might consider keeping him.
Chapter Seven
Nat continued to undress as she walked to her bedroom, until she stood naked in front of her bed. She turned around and crooked her finger at Rex, who had stopped in the doorway and stared at her. He still wore his shirt, and his cock stood stiff through his parted, unbuttoned jeans.
“Strip,” she ordered.
He obeyed without question, and she wondered if he was aware of how quickly he accepted commands.
“I want to make you come so hard,” he rasped. “All over my mouth. My cock.” He wrapped a hand around himself, daring her to punish him. She could see the naughty glint in his eyes.
“You’re a kinky guy, aren’t you, Reginald Samson?”
His breathing increased, and he rubbed himself harder.
“Yeah, a great big dirty boy.” One who needs to learn to behave. She loved this kind of play—taking charge, getting off on the thrill of power. And more, the thrill of meeting someone of a like mind, who wanted to experience the pleasure she liked to dole out.
“Let me please you, Mistress. However you want me, I’m yours.”
“Good boy. That’s much better.” What an amazing picture. Rex, naked and hard. His muscles constricting as he clenched his fists. His body hers to play with. “Let go of that pretty cock.”
He moaned and released himself.
“Now come over here and get down on your knees.”