Protector (Doms of Mountain Bend #1) - B.J. Wane Page 0,61
Keeping her guessing was a sneaky Dom’s ploy she’d never experienced before. To take her mind off him, she changed into the pair of loose shorts and tank top she often wore to bed when at home, planning to leave them on instead of joining him in bed later naked, then went to find something on television to occupy the time.
“What are you watching?” he asked, coming into the den an hour later.
Lisa looked up at him from where she sat curled in the corner of the sofa, her heart flipping as she took in his wind-blown hair, deep breathing, and taut stretch of the tee shirt he’d changed into when they got home. Did he have to pack such a wallop every time she saw him?
She forced her pout into a teasing grin as she replied, “While You Were Sleeping,” knowing how much he disliked chic flicks.
He snorted with derision. “I’ll leave you to finish it, then, and get some work done in my office.”
Left alone to stew in a situation of her own making, the movie, one of her favorites, failed to distract her from wanting the very thing her burst of temper denied her. When Shawn still hadn’t emerged from his office after the movie ended, she sat through another Sandra Bullock feature, ready to cede the battle by the time she turned off the television two hours later.
She gave the dogs a bedtime treat then padded down the hall, jumping when Shawn opened his office door as if listening for her. “Ready to turn in?”
“Yes.” She waved a hand inside the office. “But feel free to continue working. Good night.”
The wicked gleam she’d come to learn could mean anything entered his eyes as he clasped her hand and tugged her down the hall toward his room. “Now, what kind of Dom would I be to let you go to bed without addressing the challenge you tossed out earlier?”
Despite the humor lacing his voice and the quick surge of arousal simmering through her veins, her palms turned sweaty from apprehension. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. All I said was I wasn’t in the mood tonight.”
“Ah, but that was a lie, wasn’t it? Never mind, you don’t have to answer since I know it was.” He gestured toward the attached bathroom in the master bedroom. “Go ahead, but come out naked.”
“What if I’m still not in the mood?”
“One” – he flicked a turgid nipple outlined by the thin tank – “you’d be lying again. Two, you have a safe word – use it if you’re serious.”
No can do, not after that light touch almost – set her off. I really didn’t think this through, she admitted as she pivoted and strode into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She took her time, hoping to grow a backbone against her traitorous body, but when his deep voice, vibrating with impatience, reached her through the door and liquid heat filled her pussy, she gave up.
“Lisa.”
Opening the door, she padded across the plush oatmeal-colored carpet, her entire body going cold then hot when she spied the dual bullet vibrators in his hand.
“Have you used these before, then?” he asked, drawing her forward when she stumbled to a stop.
“No, but I know what they are. I’ve never been much for toys.”
“Because you prefer jumping straight into the core of a scene instead of taking your time getting there, cutting off any chance to build a connection. Your previous Masters shouldn’t have allowed that. Lie down, knees bent and spread.”
Lisa settled into position on the bed, ignoring Shawn’s astute deduction, caving to the need for his touch again. The cool air wafting in from the slightly open window chilled her heated flesh as she spread her bent knees, but his potent, hot gaze on her gaping labia was all it took to heat her up again. Fisting her hands, she shifted under his silent stare until he raised his eyes to her face and stilled her restless movements with nothing more than a molten stare.
“Better, now don’t move,” he ordered, lubing the anal vibrator with its nubby nodules as opposed to the smooth rubber of the attached vaginal probe.
“Easy for you to say,” she gasped as he worked the bullet into her butt with slow twists and pushes.
He answered her remark with a sharp smack on her thigh that burned then throbbed, much the same as her anus by the time the toy lay embedded inside her untried orifice.
“Lisa.”
She sighed,