between them and stroked the front of his jeans. Finally, he reacted to something she did. His cock stiffened as she stroked up and down. Their kiss continued, but wasn’t as combustible as either time before. What was wrong? Why wasn’t he interested any longer?
Unsure of why he didn’t seem to want her anymore, Jocelyn broke the kiss and moved her hand. She pulled away from him, but he stopped her. Fingers gripping her arms, he tilted his head back to look in her eyes.
She saw the lust there. What was she missing?
“I really want to have sex with you,” she blurted out, surprising even herself with the confession.
“Do you now?” His cocky grin returned.
“Why do I feel like I’m the only one who’s interested in getting naked?”
The smile faded. He stared at her for quite a while. His tone dark and low, he said, “The thing is, I have particular tastes when it comes to pleasures of the flesh.”
She cocked her head to one side. “So are you telling me, it’s your way or the highway…or dusty trail…so to speak?”
He swallowed hard. His expression said he wanted her, but didn’t know how to tell her what he preferred. Or perhaps he was afraid she wouldn’t be interested in his hidden dark desires. Whatever they were.
Jocelyn stared at him for a count of three. When he didn’t respond, she tried once more. “Okay. Let’s try it this way. Why don’t I tell you what I’d like to do to you right now,” she said, staring deeply into the incalculable depths of his saltwater blue eyes. “I’d planned to strip naked, pull your clothes off, climb on top of you, and ride your cock like a horse in a full gallop until we both came. What do you say?”
He cleared his throat. “Not the way I would have gone, but I’ll make a deal with you. We can have sex your way first, if you allow me to have sex with you my way for round two.”
“What do you want to do?” she asked, unable to hide the quiver in her tone. She’d thought that climbing on top and riding him was a bit nonstandard in the world of stranger sex, but she had been out of the game for a while. Perhaps the simple woman-on-top scenario was not exceeding the standard in vanilla sex anymore.
“What I want requires a lot more control.”
“Control?”
“As in I’d want to be in complete command of it and you for the duration of our time together.”
Jocelyn’s heart plummeted to her stomach. “Like bondage or something?”
“Yes. Exactly like that.”
Her lips pursed. “Oh.” Fearful she wasn’t sophisticated enough to play the kind of sex games he had in mind, she tried to lift off of his lap, but he was faster. His arms snaked around her back and held her fast to his thighs. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked sternly.
As alarmed as she was by his sudden aggressive overture, Jocelyn didn’t understand the immediate sexual thrill she experienced at what he suggested previously. Did she want to be tied down? Did he plan to whip her if she said no? Did he want to force her to bend to his will?
“I…I…” Jocelyn’s mind spun with endless and startling possibilities. She’d never thought much about a darker sexual lifestyle before this moment.
She closed her eyes, swallowed hard, and took a deep breath. Opening her eyes again, she asked calmly, “What else do you want to do? Tell me exactly.”
“I want complete control of what happens between us. I’ll want to be obeyed completely before, during, and maybe even a little bit after our interlude together.”
Interlude . Jocelyn’s heart sped up. Was she about to agree to this? Would she regret the mystery of what he intended to do to her, if she didn’t find out what he had in mind firsthand?
“So to recap, you do whatever makes you happy for round one. Then I take complete control for round two. What do you say?”
She wanted to have sex with him more than she’d ever wanted to have sex in her life. The very idea of allowing him absolute