Cav looked comfortable, reclining, one foot on the coffee table, the other on the floor, knees wide as he stared at the television.
As I dropped my coat onto the chair, I didn’t bother to look to see what he was watching. I didn’t care.
Before he could say anything, I held up my hand as I passed in front of him. “Don’t say a fucking word.”
I went to the kitchen, grabbed a glass, and poured two fingers of scotch into it. I tossed it back, set the glass down, then, without saying a word to Cav, went to my bedroom.
I stripped off my clothes and headed for the shower. Although I felt cleaner when I was finished, the hot water had done little to ease the tension in my shoulders. My dick was back in the living room, already making plans for the sexy man on my sofa, but my brain was trying to come up with ways to punish him.
I wrapped the towel around my hips, then headed for the living room. What I needed was a submissive. Not just any submissive though. I wanted Jamie. I wanted her on her knees waiting for me. I’d been thinking about it all damn night.
Cav might not be submissive, but he’ll do in a pinch.
Yes, Cav would work, too. He wasn’t the submissive I imagined but only because he wasn’t a submissive. I craved him like a drug, sure. However, I knew he couldn’t curb the yearning I had for domination.
I stepped into the living room, stopped dead in my tracks.
Well, will you look at that?
Nope. No submissive for me tonight, but I would have Cav. And while he wasn’t on his knees, he did appear to be waiting for me. Flat on his back on the sofa, completely naked, his dick in his hand. I paused, watching as he stroked himself slowly.
“Did I tell you to touch yourself?” I asked on impulse, fury simmering in my gut.
Those baby blues slid up to my face. “In case you don’t remember, I don’t need your permission.”
I inhaled deeply, let it out slowly. “Don’t you?”
His hand stilled momentarily as though he was considering that. It was the first sign I’d seen from him that there might be a part of him willing to submit to me. The other night, when he’d jacked off while giving me the details of his date hadn’t counted. I hadn’t been commanding him then and he damn sure hadn’t been submitting. It had been a test, sure. A feeble attempt to figure out just what he needed from me.
For the record, I still had no fucking idea.
“Stop,” I ordered, and his hand stilled completely.
Yeah. He was willing to submit to me.
The mere thought had my dick hardening.
“Stand up.”
Cav slowly got to his feet, wary eyes settling on my face.
I remained where I was. “You want me tonight, you’ll do exactly what I tell you.”
He offered a slight nod. I took it as a good sign.
“On my bed.” I stepped back, motioned toward my bedroom. “On your back.”
I followed him into my bedroom, dropping the towel as I went. My attention was focused on the long, lean length of him, his firm, tight ass. The man was smaller than me, not as broad or thick, but what he lacked in breadth, he certainly made up for in brawn. Every perfectly sculpted muscle shifted as he walked, and I found my lips tingling with the need to graze every inch of his body.
Rein it in. Take your time. He’s not going anywhere.
True.
Once Cav was on the bed, I flipped on the lamp on the nightstand. I wanted to see this. I wanted to gauge every expression, to see in his eyes just what he wanted from me. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had Cav alone. Not like this. Not with so much heat between us. There was no way to deny that I’d wanted him for years, but I had honestly pushed the thought aside, figuring I could never have him.
The fact that he was naked and in my bed said otherwise.
“Do I have a safe word?” he taunted, his eyes narrowed, mischief glittering in the baby blue.
I stared at him, considered it. “No.” He wouldn’t need one.
He gave a slight nod of his chin. Acceptance.
I fucking liked that.
It took me a minute to retrieve the toys I wanted from my closet, my mind already categorizing all the ones I would purchase to use on him in the future. Cock rings, ball stretchers, butt plugs. Yeah. I could have some serious fun with this Dom.
When I returned, Cav was still there on my bed. He hadn’t moved. His eyes followed me around the room as I made my way to the other side of the bed. When I pulled out the leather wrist restraints, he raised one arm, offering himself to me.
