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  So they weren't going to the club. It was a little disappointing, but the sight of that bag and the knowledge that it was full of kinky goodness brought Ronnie right back to her happy place.

  She fairly skipped up the stairs, twitching her ass and switching her skirt as Ian followed her.

  “Feeling a little sassy, are you?”

  She glanced over her shoulder. “Me?”

  His deep chuckle filled the stairwell and had desire pooling low in her belly. Ohh, she wanted his touch so much.

  They didn’t speak again as he held out his hand and she put her keys into it. He opened the door then walked in behind her, closing it, the click of the deadbolt locking sounding loud in the silence.

  He dropped the bag, turned and pulled her into his arms. Their lips met, and she immediately opened beneath his hungry, voracious kiss. Her hands gripped his shoulders and slid around to his back and down to his tight ass. He was so hard and hot, his muscles playing under her fingertips as they roamed his body.

  Then his hands were on her shoulders, pushing her back. “Present yourself to me.”

  Should she go to the bedroom? No, he didn’t say in the bedroom. Ronnie stepped away, pulse pounding as hot blood rushed through her body, heating and softening everything inside her for his use.

  As she stripped off all of her clothes, Ian moved into the middle of the living room and began to pull things out of his bag.

  She tried desperately not get distracted by the toys but each one she saw turned her on a little bit more. When she was naked, she planted her feet a little more than shoulder width apart, raised her arms, and put her hands behind her head. Then she waited.

  “Very good, Ronnie,” Ian said as he moved to stand directly in front of her. He looked into her eyes and she got the feeling she could hide nothing from him. “You remember your safeword?”

  “Red”

  “And if you get scared?”

  “Yellow.”

  He watched her closely, “You seemed disappointed when we came back here. Why?”

  Uh oh. She focused on the strong column of his neck, avoiding his gaze as she wondered what to say.

  Strong fingers griped her chin. “Look at me, Ronnie.”

  She lifted her gaze, seeing the demand in his. “I thought we were going to the club after dinner, and it surprised me when I realized you were bringing me right home.”

  “Why were you surprised?”

  “It’s Friday night,” she said without thinking. “I just assumed when you asked to see me on Friday, that meant we’d go to the club.”

  “I asked to see you because we’re building a relationship.”

  She started to pull back and bit her tongue, but stopped. Honest communication was imperative. “But it’s a Dom/sub relationship.”

  “It’s still a relationship, Ronnie. There’s more to it than just being in the club.”

  She bit her lip, and he frowned, so she spoke quickly. “We’ve been talking to each other all week. We didn’t go on Monday or Wednesday, and I know it’s open those nights, too.”

  “It is.” He let go of her chin and stepped back.

  When he moved over to the toys he’d laid out on the coffee table, the warm, fluttery feeling in her belly solidified into a rock, and Ronnie had the horrible feeling she’d fucked up.

  He looked up at her, his eyes inscrutable. A shiver danced down her spine, and his gaze sharpened, missing nothing. He moved to his toys and came back to her with some sort of harness that she’d never seen before. He slid the collar around her neck from behind. Another thick strap of leather went around her waist. The weight of the leather connecting them lay against her spine, and a low throb began in her core again. By the time Ian had pulled first one wrist down to hook into a padded cuff at the small of her back, then the other, she was so aroused, her skin so sensitized, that even the air on her nipples shot little tingles through her.

  He moved to the front and ran a finger under the collar, gazing into her eyes, and she didn’t even try to hide her excitement.

  Ian’s lips turned up at the corners, and her belly clenched in response.

  “You said you wanted to go for it, that you wanted it all. Has that changed?”

  “No, Sir!” Why would he even think that?

  “And it was your idea to give up all control whenever we were together, not only when we were in the club, right?”

  “Right.” Why was he talking about this? She didn’t get it.

  He toyed with the ends of her hair, tugging lightly on a lock of it. “I like the club, baby. And I know you’re eager to play there, but I want more than just club play from you. I thought I made myself clear.”

  He had. “You did.” He offered everything— “You’re giving me everything I’ve dreamt of, Ian.”

  “Then you trust me to get us there?”

  “Yes! I’m standing here naked and hog tied, aren’t I?”

  He stilled, and Ronnie froze. “Oops.”

  She could swear she saw his lips twitch. “Oops, indeed. Is that any way to speak to your Dom when he’s trying to impart something important to you?”

  “No, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir. My mouth just runs away on me sometimes.”

  “We’ll have to work on that then, won’t we?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said softly.

  He cupped the side of her head, running his thumb over her cheek. “I didn’t take you to the club tonight because I want us to build a connection first. I want to get to know more about you and the way you respond to things so when we do take it live there, it’ll be everything you dreamed of.”

  Ohh. Her heart swelled, and she swayed toward him. “Thank you.” And she would be patient about going to the club. She did trust Ian, and what he’d said made so much sense.

  His grip slid to the back of her neck, and he pulled her up onto her toes, forcing her to fight for balance as he took her lips again. Slower this time, deeper and somehow, darker. She moaned into his mouth, her brain stilling and her body firing up even hotter than before. When he pulled back slowly, licking her lips, and easing her back onto her feet, a slight trembling had already started deep inside her.

  “Steady, baby. I’m just getting started.”

  The heat in her belly bloomed in anticipation, and she sank deeper into her arousal. “Now, I want to play, and I don’t want to be distracted. So you will not speak unless it’s to safeword out, or I ask a question. Understand?”

  She nodded, smiling to show she wasn’t going to talk.

  He stroked a hand down her side and patted her butt firmly. “That’s my girl.”

  When Ian returned from the table this time, he held a spreader bar in his hands. She watched as he strapped in first her right ankle, then her left then stood to look her over.

  “Brace yourself on my shoulder,” he said and knelt down in front of her.

  “Huh?”

  He quirked an eyebrow at her, and she swallowed hard. Oops. No talking. Before he could do anything about her lapse, she leaned forward awkwardly, folding herself over his shoulder like she was in a fireman’s lift.

  So not sexy, but then she felt his hands run down her calf to her ankle. Warm fingers swept over the bottom of her foot, and her toes curled. He laughed, grabbed her ankle, and suddenly her legs were even farther apart.

  He’d needed her weight off her feet so he could spread the bar wider. Sneaky bastard. He stood, swatted her ass, then bent over to put her down again. This time, she automatically fought the width of her stance and wobbled a bit before steadying.

  “Okay?” Ian asked.

  She saw the evil laughter in his gaze and clenched her fists behind her back. “Yes, Sir.”

  He turned, lifted a solid looking black leather slapper from the table, and came back to stand beside her. “Now I get to play.”

  He started off slow, with soft strikes to her butt, her thighs, and her breasts. After each hit, he stroked his other hand over the skin, as if to soothe.

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p; It was then that Ronnie realized just how vulnerable he’d made her. Suddenly, she was highly aware of the leather around her throat, her wrists and ankles as her pulse pounded and her breath hitched as she fought to stay in a steady, upright stance. Closing her eyes she focussed on balance as the strikes came harder and faster and more focused on her backside with only the odd one landing on her thighs or calves. It was both harder and better. It helped her balance, but it also made all the sensations whipping through her body that much stronger.

  Her breath came faster and her awareness narrowed as each strike brought a new rush of sensation. Ian’s presence shifted from behind her to beside her, and she swayed toward him.

  “That’s my girl” he crooned as he stroked a hand over her breast. He rolled the nipple in his fingers then pinched at the same time a sharp strike landed on the sensitive under-curve of her ass. She cried out, eyes popping wide as she fell forward.

  Ian shifted, catching her against his chest. “Down,” he said, bending with her until they were both on their knees.

  Thrilled at her wholehearted response to their play, Ian wrapped his fingers in her hair and pushed. “Chest on the floor, baby. Ass in the air.”

  When she was in position he released his hold on her, slid his hand down her belly and between her thighs. He thrust two fingers into her soaking wet pussy and pressed against her clit as he began spanking her again. Each strike had her bumping forward against his hold, and soon her cunt was clenching hungrily around his fingers as she moaned and tried to hump his hand. He picked up the pace, but not the power, listening to her moans turn to cries of pleasure.

  “That’s it,” he urged her on. “Ride me until you come. I want you to come for me, Ronnie. Come on, baby.” Her hips pumped, and he landed three fast, hard strikes, sending her over the edge.

  He dropped the slapper and rubbed her fiery red ass cheeks with one bare hand and fucked her with his other until her cries faded and her body relaxed. When he pulled away, she whimpered, and he smiled down at her big dark eyes. “Good?”

  She nodded, smiling dreamily up at him.

  Ian stood, stripped off his own clothes then knelt down behind her. “Oooh, yes, please,” she said when his cock brushed against her heated skin.

  He bit back a grin and spanked her ass sharply. “No talking.”

  She bit down on her lip, her little fingers clenching into fists, but she didn’t say anything more. Pleased, Ian reached down, cupped her fiery ass, and lifted her so he could thrust home easily. Once he was seated deep inside her, he shifted to grip her hips and started moving. Despite the orgasm she’d just had, Ronnie’s pussy clenched at him with each withdrawal, sucking him back in eagerly when he thrust forward. Her hands relaxed and he fucked her harder.

  “Oh, yes,” she moaned. “So good.”

  He grinned. Oh, yeah. His little minx did like to try and top from the bottom, even though he didn’t think she knew what she was doing.

  “Shush,” he said as he hammered into her soft slick heat.

  “Oh yeah,” she moaned as her insides began to ripple around him in warning. “That’s it. Fuck me. Oh, yes, please give me your cum!”

  “Not tonight, my sassy sub.” Tingles ripped down his spine and, before he exploded, he pulled out then spurted his cum all over her bright-red ass.

  “Ohh ohhh,” she whimpered, her hands once again in fists as her hips pumped against empty air.

  Gathering his strength, Ian moved, slowly releasing her hands from the cuffs before taking the rest of the harness off and setting it aside. He uncuffed her ankles, eased her onto her side on the floor, and kissed her cheek. “I’ll be right back.”

  He stood, dropped the toys back on the table then bent down and picked her up. Cradling Ronnie against his chest, he strode down the short hallway and into her bedroom.

  Ian woke first the next morning, still cradling Ronnie in his arms, and was swamped by the pleasure at being in her bed. It wasn’t that he’d never spent the whole night with a woman before. He had, but it was different with Ronnie.

  He was quickly coming to realize that everything was different with Ronnie.

  After the skirt incident the week before, he thought she’d have some trouble with her new boundaries, but she hadn’t. Not really. She’d worn the flirty skirt with a frown, but then held nothing back from him at the supermarket. She hadn’t questioned him about where they were going for dinner the night before or argued when he told the server she wouldn’t need a menu because he was ordering for them both.

  In all honesty, his dominant instincts didn’t extend to that much control. He didn’t really want to tell her what to eat, or how to dress all the time, which was why the punishment for her talking out of turn the night before had been simple denial of what she’d asked for: his cum inside her.

  And he couldn’t deny that he would continue to push her buttons to see how she responded for a while to come. While he didn’t want a slave who craved constant guidance, he did want a submissive. Somebody who enjoyed making him smile and who got pleasure from putting him first, but who was also her own person. Just as he was his own man, but he enjoyed putting her needs ahead of his own, especially when she what she needed was a firm hand with a loving touch.

  As if sensing that his thoughts were about her, she rolled onto her back and mumbled, “I can feel you thinking. Stop it. It’s too early for thinking.”

  “You’re right.” He pushed the sheets aside and slid down the bed to crawl between her legs. He spread her warm pussy lips with his fingers and breathed in the pure raw scent of her. “It is too early for thinking, baby. You just lay there, and don’t move, while I have some sweetness for breakfast.”

  Chapter Seven

  Thursday morning hit, and Ian was unusually restless. Itchy. Normally, sitting in front of a computer put him at ease, especially in his own office. But he’d been having trouble concentrating all week. After making slow sweet love to Ronnie Saturday morning, they’d had lunch together at a nearby cafe, then spent the better part of the afternoon playing games at an old school video arcade on Western Avenue.

  They’d jostled for the joystick with maniacal glee more than once, with both of them winning some games, and losing others. Ian won most of the joystick games while Ronnie was untouchable at the wheel handling driving races. It was the sort of thing he’d longed to do with her as a kid, but never had because his friendship with Dave kept him from getting too close to her. Back then, the closer he got to her, the more he wanted her.

  It wasn’t any different from now. The more time he spent with her, the more he wanted, and it was distracting him. When his desk buzzed loudly just before lunch he was grateful for the interruption since he wasn’t exactly getting much work done.

  He pressed the call button and asked his secretary “What is it?”

  “There’s an Eden Morgan here to see you, sir. She doesn’t have an appointment, but says she’ll wait as long as she has to.”

  His gut clenched. “Send her in.”

  Ian was already moving toward the door when Eden strode into his office with the confidence of a domme on a mission. She didn’t waste any time getting straight to the point of her visit either.

  “It’s been almost two weeks since we’ve seen you, Ian. Is everything alright?”

  He realized she was there to nag him instead of deliver some sort of bad news and relaxed. It was right then that he realized there were very few people in his life that he considered actual friends, and the reason he was so damn itchy in the head was because he had no one to talk to about the changes that were going on in his life—in him. Her showing up was the exactly what he needed. He glanced at his watch, then smiled at her. “Got time for lunch?”

  Once they were settled into a booth at the diner across from his offices, and they’d placed their order Eden pinned him to his seat with a look. “Well, how are things going with you and Ronnie?”

  Despite wanting to talk, Ian found it hard to open up. “G
ood,” he said. “Real good.”

  The pretty brunette rolled her eyes and snorted. “Jesus, you’re almost as bad as Adam. C’mon, Ian. I’m not just here to check because you’re both club members, I actually care you know.”

  “I know that.” He shifted in his seat. “It’s just that things really are going well. Better than I could’ve hoped.”

  She raised an eyebrow. “But?”

  What did he need to talk about? She was exactly the person he could talk to. If only he knew what it was that was bothering him. As if sensing his problem, Eden started talking about her own work.

  “You know, being a writer is a weird thing. There are times I can’t stop thinking and my head feels like it’s going to explode with all the ideas and epiphanies happening in there, but the minute I sit down to write, my brain is blank.” She held out her hands, palms up, empty. “Then I turn into Alice chasing the rabbit and tumbling down the hole trying to dig through my own subconscious to find the gems that shone so brightly only moments before.”

  “What the hell are you trying to tell me?”

  She laughed. “I’m saying don’t think so damn hard, you idiot. You’re a geek, a hot geek, but still a geek. You’re used to being able to type shit into a computer, and it does exactly what you want. In the past you’ve been able to do that with subs too, because while you care, you’ve basically been emotionally walled off from them.”

  It was true. He’d thrived as a trainer of new submissives at the club because not only did he enjoyed helping them find their boundaries, and push past them, but because he’d been able to keep his work and private life separate. Now, with Ronnie, the mental walls he’d kept between the areas of his life were disappearing and he was dismayed by how quickly it had happened.

  It wasn’t Ronnie he was unsure of, or even them together that was throwing him off his stride. It was the fact that his two lives were blending into one now.