I took a seat in the matching cream armchair. As I sipped my drink, I watched him, noticing the heated glimmer in his golden eyes.
“It’s a shame we didn’t get to play at Dichotomy tonight.” That had been my original intention when we’d arrived, but other things had kept me preoccupied. And of course, Addison’s little hiccup had derailed the rest of the evening.
“It is.”
“I’ll have to remember the next time we’re there that I owe you double for doing so well tonight.” I watched him beneath hooded eyes. “It’s also a shame that my playroom’s inaccessible at the moment.”
Yep, just as I thought, more heat ignited a flame in his eyes. My pup did like to play and I damn sure liked to play with him.
Leaning back, I rested my forearm on the armrest. “Remove your shirt for me. I want to see more of you.”
Ben leaned forward, then, with an effortless reach of his hand behind his head, quickly shed the T-shirt, revealing the solid slab of muscle that was his delectable chest. The hard lines of his abdomen flexed as he moved, and my mouth watered at the sight. One thing was for sure, just looking at the man made my dick hard.
The guy had always been in phenomenal shape and he worked to keep himself that way. Not that I asked that of him. That was simply the way Ben was.
“I remember the first night I saw you at the club.” I didn’t move from where I was sitting, simply let my eyes wander over the dark richness of his skin, the smooth planes and angles of his upper body. “You were out of your element.”
“That I was.”
It had been just shy of eleven years ago, but sometimes it felt like only yesterday.
“You and Simone had just split up and you’d decided to explore your dark side.”
Ben didn’t say a word, but I could tell he was wondering where I was going with this.
“Only you weren’t participating with any of the willing submissives who were trying to catch your eye.”
“I was contemplating it,” he said with a grin.
“Quite a lot of contemplating took place.” I grinned. “It took, what? A year before you decided to give in to me?”
“Something like that.” He didn’t appear upset by that notion.
I took a sip of my drink. “I remember the first thing I thought when I saw you.”
He casually lifted one dark brow. “And that was?”
“How I wanted to see those sexy lips wrapped around my dick. I waited a whole fucking year before I got the pleasure of watching my cock tunnel in and out of that mouth.” I crooked a finger, motioning him toward me.
Ben got to his feet, then moved across the room with the grace of a panther. He came to a stop directly in front of me and I could see the hard ridge of his erection behind the zipper of his jeans.
“You want me.” It wasn’t a question.
“You know I do, Mr. Parker,” he confirmed.
“Then get on your knees,” I commanded, the firm tone of my voice making his nostrils flare. My pup did love when I dominated him.
After setting his drink on the table beside me, he lowered himself to the floor at my feet.
Funny, I didn’t care much for seeing Ben on his knees, but I knew the same wouldn’t be said for Addison. I would love to see her kneeling before me, her head resting on my knee. Or better yet, I’d love to see her kneeling before Ben, his big hand stroking her head as she settled in at his feet.
“Look at me, pup,” I ordered when his gaze dropped to the floor. “And give me your hand.”
Ben’s glowing eyes lifted to my face as he extended his arm. I placed his hand on the hard ridge of my cock, wanting him to touch me even if it was through my jeans.
I held it there for a moment, grinding his palm down, enjoying the sensation while I swallowed the rest of my scotch. He waited patiently, as he always did.
“Before we get too far along, I need to know something.” I shifted my hips forward, then back, letting the friction of his palm do the work.
“Anything, Mr. Parker.”
I fucking loved when he called me that. Although he never referred to me by my first name, in these moments, it meant even more. It was an honorific he had chosen years ago and it worked for us. No one seemed to question it, even though at the office we were equals. That didn’t seem to matter to Ben, though. We lived the D/s lifestyle twenty-four seven, so I was used to it. But in private, especially when we were playing, it had a distinctive ring to it, something that spoke of his complete submission.
