Page 141 of Whirlwind

He kept his voice light when he answered, though. “Sure. There are lots of sexual things we can do while you’re dressed. You could even fuck me if you wanted to.”

Her eyes widened and he repressed a smile. It was adorable how Charlie had surrounded herself by so many confident, sex-positive people but couldn’t quite talk about it herself. She’d defend to the death anyone’s rights to their identities and kinks, but she still looked shocked when he said the word fuck with her in the same sentence.

“You thought I wouldn’t let you fuck me because I’m a Dom?” He watched her as he spoke, letting the forbidden word linger soft and sweet on his tongue.

She nodded. Her blush was gorgeous, and her shy look up at him was better than he’d imagined.

He needed to have the sex talk, but he wanted to seduce her with his words while he did it. See what she responded to and get her aroused and needy for the possibilities. Show her what they could both have together.

“I bet you’re sexy as fuck with a strap-on. I would suck you off any day. Just open your jeans and pull out your cock, then take it in my mouth.”

Her eyes went wide.

“And you could bend me over and take me. I’m versatile.” That wasn’t a word he used often, but it seemed like it fit their dynamic.

“That doesn’t seem like… a very Dominant thing to do.” Was she asking for more dominance or just curious?

“It could be if I told you just how to do it. Just how to please me.” He watched her face carefully and could see the arousal racing through her. She liked that idea.

“Or if you were into it, I could tie you up so you couldn’t move, then ride your cock ‘til I got off. You’d have to watch me come, feel me grinding against you, but you wouldn’t be able to touch me. You’d just be there for me to enjoy.”

He could tell that she was imagining it. Wanting it.

“Would you like that, sexy? Your only job would be to relax and let me do everything. To please me just by letting me tie you up.”

“I… I think I do.”

He rewarded her with a kiss. That must have been difficult to say. “I would love that. I think you’d be gorgeous all laid out for me. I want you to know, too, that submitting never makes you weak or less than your Dom. I know that you’re strong. This would be something that you gave to me.”

Charlie wrinkled her nose. “I think I’ve heard that lecture a million times at Whirlwind.”

Carla chuckled. “Probably. But it still applies to you. It takes a lot of courage to give control to someone else.”

“Now I wish I’d listened to Dakota,” she murmured.

“What? What did Dakota say?”

“They said I should… you know. Come over here prepared. With a... you know.” She gestured vaguely, her fingers barely curled enough to form the lewd gesture.

“A dildo? A strap-on?” At Charlie’s nod, Carla laughed harder. “Oh, God. I can just imagine Dakota telling you that.” Dakota and their partners were incorrigible.

“God, I feel like such a teenager again. I should be able to say these words. Ugh. Dakota told me to take a strap-on, definitely as part of some stupid bet, and I wish I had.”

She looked annoyed with herself, and it was adorable. Another peek under her usually composed exterior.

It was amazing the change that had come over her in the past few minutes. Almost like he’d turned some key and opened a door for a more genuine Charlie to step through. This wasn’t her stern, gruff exterior or the aching, timid butch who’d been hurt so many times. Those aspects were still there, but there was a new level of confidence, too.

Was this about supporting her in keeping her clothes on? Letting her know that she could still be masculine and a sub at the same time? The relief of sharing her story and being accepted just as she was? Perhaps it was some combination of all three.

He hadn’t expected to do anything with Charlie tonight beyond, maybe, making out on the couch. At best, he’d been thinking that they’d build up to things after a few dates, but he would have been fine with anywhere that things went. Hell, even ten minutes ago he’d thought Charlie was going to take off on him.

But if she was thinking about anything involving a strap-on, he wasn’t going to say no.

“Is that really what you want? I don’t want to push anything on you just because it’s something I enjoy.”

Charlie didn’t answer at first, but when she did, she spoke with conviction. “I think I… I want to try this. I’m still figuring things out, but… well, I’m figuring things out.”

He gave her a moment to think.