Vulnerable by Allyson Young Read Free Book Online

and obviously in good shape, his abs delineated and his pectorals quite pronounced. She already knew how strong his arms were, bulky and corded with sinew. She admired his muscled thighs and then looked at his cock, still covered in the condom, and thought that it matched the rest of him. She had nearly let him take her without protection. Impulsive she was not. It was just that she had wanted him so badly. He might be kinky, hell, he was definitely kinky, but Elise thought maybe she was kinkier than he or she knew, and if the kink made the sex better than what they had just shared, well, bring it on. And once they had established the other’s sexual health, there would be no need for a condom.
    Those BDSM sites had really gotten to her, but the real reason was that inference of safe power transfer. It had reassured her and taken her fear away. She bit back a giggle. Karma, fate, whatever. Doing the right thing by Emily on Friday night had its just rewards. Given that Ross’s cock was on a scale with his body size, she was glad that he had fit it inside of her. It had hurt a little, but the pleasure made the pain immaterial. She was tender for sure, but she’d be willing to go again if he could. She felt alive, different, and free from her past. Oh, it would bite her on the ass from time to time, but this man had said he was invested. She would believe him, trust for once. If he let her down, then she would somehow move on with her life as she had done before, but it felt right to take a chance. It felt right to want sex, especially with the control ceded. The deeply buried little niggle of doubt and worry was easily ignored after what they had just done. Elise slipped out of bed and went to that amazing bathroom. She didn’t even worry about being naked, when normally she was intensely modest. Her body, historically, had not been her friend, garnering attention from men very different from Ross, although they might not scruple at the differences. She was trying to get the tangles from her hair with Ross’s excuse for a hairbrush when she heard him behind her.
    “Need some help, honey?”
    Elise gave him her best smile. “You’ll pull it.”
    “Nope, I’m a great hair brusher. Ask my nieces. They all vie for Uncle Ross to brush their hair whenever I see them.”
    Elise handed it over and let him lead her back to the bedroom where he lowered her on the carpeted floor in front of the chair he eased himself into. She sat back between his naked thighs and shivered at the feel of the hair on his legs against her ribs and arms. He patiently worked at the knots and tangles until he could pull through the mass without any obstructions. Elise loved it. She drifted on the sensation and couldn’t think of anything that would change it.
    “If you plan to volunteer at that soup kitchen again, Elise, you’ll wait until I can go with you,” Ross said.
    Elise considered his tone. “Will you be able to go on a regular basis?” she asked.
    “Probably not every Sunday, honey, but maybe once a month or so,” Ross answered. “I would hope that you and I will be doing different things on some Sundays. Volunteer work is important, and I’m now ashamed that I give money instead of my time, but charity begins at home.”
    Elise hid her smile. “Okay.”
    “When Norbert calls you, and I know he will, you can tell him that I’m your significant other, your boyfriend, your Dom. You choose.”
    Elise turned to face him. She held him with her gaze, searching his features.
    “I didn’t want to sound presumptuous, Ross,” she began.
    “I know, honey,” he said. “That’s why you aren’t over my lap, getting spanked with this hair brush.”
    Elise’s pussy clenched and moistened. She thought that maybe she should be naughty and see what happened. She had really liked the way her previous spanking made her feel by the end of it, even if she sensed there had to be more. Ross seemed to read her mind.
    “Don’t worry, Elise.