“What books?”
“The ones that deal with…BDSM.”
To some extent, he hated the way the term BDSM was thrown around as much as he disliked the casual use of the word Master.
“Have you read any of those books?” she asked.
“Fiction? Or nonfiction?”
“Either.”
“Nonfiction. When we first went to the Denver club. One of the owners saw that we were clueless bastards and took pity on us. He gave us a stack of material to read so we knew the differences between what we wanted as dominants and what was expected in certain Dom/sub relationships. And I’ll admit, even from the start, I’ve been on the side of the fence where dominance is used as a sexual tool to heighten sexual experiences. I’m not into debasing a sub by using a cage or a pallet to sleep on or a shock collar. Or extreme pain games. Never been tempted by bloodsport or knife play or piss play or even breath play. If I knew subs who were into that stuff, I’d avoid them. But I’ll admit it’s practically nonexistent at the Rawhide anyway.” He rubbed a spot at the base of her neck. “So the subs don’t speak because they’re gagged or something in these books?“
“No. A sub isn’t supposed to speak unless asked a direct question by her dominant. And in scenes, the sub isn’t supposed to cry out in pain or in pleasure unless the Dom permits her to.”
Ben tamped down his temper. “Have I ever said you can’t talk?”
“Umm. No.”
“Think I’ll ever forbid you from speakin’ your mind?”
“No.”
“I might take issue if you argue with me about something I tell you to do, but I don’t expect monk-like silence from you.”
“Oh.”
“And this isn’t a scene,” he said testily.
She lifted up and looked over her shoulder at him. “It’s not?”
“No. Christ. I’m giving you a massage.”
“Why?”
“Why am I giving you a massage? Because I wanted to put my hands all over you. And you acted nervous. I thought it’d calm you down.”
Ainsley continued to stare at him.
“What?”
“You confuse me, Bennett. This confuses me. The variances in the different types of Dom/sub relationships…”
“Hey, there are no rules for us besides the ones I set—with your input. I suspect this will be a learn as we go thing for both of us.” He lightly slapped her ass. “Face back on the mattress, so I can finish.”
From that point on, Ainsley was vocal.
“So tell me more about these BDSM books you read. What things you read in them that turned you off.”
“You’re more interested in what I didn’t like than what I did?”
“I’m pretty confident I can figure out what you like.” He pressed his thumbs onto a knot beside her right shoulder blade.
“Oh. I like that. You hit it. Right. On. The. Money.” Another sexy moan of delight. “You have magic hands.”
“Tell me one sex fantasy that ain’t in a book.”
Ainsley didn’t answer.
He stopped the massage. “Tell me or no more magic fingers.”
She groaned and said, “Fine, I have a stranger fantasy. It’s dark. I wake up and notice him in the shadows. I’m freaked out and then he starts saying all these sexy things. How he’s whacked off imagining how it’d be to touch me. How he knows what I sound like when I climax because he’s watched me touching myself. He does all sorts of sexy, naughty things to me and then he just leaves and I never knew who he was.”
Ben kissed her temple “See? That wasn’t so bad.”
“I’d hate for you to think I’m the boring banker type with no imagination.”
His chuckle vibrated against her neck. “The last damn thing you are is boring. So tell me more about these books. Specifically what you don’t like.”
“I don’t like the master and slave mentality of the BDSM relationships. Where the subs are always expected to kneel at the Dom’s feet. Or when they have to keep their heads lowered and eyes averted, not only for their Dom but also for all other Doms, in a club situation. I don’t like how the subs are supposed to walk three steps behind their Doms. I really didn’t like the leash and collar thing.”
“Were you disappointed that you didn’t see any of that goin’ on in the Rawhide?”
“God no.”
“That’s a pretty long list of dislikes.”
“I was just getting started.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
Ainsley jerked up. “Now that I’ve told you my fantasy and dislikes, will you use them against me?”
Ben pushed her back down. “You know, I’m a little tired of you jumping to the worst conclusion when it comes to me and who I am as your dominant. I get that you wanna know ahead of time everything I have planned for you, Ainsley, but guess what? It ain’t happening.” He grabbed the tie and said, “Arms behind your back.”
“But, I didn’t mean—”
“Now.” As soon as her arms were in place, he tied her wrists together. He spread her legs and slicked up his fingers with the lube. “Angle your hips so I can reach your pu**y.”
She had to push up on her knees, and she didn’t look comfortable, but she didn’t argue.
Ben’s fingers traced her slit. “A massage makes you wet?”
“Only when you give me one.”
“A total suck-up answer.”
Ainsley moaned when he slipped a finger inside her.
“You need to concentrate on my voice and listen to what I’m telling you.”
“It feels so good. What if I can’t concentrate?”
Ben didn’t stop stroking her wet folds as he spoke. “Then you’ll learn the difference between punishment and discipline pretty damn quick.”
“Is this punishment?”
“No.” He swept his thumb over her clit. “This is discipline.” He brushed his lips below her earlobe. “Don’t come. No matter what I do, you don’t get to come.”
“But—”
“This is not up for discussion. You will not come. Not now, not at your house. Your orgasms belong to me. They’re my responsibility. You don’t control them anymore. Understand?”
“Uh-huh.”
Ben pushed two fingers inside her and stroked her G-spot, while gently strumming her clit. “Say yes, Bennett, I understand.”