She pulled away, and he wanted to cry. “Are you clean, Rex? Are you seeing anyone else but me?”
“No, Mistress. I told you. Other than J—and we used protection—it’s just you. Been alone for months, and far longer than that, you want the truth…”
“Always the truth, you bad boy.”
He swore. “Fuck. You’re so perfect.” Desperate, he lost what he was saying as she blew him again, fondling with her skilled fingers and amazing mouth and tongue. “So beautiful. I want you. All of you, Mistress. Love you, Nat.”
She sucked harder, and though he tried to hold off, when she pinched his nipple and added her teeth just under the crown of his cock, he lost it.
He jetted into her mouth with such force he nearly passed out. The pleasure blinding him, a rush of ecstasy and love, falling into the one person who could understand him, who knew what he was and accepted him anyway.
The rapture consumed him, until he eased back to reality and let himself relax.
She’d swallowed him down, then pulled back, now watching him while she petted him all over, giving him the respite he more than needed.
“Jesus, Mistress. That was so good.” At once, he felt ashamed and turned his head away. He’d come, and she hadn’t. She hadn’t even given him her permission to release. One step forward, two huge steps back. Hell. How to win back her trust?
“What’s that look?” she asked softly, turning his cheek to stare into his eyes.
“I’m sorry. I came and you—”
“Swallowed every sweet drop.” The affection on her face was plain to see, and he couldn’t stop staring at her. “You’re sexy, Rex. So nice, so naughty. You seem too good to be true.” She sighed. “I’m not good at relationships, and I find myself wanting to keep you.”
He didn’t speak, not wanting to ruin the moment.
“I haven’t been with anyone, in a real relationship, in years. Once in a while I find a partner for sex, but it’s been a long time. Close to four months since my last encounter.”
“A friend of yours?” A surge of jealousy struck him hard.
“A faceless guy at a club. But I was…” She blew out a breath. “I was lonely, okay?” She moved to untie him, not looking at him while she continued to talk. “For a long time I’ve been the glue keeping my family together. Then the force behind keeping the city in top shape. I’m good at what I do, making sure everyone is working smoothly. But all that work has me staying pretty busy.” She swallowed audibly as she untied the last restraint holding him to the bed. “I put a lot of trust in you tonight. As much as you put in me, I know. But I… I want to see where this goes. If it goes.”
He didn’t give her any more time to second guess. He yanked her into his arms and rolled her under him, then kissed her. “Sugar, you have me in the palm of your hand. I’m your boy. Your sub. Your lover. Now quit talkin’ and start kissin’.”
She chuckled, then kissed him back.
The soft sharing continued until he felt her familiar tension. “You hungry, Nat?”
“Not Mistress?” she teased, running her fingers over his hair and pushing it from his eyes.
“Not all the time. We’ll see how this works. You and me, giving and taking.” He nipped her fingers. “I want to please you. Getting you off gets me off.”
“Does it now?” She stroked her fingers down his sticky belly. “You have a lot of come.”
“A lot more to give you, too.” He smiled. “But I’m no pushover. I’m submissive in every sense of the word—in bed. Only in bed, sugar.”
She blinked. “It won’t be easy. I’m used to men who either want to push me around on a daily basis or cower twenty-four seven. Why do you think I’ve been single for so long?”
He rubbed his nose against hers. “I get you. Hell, Nat. I’m single too. You know how hard it is to find a Domme who won’t be a complete bitch because I speak my mind once in a while? I like being bossed in bed. I like playing with men on occasion.” He kissed her again. “Watching Jason go down on you was fucking hot, but only because I was there. I don’t think I could handle you fucking another guy without me around.”
“Good. Because I don’t want you with another woman at all. Period.” She gripped his shoulders tight, and his cock stirred when it should have been too tired to get up again. “Another man, but only if I say so. You’re my boy. Nobody else’s.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” He sighed into her kiss. “We’re gonna have some hiccups, I won’t lie. But I want to see where this goes with you. You okay with that?”
“I might be.” She rubbed her legs over his, and her smooth calves aroused him all over again. “You have to swear that what we do stays between us.”
“Of course.” He pulled back from her, frowning. “You think I want my parents or friends knowing I’m a pussy in bed?”
“Not a pussy. My submissive.”
“Yeah, but you get what I’m sayin’. It’s all fine if I’m a guy and I want to dominate a woman. I’m a kinky bastard, but I’m still a man.” He blew out a breath, willing her to understand. “But a guy who wants his woman to beat his ass, watch him get fucked by a partner, or told what to do? That’s just weird to most, even those who play at the club.”
She looked into his eyes. “Not to me.”
“Good.” He hugged her, feeling her nipples rub against his own. “I want us to be honest with each other. About everything. You have to tell me if somethin’ is wrong, sugar. Same with me. Or this won’t work.”
“I know.”
They watched each other with caution.
“So,” she said.
“So,” he repeated.
“You got me all hot and bothered when you came down my throat. Then with all those kisses.”
He smiled and licked his lips. “Well, Mistress, I’m hopin’ I can please you again. What say I lick my way to your happy ending?”
“I thought you’d never ask…”
Rex spent the rest of the week floating on air. His parents had asked him about Nat, correctly guessing her to be the reason for his amazing mood. But she was still new, and he didn’t want to ruin anything before they could really get started. So he waited before mentioning her again.
“She’s special,” he told his mother over peach cobbler one evening. Nat had scheduled a late meeting, and he planned to see her at her place in another hour.
“How special?” His mother put a dollop of whipped cream over his dessert.
His appetite left him as he thought about how perfect life with Nat was turning out to be. “Special enough that I want her comfy with me before I show her how close we all are. She’s the one, Momma. My one.”
“Oh, I knew it.” Sue rounded the kitchen island and hugged him. “When your daddy and I saw you two dancing at the gala, I saw that look in your eye. I told him, ‘Harry, that’s the girl Rex is gonna marry.’”
“Sure you did.” He grinned.
She put her hands on her hips and frowned. “I did. Harry, get in here,” she yelled.
“What?” His father ambled into the kitchen wearing his glasses and holding his cell phone. “Honey, I’m waiting on a call.”
“Tell the boy what I said at the gala.”
“About his girl? The one you already added to the family tree?” His father winked, stole a bite of Rex’s dessert, then left when his phone rang. “Hey, Mike. Yeah, I have those figures…”
“I told you.” His mother nodded.
“Yeah, well, Nat and I are taking it slow. I was thinking we could do a family dinner this weekend if that’s okay.”
“That’s perfect. What should I cook?”
Of course his mother would cook. No eating out at a fancy restaurant to impress her son’s girlfriend. No sirree. He swallowed a sigh and prayed that Nat wouldn’t be scared off by his family’s closeness, no matter what she’d already said about liking his ties. She tended to veer on the reserved side when it came to feelings, and his mother didn’t know the meaning of the word.