Forbidden Love Series (SubmissiveRomance) Complete Collection (3 page)

“I have to apologize,” he said, keeping his face buried in her neck. “That wasn’t my best performance. I promise it will be a lot more satisfying next time.”

“It’s okay, Sir.” Not his best performance? She shuddered to think about what he could do when he was on top of his game. Maybe she should tell him just how satisfying it was for her, that it was literally the best sex of her entire life. Maybe that would make him feel better – even though she didn’t think he had anything to feel bad about.

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ean eased out of her and climbed off the bed. He finished removing his pants. That was strange that he’d take off his pants after they were finished having sex, unless he was planning to do it again. “Are you okay? If I hurt you in anyway, you have to tell me.”

“No
, Sir. I’m fine. My fingers are a little cramped from holding onto the bars.”  God, she was exhausted. He untied her legs and helped her to sit up. “Thank you, Sir.”

He sat on the foot of the bed and took her legs, placing them across his lap. Then he massaged each of her ankles. “I’ve been told I tie the restraints a little too tight at times.”

“They were fine, Sir.” She watched as he worked his hands around her ankles and up her shins and calves. Olivia propped herself up with her hands behind her, and she let her head fall back to her shoulders. “Mmm, that feels good.”

“So, tell me, Olivia, was it what you expected? Did you find what you were looking for?”

That was a loaded question. “Honestly?”

“Lesson number five, do not ever lie to your Dom. This type of relationship is based on trust, communication, and mutual respect. Without those three things, this will never work.”

“Okay. Well, no, it wasn’t what I expected. It was better.”

“Better?” He set her right foot back on the bed and concentrated on her left foot. “How was it better?”

She just realized she hadn’t been calling him sir. He hadn’t corrected her, and she hoped he wasn’t just going to punish her without warning. “Well, Sir, I—”

“There’s no need to keep calling me Sir. Play is over.”

“Oh. How am I supposed to know that? Is that something you tell your subs?”

He smiled and she saw a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. “No, you will learn by the tone of my voice.” Dean cleared his throat and said, “Kiss me.” His voice was deep and commanding. It was also sexy as hell. Olivia found herself getting on her hands and knees and crawling toward him as if propelled by some unforeseen force. Kneeling in front of him, she pressed her lips to his. Then he took complete control of the kiss and stole her breath. “God, you’re a great kisser.” That time his voice was different. It sounded normal.

“I see,” she said.

“You’re a quick learner.”

She smiled at his compliment. “So, I can see the appeal for a Dom in this lifestyle, being in control, having a woman do whatever you say, but what does a sub get out of all of this?”

“That’s the common misconception about this lifestyle and it really pisses me off. Yes, Dom’s are in control, but we have no real control over anything. The sub has it all.”

“What?” She laughed. “How is that possible?”

“The safe word. A Dom can only go as far as his sub will allow. Once that word is said, everything stops. And I mean everything.” He laughed. “Most people think that a Dom is in it for the control, and we are in a way, but more than that, we’re in it because we get immense pleasure from giving our subs pleasure. If our subs aren’t happy, then we’re not happy. It’s as simple as that.”

Olivia game him a confused look. “I’m still not sure I get it. If Doms get off on giving pleasure to a woman, why not just go get a girlfriend?”

“Because the control is arousing, too. But it’s not the primary focus of this kind of relationship. That’s what a lot of people don’t understand. They think Doms are just controlling sexual deviants, and we’re not.”

“Huh.” She wasn’t a stupid person, but for some reason, this didn’t make any sense to her. It sounded like Dean was talking in circles.

“Like I said, it’s about trust, communication, and mutual respect. A simple boyfriend girlfriend relationship isn’t bound by any rules. In a Dom sub relationship there are firm rules in place – for both parties.” Dean pulled her onto his lap so that she was straddling him. She was surprised to find him semi-erect. “Consider your last relationship. Were you comfortable telling him anything that was on your mind?”

“No.” In fact, lack of communication was only one of their many problems.

“With your Dom, you can. You can tell him whatever you want and he will respect you enough to listen, without judgment, and then if needed, he’ll help you.”

That sounded like a pipe dream to her. There was no way that kind of relationship could exist between a man and woman who were having sex. It just didn’t happen.

“Were you able to explore your sexual desires with your last boyfriend?” Dean cupped her breasts in his hands and kneaded them, his thumb grazing over her nipple before pinching it in that way that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her clit. “Before tonight, did you know you liked your nipples pinched? Hmm?” He lowered his head and took her hard nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.

She arched into him and moaned. “No.”

“With your Dom, you will. You’ll learn thing about yourself that you never knew. You’ll be pushed to your sexual limits and in the process you’ll have more pleasure than you ever thought possible.”

She lost a little more focus each time he touched her. “Does it go both ways?”

“What?
The sexual discovery? Yes and no. Most Doms know exactly what they like, so there really isn’t any self-discovery for them. But they do get pleasure from exploring their subs, from learning what they like, and then giving it to them.” Dean kissed his way from her breasts up to her throat and jaw. He nipped at her chin before kissing her fully on the mouth.

When he finally released her, she said, “I meant the trust and communication. Do Doms trust their subs? Do Doms tell their subs everything, too?”

“Yes. As the one in control, a Dom must trust his sub to tell him when things are going too far or else someone could get hurt. And, just like we are now, after sex, a Dom and sub will usually talk about what happened, what they each liked or didn’t like.”

“Then, can I ask you something?”

“Of course.” He gathered her hair into his hands and tilted her head. Then he assaulted her neck with hot, lingering kisses.

“Do you ever just have sex with a woman? I mean, is it always in this context for you?”

“No and yes. This is who I am, Olivia. It’s what I know. It’s what I’m good at.”

“Hmm…” She rotated on his lap and his cock jerked beneath her. God, she wanted him again.

“You’re still confused.” It wasn’t a question so much as it was a statement. “It’s hard for someone to get a feel for what this lifestyle is really like, to understand what it’s really about unless they’ve lived it.” Dean pulled her head forward and poised his lips over hers, but he didn’t give her the kiss she craved. “Let me show you, Olivia.”

“What?” She pulled back and met his gaze, which was hot and hopeful. Was he asking her to become his sub?
Deep down, Olivia knew she wanted to see him again.

“Let me show you what this lifestyle is all about. Let me show you what it truly means to be a sub.”

Olivia swallowed hard. Yes, she wanted to see him again, but she wasn’t here to join this lifestyle. She was here to write a story. Nothing more. Nothing less. Maybe it was time to come clean, to tell him the true reason she was here. But… Dean had been so nice to her, so welcome and accommodating. She felt like a jerk for not being honest with him from the start. And she was afraid that if she came clean now, he wouldn’t want to see her again.

“Olivia.” His tone had switched to his Dom voice. “Give me one week, baby. If you don’t like it, then we both walk away. No strings attached.” Finally, he kissed her and her entire body melted into his. “So, what’s your answer, Olivia? Will you be my sub?”

Forbidden Love Book 2

Dean winced as he stepped out of the shower and dried his back. He looked in the mirror and grimaced. Olivia had really done a number on his shoulders. She’d actually drawn blood and left scratch marks on him. A slow smiled tugged at his lips. Olivia. He hadn’t stopped thinking about her since he’d met her last night. His dick got hard every time he thought about her, about what it’d felt like to be inside of her. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, remembering that night. Oh, he’d had every intention of playing with her until she begged for him. That plan had failed the moment he saw her naked, spread eagle on the bed. Dean lost all control, which isn’t something that ever happened to him. He’d told her that he was going easy, but that wasn’t really the truth. Yeah, he had been easier on her than he was on all his other first time subs. He’d even let her touch him after he’d told her not to. But, the truth was, she’d gotten under his skin the moment he’d laid eyes on her, and all he wanted to do was bury himself in her and stay there for as long as he could—which is exactly why he’d convinced her to give him a week to show her the lifestyle. She was so shy and unsure of the whole thing. Well, his mission was now to convince her that this lifestyle, that being his sub was exactly what she’d been missing in her life.

It had been a very long time since he’d had a sub of his own. His job didn’t allow much time for that kind of thing, which is why he trained them in the basics of submission, respect, and trust, and then let them go find a Dom who could give them the time and attention they deserved. Until last night, he really hadn’t missed having a submissive. But Olivia made him want one for himself. No. He wanted Olivia. And he’d do whatever was necessary to get her, too. He’d practically begged her to come home with him last night – something he never did, begging – but she’d refused. He did, however, convince her to come to his apartment for dinner and drinks tonight. He’d wanted her to come over early that morning and spend the whole day with him, but she said she had work. So, he’d conceded to dinner.
She was due to arrive at his apartment any moment now. If he had his way, she wouldn’t be leaving tonight though.

             
He tugged on a pair of jeans, splashed on a bit of cologne, and left the bathroom just as the doorbell chimed. Perfect! She was here. He answered the door and smiled when he saw her. She was more beautiful that he’d remembered. Her sea green eyes and curly brown hair were a nice compliment to her bronzed complexion. “Hello, Olivia. Come in,” he said stepping aside so she could enter. He was using his calm, everyday tone of voice for the moment. It was going to take a little extra work to gain her trust. He didn’t know why, but he could sense it.

             
“Hi,” she said sheepishly, chewing on the inside of her cheek which caused her lips to pucker and him to wonder how they’d look wrapped around his cock.

“You look beautiful,” he said, leaning down and kissing her cheek. She was wearing a sleeveless, purple sundress that buttoned up the front. It was perfect for what he had planned for her tonight.

“Thank you.” She smiled. “I’m not too sure what the rules are for something like this.”

             
The sound of her voice drew his attention from her mouth. “No rules. We’re just two people having drinks and dinner.” He smiled again. “Just call me Dean, for now,” he added with a wink. “It’s common for a Dom to do things for his sub, things that don’t require all the rules and submission that sex does. In fact, most Doms will date their subs, wine them, dine them, spoil them.”

             
“Oh, okay,” she said with a laugh.

             
He could tell the whole thing still confused her. He could also tell that she was nervous. “Make yourself comfortable.” He nodded toward the couch and proceeded into the kitchen to get them a drink. Dean returned, handed her a glass, and sat beside her. “You’re nervous.”

             
“Yes, a little,” she said taking a sip of her wine.

             
“Why?” His voice was soft, soothing, bordering on loving. It shocked him. He cleared his throat and caressed her cheek. “There’s no reason to be nervous.”

             
Olivia set her glass on the coffee table and looked at him pointedly. “Last night you said you wanted a week to show me what this is all about. But, well…I guess I’m not sure why. Why me? I’m sure there are plenty of submissives who don’t need to be sold on the lifestyle.”

             
“You’re right, there are.” He set his glass next to hers and put his hand on her knee, which was bare thanks to the form-fitting strapless dress she wore. “In fact, I could have my choice of uncollared subs at that club if I wanted.”

“Uncollared subs?”

He smiled and reminded himself that he couldn’t use the lingo without explaining it first. “A submissive who doesn’t wear a collar, they’re known as uncollared, and it means that they don’t have a Dom. They’re fair game and are usually looking for a new Dom to collar them.”

“Oh.”