Waiting for Me by Ava Claire Read Free Book Online Page B

impression that it’s about a man being
     in complete and utter control of his woman. That my word is law. But for me, it’s
     not like that. That’s not what gets me off about the kink. For me, there’s nothing
     sexier than a woman sensing a submissive need inside herself. To completely lose herself
     in the throes of passion and trust that her lover knows what she needs to help her
     find her bliss. I don’t force anyone to submit. I don’t do this for a license to hurt
     my lover or act out some latent sadist desire. I take control, but only when a woman
     is strong and confident enough in herself and her sexuality to give it.”
    It wasn’t the first time I’d spoken those words, explained how I was different than
     other Doms and what to expect from me, but it was the first time that I found my stomach
     knotting, needing her to understand. Needing to be right for her.
    Her face was guarded and unreadable. “And what is expected of me?”
    “More than anything, honest communication,” I replied. She gave me a ‘no duh’ look,
     but I just stared right back. The run-in with Delilah was proof that these things
     needed to be said and understood. I circled Melissa slowly, watching her defenses
     go up, her body alert as I took her in with my eyes, then slowly, touch. My fingers
     kissed her soft skin. She came alive for me instantly, but she tried to cover her
     gasp by clearing her throat.
    “It’s your job to be open,” I continued, drawing my touch to her spine. “About what
     turns you on. What turns you off.” I rested my hand on her lower back, drinking in
     the round curve of her ass. “Your hard limits.” I squeezed the right globe of her
     bottom—hard. “Your soft limits—places and things, you are wary about, but willing
     to try to expand your horizons.”
    She gave me a pointed look, eyes hot with arousal. “And how am I supposed to—” She
     bit off a moan as I brought her closer, the lines of her body matching mine perfectly.
     “How am I supposed to talk to t-think with your hands all over me?”
    I traced the curve of her bottom lip with my thumb, already making plans for her hot
     little mouth. “How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself when you look so goddamn
     sexy?”
    “Sexy?” she frowned in disbelief, using the little space that remained between us
     to gesture at her body. “In a wrinkled button down shirt?” She fondled her tresses
     gingerly. “Greasy hair?”
    “Absolutely.” I smiled down at her, undoing each button, one by one. “But your sexiness
     is so much more than how hot you look in one of my shirts, or how your tousled, wild,
     hair would look fisted as I take you from behind.” I drank in the contrast of her
     pale pink nipples against the starch white of my shirt and the way her breath hitched
     when I gripped it tight. She looked at me from behind hooded eyes, the moan at the
     back of her throat going straight to my balls. “It’s in your gaze. Curiosity, fear,
     lust, and fight. I want to be the one that answers those questions for you, calms
     your fears, give you indescribable pleasure, and shows you that it’s okay to trust
     again. That you’re safe with me.”
    She planted both hands firmly on my chest separating herself from me. She was clearly
     waging some internal war as to whether she could trust me or if these were just words
     I was spouting off.
    “Listen to your body. Hell, listen to mine.”
    When she gave me her signature stubborn glare, I pulled her toward me, leading her
     hand to my raging hard cock.
    I was always better at showing than telling. Her eyes registered surprise, then the
     blue irises caught fire, burning with a lust that echoed my own. She gripped my cock
     tight, her fingers drawing up and down the swollen length.
    A low groan rumbled through me. “You see what you do to me, Melissa? This thing that
     burns between us is more powerful than anything I’ve ever known.”
    The last bonds of doubt were