Say Uncle

Giving In

Stepping in front of him, his face just inches from my core, I looked down at him, watching him grant me a hungered expression. At first, I was gentle as I raked my fingers through his gorgeous honey-brown curls, and then I became rough, tilting his head back and hearing him hiss in shock. “You like causing trouble, don’t you?”

For a flash of a moment, I noticed a lightning of sorrow hit his eyes before he returned to the suave, charming mannerism he’d been displaying all night. “Only the good kind.”

I lightly smacked him on the cheek, noticing his eyes dropping to my core again. As a dominatrix, I could make him eat me out if I wished, but I knew if he started, the no penetration rule would immediately be up for question. But, I wasn’t going to lie, I wanted to feel as if he was all talk and no walk. “Do you have a demanding job, Dem?” I asked.

He blinked at the change in questioning, his hair falling from my fingers as he kept his head up on his own. “Very demanding.” I noticed his Adam's apple bobbing, probably wondering where I was getting at. Be patient.

“So, you’re usually a man who likes to take charge and doesn’t take no for an answer. Am I right?”

This time, he smirked with a nod, eyes glazing over with a thought before disappearing. “Yes. I enjoy taking charge of projects and if someone else can't, I sure as hell will.” He spoke the words as though he weren’t entirely speaking of work alone.

“But are you good with taking orders?”

His nose curled at the question. ¨Yes and no. It depends.”

“On what?”

He stared straight into my eyes when he said, “The person.”

This time, I smirked, stepping closer to him, feeling his bodily warmth. Oh, man, he made me crave him, even with his arms behind his back and on his knees. He spoiled me with another charming smile that had my knees trembling, my fingertips now grazing down his cheek. His head instinctively tilted to fall into my palm, his beard smooth to the touch.

“Hmm, would you listen when I give an order?”

Those hazel eyes peered into me with such sweetness that I almost felt my heart lurch for a moment. Goodness, this man had me under a spell or something. No, it had to be the other way around. This was my domain, my sanctuary, and no one had even made me question my own authority in it. Just like the kitchen at Collimore, I led the room so everything would go smoothly and efficiently, and this was no different.

“That also depends,” he stated, finally lifting his cheek from my palm. For a second, it felt lonely until I scrubbed the thought from my mind. This man is a total stranger, a Demetrius among hundreds and thousands of people who will walk in and out of my life. What made him so special that my heart was doing summersults from just his touch? “If you said…kiss me, I’d have no objections. I wouldn’t mind…”—he got closer to me, to my already overheated treasure box—“taking a few licks, hearing you moan, maybe even calling out my name either. But you’re not someone that bold, are you?”

I blinked at the accusation, having to process everything he just said. “What do you mean by that?”

“You. You’re someone who likes to be in control because you’re afraid of losing control.” When I arched an eyebrow, he further elaborated. “It’s my job to notice things at a moment's notice—an accounting mistake, a disgruntled client, a rapacious business associate—with minimal information. And I noticed you, analyzed your desires you’ve been forsaking, and I want to give them…give you…some much-needed attention.”

My eyes widened at him, unable to say anything, maybe even a little afraid to say anything in case he “analyzed” me any further than necessary. I already knew I had my faults but I didn’t want a man like him dissecting me. To peel too deeply and find my inner weakness and grief I kept hidden, even to myself.

“You’re wrong, mister.” That only made him smile, looking up at me from his knees. Although he was in a powerless position with his hands behind his back, he still acted as though he were the one with all the power in the room and I just didn’t know it. I didn’t like that. He was partially right: I did have some issues about control, but not to any crazy extent. I could be bold and let loose. This! Us being in a freaking s*x dungeon, barely knowing each other, wasn’t bold enough for him?

Claiming back my decorum, I peered down at him sinisterly as I placed a finger below his chin. “I’m not afraid of losing control; I just know when to let my guard down and vice versa.”

He chuckled, now fidgeting a bit with his restraints. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll do my share, and all you have to do is give in to those desires you’ve been neglecting.” This time, I laughed. I haven’t been neglecting myself. This was my desire. To be in my sanctuary with a devilishly handsome man like him, committing unspeakable acts, and never seeing each other again. Mmm. We’d never see each other again after this. There was no reason for us to exchange numbers and information, no reason to continue this if I did give in to him, to the desire to surrender to his bodily charms, and never speak of it again. Yes, I don’t ordinarily give in to the members I ‘dine’ with here, but something about him made me want to, just this once. As though he could hear the thoughts in my head, he roused a bit of curiosity in me. “Tell me, mistress, and I’ll happily oblige.”

This is dangerous, the cautious side of myself warned. He’s dangerous in awakening the woman I used to be to the woman I had become. The women who wanted to have him wholeheartedly and without remorse or restraint. ¡Hazlo ya, Callie! That was my reckless, throwing caution to the wind, side, speaking louder and prouder than ever, and for the first time, I really wanted to listen and give in. He’s literally begging on his knees!

Fine! “Will you be a good boy and lick my p***y then?” Just this once and nothing more.

With a proud grin, he said nothing before extending his tongue out and its warmth hitting my nub almost immediately. I moaned at his touch as he flicked it gently before circling his mouth around it, making me even more wet than before. I kept my hands on his cheeks, drawing circles and moaning at how amazing it felt. Internally, I counted to thirty. Only thirty seconds of ecstasy and then I’ll get back into a better frame of mind. Tilting my head back, I pressed harder onto his tongue as it increased in speed, and felt my entire body shiver as he grew deeper.

16…17…18…19… “Awww,” I moaned, now curling my fingers into his hair, soon feeling his hands grab onto the back of my thighs, pulling me closer to him, my heart racing avidly. His tongue and lips moved like nothing I’d felt before, as though they already knew every secret spot to keep me going, and I enjoyed every moment of it.

Wait…

Mmmm, his tongue now traced the nub carefully with patience and skill I’d never known before this moment. His hands spread my thighs more, him growling against my sweet spot and I yelped at the vibration.

Wait…his hands…36…37…38…

The intense wave of an oncoming climax caught my attention as he maneuvered his tongue slightly to roll around the nub, making me squeeze hard, one hand on his shoulder and the other in his hair. Breathing heavily, the numbers in my head were beginning to scramble themselves into nonsense. 47…22…red…oh, god…yes…yes!

No! Callie, focus! His hands!

“Your…hands…” I gasped, knowing I needed to punish him for his insubordination, yet so close to the edge, I could hardly care where his hands were. As though to demonstrate their liberation from the panties I tied around them, he dug his nails into the skin of the back of my thigh, him now positioning a leg to prepare to stand. “Their…supposed to…aaahhh…”

I could feel him smiling against my core as the rolling of a pleasurable orgasm coursed through my body, my nails clawing into the skin of his shoulder to keep myself standing. No one has ever made me c*m that soon. A part of me felt amazed yet another was too shocked for words. Was that a good thing or bad?

Before I could even come down from the incredible high of that orgasm he granted me, he picked me up in his arms and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, his lips finding my collarbone. As he had me in his arms, he paused, looking up at me with those seductive hazel eyes that made my heart hammer cruelly. What was this man doing to me?

No, this was dangerous. He’s dangerous.

Nonetheless, I felt myself surrendering to him as he placed me on the soft leathery couch, his body now blanketing mine with a passionate heat that had my toes curling. His lips traced the length of my jawline, the dip of my cheek, and he paused, hovering over me, his lips an inch over mine.

“How contractually binding is that non-kiss…?” he asked, trying to catch his breath. His eyes were dark and captivating, his hand squeezing my thigh as though to keep himself from devouring me that very moment. “Will you sue me…?”

A piece of me found that question amusing, the cheeky side of me wanting to mess with the tiny piece of sanity he had left. “I think I might,” I lied. The worst thing that’d happen would be that we wouldn't be paired together knowing one of us had broken the contract…but only if Mise En Place knew…Twirling a strand of his curly hair around my finger, I added, “You should probably law—”

“f**k it,” I heard just before his lips pressed down on mine, capturing them hungrily and without remorse.

Fuck it.

His lips were soft and warm and fit within mine. Deepening the kiss, I could taste myself on his tongue, pulling him in closer, my hands roaming everywhere and anywhere on his body, unable to get enough of his intoxicating virility. This man was making me spiral into a lascivious vortex I wouldn’t be able to climb out of if this lasted any longer. The vortex filled with his rustic, sexy aroma. His delicious lips that I couldn’t stop kissing. The way he held me to him as though I were the perfect fit to his body structure, muscles wrapped around me and ready to ravish me to completion.

Oh no. Oh god.

Was I surrendering to him? How did this happen? One minute I was the dominatrix and then next, he had me lying on my back, making out like lovesick teenagers.

Beneath him, I tried to grasp the tiniest bit of sanity, pushing his hard chest up so I could get some air from the tantalizing kiss. “My…my palate…” I tried to say before he tried to capture my lips once more, kissing the rest of my sanity. His kisses had me sated in ways I haven’t been in a long time and I felt my body tremble with anxiety, the lustful hammering of my heart now turning into panic.

“My…” I started again, against his lips. This time, I pushed with as much force as I could muster. “My palate’s had enough…” I breathed, hoping he remembered the signal for ending a session.

Even if he didn’t though, I smacked his cheek which came as a surprise, his eyes finally opened in shock. At that moment, I pushed his arm from around my body until I practically crawled to the floor, slithering from beneath him like a snake. The desperation to get away, to not feel myself falling furthering for this stranger I barely knew, rattled through me, taking over all my senses. Remember that heartbreak, a voice in my head stated firmly. Remember the betrayal; don’t get hurt again. Quickly catching my balance, I got to my feet, unable to look at him as I grabbed my blue dress and slipped in it in one jump.

Still catching his breath, he could barely say my name as I opened the door, “C-Callie…” And closed it behind me. As I raced down the hall towards the bar, I couldn’t even look at the waitress as I grabbed my purse from behind her, slinging it over my arm in a mad dash towards the exit. I had to get out before he could catch me. Before me made me feel as though I could fall into his arms again and surrender myself into a vulnerable position. Never again.

Pulling out my cell phone, I ordered a Lyft to pick me up around the corner from Mise En Place. Nudging the door open to embrace the fresh, brisk night air, I allowed it to calm my nerves and fill my lungs. I still wasn't out of the woods when it came to whatever happened in there but as I wrapped my arms around myself, soon seeing the silver Lexus, I felt a relief of safety wash over me.

I’m safe from him, I thought, climbing into the car as the woman in the driver's seat greeted me. I'm safe from falling for someone who could potentially break me again.