Page 19 of Just Past Two

She responded immediately. “When it pleases you, Sir.”

Abby’s breath was shallow, her eyes dilated, hands clenched on her thighs as she watched them. In the time since they’d sat down, she’d sat up straighter, almost leaning forward, captivated.

Sam stroked a gentle hand down her back, reminding her that he was next to her, and she glanced over before looking back at the scene. She’d done this to herself, back in the room downstairs: held off her orgasm impossibly long. She wanted him to control her. Maybe he could do it like this. He could tease her, get her needy and desperate, just like the woman across the room right now, begging and squirming on the hands of that man. Her Dom. Abby was so controlled, even in her playfulness. He could take that control away from her, and she wanted him to do so. She’d shown hints of it before and now said it outright. He could strip that composed exterior down and make her submit. Thinking about this had him half hard again.

He leaned closer to Abby’s ear. “You wish you were her?”

Abby’s lust-blown eyes were all the confirmation he needed. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

“Do you like the thought of me controlling you like that?” Sam’s heart had begun beating faster, too, knocking against his ribs.

Abby licked her lips. “Yeah. But I can’t really picture it.”

Of course she couldn’t picture it. He’d been sweet, loving, and affectionate, ten years of compassion, and apparently that meant she couldn’t see him as anything other than her caring husband. That was good, in so many ways. But he could see the appeal of deviating from that standard, shifting from her sweet lover to the controlling Dom who forced her to submit to more pleasure than she could take. And if it was out of his comfort zone? Fine. He could step outside his comfort zone and show her that she’d been underestimating him all this time.

The girl on the X sobbed again, and they both looked back toward the wall. “Do you think he’ll let her come?” Sam asked.

“Fuck, I hope so,” Abby said quietly. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”

On a hunch, Sam gathered a fistful of her hair. He squeezed at the root, pulling her hair just enough that she gasped and followed his hand. That took his dick from half-mast to fully hard. “I think you’ll take it as long as I tell you to watch.”

Abby gasped, an audible intake of breath so loud that someone nearby turned to look at them, but she had eyes only for Sam. Her lips twitched in a small smile. “Yes, Sir.”

His grip slackened, a sudden flood of arousal taking his breath away. Those words sounded so good on her lips. Conflicting feelings rose up inside him: he shouldn’t want her to submit, but he did; he wanted to feel that rush of power from knowing she would do what he told her.

“Suck my cock.”

The words tumbled out, and Abby waited, like she still wanted to see if he meant them. Still with his hand in her hair, he squeezed once more, making her wince but also moan. He didn’t like seeing her wince, but the moan went straight to his erection. With fumbling fingers, she undid his fly.

He hadn’t expected to do this, definitely hadn’t expected to push her mouth down onto his cock, but he was guiding her head before conscious thought caught up. Her mouth was sweet, hot, and so eager. He’d just come a little while ago, and his erection was too sensitive, almost painful, but he wanted this. He wanted to see what she would do.

Releasing his tight grip on her hair, he leaned back on the couch, trying to catch his breath as she worked him over. She looked so good bent over his lap, red hair spread across his trousers and the couch. The sense of control went right to his head, spinning up his arousal even faster than the sweet pressure of her mouth around his length.

Against the wall, the man had picked up the vibrator again and had it pressed between his crying partner’s legs. Her begging sounded so sweet. Abby would sound so good like that, begging to come, raw and vulnerable and completely at his mercy. He’d never really thought about it before, and now, he rolled it over and over in his mind, losing himself in the multiple sensations of Abby’s hot mouth and the other woman’s sweet pleading, until he came in a gut-punch of pleasure that blanked out everything but overwhelming release.

Abby lifted her head off him, brushing her hair back, her lips swollen and red and her eyes wide with lust. They both watched as the Dom across the room finally, finally said “Yes” and let his partner come.

Abby sagged, turning her attention back to Sam as he tucked himself back into his pants. “That was so hot,” she said, eyes sparkling. “I’m soaking wet.”

The idea came to him all at once. “I want you to stay that way.”

Abby tipped her head to the side. “Okay?”

“I mean. Until I tell you otherwise, I don’t want you to come.”

Abby’s mouth fell open. “But…I’m so turned on.”

That little bit of neediness in her voice was so hot, even though he’d just come. She said she wanted to give up control, and he couldn’t think of anything hotter than getting her worked up and desperate.

Maybe it was mean. This felt dark, building up her arousal and then keeping her from satisfying it. He wasn’t a cruel guy. Normally, it wasn’t in him to deny her even the slightest thing she wanted. She didn’t ask for much, either, content in the day-to-day life they’d woven together.

But now, she’d revealed that she did want more. She wanted something kinky, and controlling, and naughtier than they’d ever done before. If she really wanted that, if she really wanted to submit to him, she was going to find out what that meant. Something controlling welled up inside him, the part of him that got hard thinking about her begging him for pleasure.

“I know you’re turned on. I like it.” He brushed her hair back and smiled. “Unless, of course, you’d rather call all this off. But if you want me to control you, then I’m going to control you.”

Abby’s eyes narrowed, and she smiled a wicked, challenging smile. “Yes, Sir.”

Chapter Four