Copping Attitude by Ava Meyers Read Free Book Online

you—?”
    “You said fifteen minutes, right?”  With his free hand, he patted the cushion next to him.  “Do you want to come sit next to me until then?”
    Obviously disoriented, she turned back to the screen.  Now the woman had a dick in her mouth as well as in her pussy.  The liquid sounds of sex echoed around them, getting even louder when he pressed the volume up on the remote.  The expression on the actress’s face was pure nirvana, while Jenna looked shocked to the core.  It made him wonder—
    “Haven’t you ever watched porn before?”
    She shook her head.
    “Have you ever wanted to?”
    “No.  I mean, well, yes but—”  She glanced at his dick and automatically took a step closer.  He deliberately chose to misunderstand and nodded. 
    “Oh sorry.  Is this making you uncomfortable?  Here, let me just—”  Wincing, he arranged himself back into his pants and zipped up.  He left the snap open, however, a fact she didn’t miss.  He patted the cushion next to him again.  “Come here.”
    For a second, she looked like she was going to refuse.  Instead, incredibly, she sat next to him, her eyes returning to the screen and the sexual gymnastics that were getting more and more ridiculous.  Her actions confirmed exactly how much progress they’d made.  When she unconsciously leaned back and into him, he had to turn away to hide the grin that split his face. 
    Five minutes later, he had his arm behind her and was toying with her hair.  She’d placed one of her hands on his thigh, unconsciously squeezing when something on the screen excited her.  He made damn sure he kept track each time it happened, making a mental note to himself.
    And that’s how he began to suspect something about her.
    At her core, she liked being sexually dominated.  Whether she’d admit it or not, she got off on a man exercising his control over a woman.  Her breath caught each time one of the men on the screen talked dirty and pushed the woman’s boundaries a little further.  She licked her lips when they wrapped their hands in the woman’s hair, tugging her head and controlling her movements as they fed her cock.  But she liked gentleness, too.  Sighed when a tender word was spoken or a gentle touch administered.  Given what had happened to her, he had no doubt that her dual preferences confused and scared her.  They’d also make getting her to fully trust him a whole helluva lot harder.
    She’d probably convinced herself that gentleness was all she ever wanted from here on out.  Fine.  That’s what he was going to give her.  But he wasn’t going to let her get too comfortable.  She needed to know she could trust him, but she also had to accept that trusting a man didn’t mean she was always going to get her way.
    “He’s taking her ass now and she likes it,” he commented, making her jerk.  To his surprise, she snorted.  “She also liked getting spanked,” she said dryly.
    “Hmm.”  He imagined patting her ass, just hard enough so that her creamy skin turned pink and her pussy gushed with arousal.  “You ever try that?”
    “No.  Never wanted to.”  But she said it a little too quickly and he knew she was lying.  Again, he understood why she’d shy away from anything having to do with domination or feigned punishment, so he let it go for now. 
    “How about anal sex?  Before you were raped.  Had you tried it before then?”
    She stiffened, obviously not liking where he was headed, then shook her head. 
    “So what had you tried?  You said you didn’t really enjoy sex, but what did you like the most?”
    She shrugged.  Kept her eyes glued to the screen, even though he sensed her focus was fully on their conversation.  “It doesn’t matter.”
    “Sure it does.  If we talk about it, if you can verbalize what you used to like about sex, it’ll make it easier for you to like it again in the future, don’t you think?  If not with me, then with someone else.”
    She