Divine Solace: 8 by Joey W. Hill Read Free Book Online Page B

chest, his own fingers loosely clasping hers
before he let her go and stepped back to the other side of the table, as if he
thought she might perceive what he’d just done as a threat, since he was a
stranger in her home.
    Yet she hadn’t perceived it that way. Just a very confusing
signal that fired up her already aroused libido.
    “No. I can’t switch it on and off,” he said. “But I’m a
submissive, Gen. It means that no matter how aroused I become, I act only on
the commands of my Mistress. Or the woman she is allowing to command me. You
can touch me however, whenever you wish. You can make me walk around your house
naked the entire weekend. I might be literally dying to fuck you, but until you
want that, demand that from me, I am only what you want me to be.”
    Whatever he saw in her face started him back around the
table. She watched him come, emotions warring inside her. His voice had become
huskier during the explanation, and now his breath was warm on her face, his
mouth close to hers again. “The more you deny me, hold yourself back, the
hotter I get, the harder I work to please you. I want to please you.”
    Like all women, she’d been the recipient of creative
come-ons, where the male tried the “this is really all about you” kind of lines
when they all knew it was about getting himself off. This wasn’t that. This was
beyond description, the way Noah’s body canted toward her, yet she could feel
the aura of self-restraint. Her will alone held him back.
    “How many…” She had to lick dry lips to talk. Leaning away
from her, he snagged one of the glasses of wine he’d poured and offered it to her.
She took a sip, then a swallow. Three of them. When she set it aside, her hand
went back to his chest, the other resting on his hip. Her fingers hooked on his
jeans waistband. She told herself it was just a place to put her hands while he
waited for what she’d say. “Is it just any woman she cares to share you with?
How do your feelings figure into it?”
    “Rather significantly.” He seemed relieved she’d gone from
attack mode to wary curiosity. “Mistress Lyda has never shared me outside of a
club setting, Gen. Even inside it, it’s directly under her supervision, and
mostly foreplay type stuff.” He met her gaze. “Sometimes I’ll take a strap-on
from one of them, but since I’ve belonged to her, she’s never wanted me to
actually fuck, I mean, have sex, with another woman.”
    She should have brought Chloe and Brendan home with her as
well. She could have said the kitchen was a two-man job and Brendan would have
been happy to pitch in. The three of them could have had a slumber party on her
living room floor, with her as a safe fly on the wall, listening and learning.
Rather than being right in the crosshairs of this discussion, expected to
respond intelligently to things she knew nothing about.
    “Sorry. I handled this badly.” He was watching her face. “We
can rewind all the way back to you coming into the kitchen and start over if
you like.”
    She shook her head. His distress over upsetting her was
enough to bring some balance back. That and his forthrightness about it. She
had no doubt he was telling her the truth. In fact, she suspected when
Marguerite had told her he would answer anything honestly, she’d meant he was
incapable of lying. Pushing away an uneasy feeling about that, she got a grip
on herself.
    “Okay, so she’s never given you to anyone else. Why me? Why
this weekend?”
    He gave her a searching look, as if ensuring she was okay
with the conversation, not just placating him. “I’m okay,” she told him. “I
want to know. You just took me off guard. You didn’t do anything wrong. But
more wine might be good.”
    His eyes twinkled, and that made things feel better. When he
pressed the glass into her hand, she dared herself to follow her feelings on
that. She wrapped her fingers over his, holding them to the glass so he didn’t
draw away. She wanted to