She shrugged like it didn"t matter but he"d learned to read a woman"s body language and the answer filled her with tension.
"My parents didn"t care much for my ex."
Curious. His research into her ex husband hadn"t netted a whole lot to get excited about. Kyle Dixon. With a moniker as exciting as milk toast, he"d matched his name to a T. Fifteen years older than Maggie, he"d been forty when they got married.
"Why"s that?" he coaxed. Maybe there was more to her story than he"d realized.
She shrugged again. "At first he was too old for me. Then he"d been too stuck up for them. Over the years the reasons why increased and I stopped listening. They stopped in to see me every time they left for another poverty-stricken country to save the world, which was often, so there wasn"t much need to make the trek here. The cabin is pretty much empty year round now."
That part he"d known. Her parents were well-known for their minimalistic living style and high ideals. Most people called them hippies who happened to have medical degrees.
"You must have disagreed with their a.s.sessment." He felt like he was entering dangerous territory. It served neither of them to go wandering around in the past. Especially his.
She nodded her head. "For a while. Then we grew apart and the little things started to matter. He hated my research." The sadness in her voice annoyed him. He didn"t want her dwelling on the past when they had such potential for a future.
"You have a beautiful mind, Maggie. I"ve read many of your papers and was impressed."
Her head swiveled sharply. "You"ve read my papers?"
Tucker smiled. "Of course I did, pet. How else would I learn about what my new submissive might have been thinking when she fled the scene."
"Your submissive?" her voice lowered to a whisper again. "I thought this was just an experiment for me and I don"t know.. just s.e.x for you?"
"I"ve thought about you a lot these last few days and I have no interest in a f.u.c.k and run. I relish the idea of exploring your knowledge and its practical application. You"re a smart, fascinating woman with a strong history of independence." Of course, he"d have to keep her close and watch her like a hawk. He"d started this journey and it was his job to keep her safe. "Call me smitten."
Chapter Nine.
Maggie tried to swallow past the sudden lump in her throat. His submissive. She hadn"t processed much beyond those two words. Blood rushed to her head as she tried to make sense of this new direction. Never in her wildest dreams had she thought... Well, maybe in her wildest dreams. But c"mon, her and Tucker? So far she"d lived up to every one of Kyle"s accusations. A repressed, uptight know-it-all who thinks just because she researches BDSM that she"s smarter about s.e.x than everyone else.
Some of the repressed anger that Maggie had survived on began to flood through her. Kyle could go f.u.c.k himself. They were divorced now and she was under no obligation to keep his precious secrets. This was her new life and she deserved to live it, whatever that turned out to be. She forced her old stupid self out of the way and focused on the unbelievably hot man in front of her.
"What do you expect from a submissive?" she asked. Was this what he considered average conversation at dinner? Maggie bit her lip to keep from smiling. She didn"t know what Tucker had in mind for her, but there was no need to make it worse by laughing at him.
"A lot of it is probably what you"re already thinking. I won"t lie and tell you its not very s.e.xual for me. A woman who submits to me of her own free will, with an open mind, drives me crazy. It"s the perfect gift." His fingers continued to stroke her spine from the base of her neck to the top of her a.s.s. The more he touched the more she reacted. She was aware of the plug inside her more than ever. It didn"t hurt. Quite the contrary. Every time she squirmed in her seat or his fingers sent a shudder coursing through her, the toy touched some sort of nerve ending and reawakened it.
"I especially love doing anything and every thing to torture with pleasure. You are probably experiencing some of that now."
She blew out a hard breath. "You have no idea."
"Actually I do. When I got interested in the lifestyle I went to a very thorough trainer."
He left it at that and Maggie whimpered. What a tease. She wanted to know details. If she pictured him with... Oh G.o.d.
"While most of my interest lies in dominating you s.e.xually, I live my life very much in control, so I"ll probably take charge a lot. While I do love a good spanking, if I have to get more creative with my punishments, I"m up for the challenge. Have you ever heard of domestic discipline?"
Her stomach tumbled as more excitement built. "Yes, of course."
"We"ll set up rules and breaking them will always come with consequences. Especially if it in any way jeopardizes your safety."
She watched him intently as he explained his expectations. She loved the clear excitement shining in his eyes. She"d never experienced this level of communication with a lover and it felt refreshing.
Though Tucker wasn"t technically her lover yet. What did she call a man who"d tied her to a bondage wheel and touched her more intimately than anyone before without actually having s.e.x? He"d gone without pleasure throughout their entire scene, yet he sat next to her explaining how she would become his submissive.
Talk about surreal.
"How do you feel so far? Okay?"
Maggie blinked, tuning into Tucker"s voice. "Yes, Sir," she answered without hesitation.
"Good, because there is more. Some of which you will discover tonight."
Her muscles clenched. She had a feeling whatever he had up his sleeve for the rest of their date was going to blow her mind.
"I"ve been known to share my submissive."
"Really?" she blurted. He couldn"t have shocked her more if he"d tried although why she couldn"t say. There were so many facets to BDSM and sharing was not at all uncommon. Some of her old fantasies resurfaced.
"I wondered how you"d react to that little nugget. Although I"m not sure you understand what I"m saying."
Maggie creased her brow. "What do you mean?"
"My kink has its limits. Most of the time, we"ll be alone out at the house, where things can be as casual or as strict as I like. But every once in a blue moon I like to go to a club and all that entails. Protocols, leather, intense equipment and sometimes playing with others."
"More intense than a bondage wheel?"
Tucker grabbed a fistful of her hair and slowly pulled her neck back. "Stop interrupting, Miss Maggie. You don"t want to borrow more trouble than your b.u.t.t can cash tonight."
A giggle slipped from her mouth. She couldn"t help herself. "I haven"t heard anyone say that since I was a little girl and my mother was getting annoyed with me."
His grip on her hair tightened and the pleasure sensation of his dominance edged closer to pain. "Okay fine. Have it your way. We"ll take care of this very soon."
Before she could respond the waiter arrived with their food. He stared at Tucker"s hand still tucked in her hair pulling her head back. Maggie fought the embarra.s.sment. He wouldn"t understand that she wanted this from Tucker. He probably thought she was being hara.s.sed.
After a few tense seconds, Tucker eased his grip and slipped his hand free. An odd mixture of relief and disappointment washed over her. Her appet.i.te for food had dimmed in the midst of Tucker"s confessions. He"d told her several of his wants and the immediate urge to give him what he needed over came her.
The waiter set down their plates and asked Tucker if he required anything else. Tucker winked at him and told him no. She stared down at her exquisitely-prepared chicken and wished she still wanted to eat it.
"What"s wrong, Maggie? Are you not happy with your food?"
She glanced up at him. f.u.c.k he looked gorgeous. Don"t look at his mouth. The second she thought it, his lips became her new obsession. Even pursed in a slight frown, he had the most kissable lips she"d ever seen. Was that weird to say about a guy? She didn"t care. He had a mouth she"d give anything to have on her body again.
"Oh no, it looks delicious." She picked up her napkin and placed it on her lap before lifting her fork and digging in. If getting through dinner meant they"d get to the fun quicker, she"d eat anything he put in front of her.
"Questions," Tucker began. "I imagine we both will have them. Shall I start or do you want to go first?"
A million thoughts whirred through her mind. What did she want to know? As inquisitive as she tended to be it shocked her to draw a blank at a time like this.
When her answer wasn"t forthcoming he started. "Tonight we will be in public. You"ll be watching many things including others f.u.c.king. Are you ready for that?"
She worked to swallow the fork of chicken she"d just shoveled in her mouth. Every time he spoke bluntly, her p.u.s.s.y heated and her muscles clenched, reminding her of the toy still buried in her backside. For a second she found it hard to breathe.
"Yes," she panted.
Tucker leaned close to her ear, "I can see how aroused you are. Your nipples are so hard they are poking at the fabric of your dress. I can"t wait to get you naked so I can lick them and hear you moan."
Maggie whimpered. Oh G.o.d. Her fork clattered on the plate where she"d dropped it.
His voice deepened to almost a growl, "I didn"t get to f.u.c.k you last time. Now I"m dying for you."
About the time she clutched the edge of the table hoping to get her body under control, a low moan sounded from across the room. Maggie"s gaze shot to the table directly across from them where the woman sat with her back pinned to the wall, her eyes closed and her mouth open panting for breath. She looked like...
"Oh my G.o.d. Is she-?"
"About to have an o.r.g.a.s.m? I think so. Although her Dom is probably making her fight it."
She didn"t understand. What kind of restaurant had he brought her to? "Tucker, what is going on?" she whispered.
He lifted her hand and brought it to his mouth. "The night I should have given you in the first place, pet. Now turn your head and watch her. You don"t want to miss anything."
Confused and compelled at the same time, Maggie turned her head slowly toward the table in time to see the pretty brunette fling her head back and open her mouth to a silent moan.
"It wouldn"t do for her to make a lot of noise. While the diners in the back room are on board with what goes on here, the front room is potentially a mix of lifestylers and possible vanillas that wandered in."
"Why take the risk?"
"Sometimes, part of the allure for both Dom and sub is the very real fear of someone seeing them who shouldn"t."
A sudden shiver worked up Maggie"s spine. He didn"t need to explain further, she completely understood. The night of her arrest she"d stood outside the BDSM club wrestling with those very thoughts. Her brain kept saying what she"d been about to do was wrong on so many levels, yet she"d entered not five minutes later with the full intention of following through on her mission. After ten years of nothing but a vibrator, she would experience her heart"s desire in any way her Dom for the evening chose.
"You know exactly what I mean."
He didn"t phrase it as a question because he didn"t need to. The d.a.m.n man had seen through her in an instant. It worried her how easily he did that. Distracted by her thoughts, Maggie almost missed the Dom slipping his hand under the table. She imagined his fingers leading a trail along the woman"s thighs to her most likely uncovered p.u.s.s.y. Would he push his fingers into her c.u.n.t or did he have a toy at the ready to drive her completely insane?
Her s.e.x squeezed. She whimpered, her legs falling open like she imagined the other woman having done under her table. An intense ache had begun to build inside Maggie and her skin sizzled everywhere. Tucker"s breath tickled the sh.e.l.l of her ear. Was this what it was like to be driven mad? He"d simply ordered her to watch another woman receive pleasure and she ached.
Tucker moved closer and pressed the full length of his hard body to her side. Sensations flooded through her. It was all Maggie could do to catch a breath.
"I remember what it looks like to have you tied and spread, ready to receive punishment or pleasure. It"s an image I can"t get out of my head. And if it wasn"t in my mind every waking moment, it"s there in vivid color on a larger-than-life canvas.
She sucked in her breath. Her heart pounded. "You finished your painting? Already?"
"It"s the only reason it took me so long to contact you. I couldn"t do anything but paint. You consumed me," he murmured the last into her ear in a barely there hoa.r.s.e whisper.
Her body jerked. The movement set off the nerves in her a.s.s where the toy still lodged. If it was possible to come without touch, this would be the time. The woman across the room had remained silent, but her torso thrashed against the leather booth behind her. A second man had joined her and her Dom and he leaned back and watched the show.
The decadence of this place was too much. "Tucker...Sir...I want to come."
"Mmm. Four little words I love to hear." He lifted his head and cupped her chin, bringing her head around till she met his gaze. "Want to come or need to come? There"s a difference."
She wanted to disagree but she couldn"t form the words. When the woman across from her began to explode, her Dom covered her mouth with his hand to m.u.f.fle her scream. Shocked and turned on beyond belief, Maggie stared. Moments later, the woman turned and caught Maggie"s gaze.
Heat flushed her body. Embarra.s.sment began to take over. Before she could turn her gaze away, two fingers pushed into her p.u.s.s.y. Fortunately, Tucker captured her strangled cry when his mouth slammed down on hers. Talk about consumed. Every nerve ending fired, sending her careening into release.
Tucker wrapped his hand around her neck and pressed them impossibly closer, while his tongue slid sensuously against hers. Maggie clung to him, her fingers digging into his forearms. Like a rock, strong and immovable he held her tight and drank down all of her cries and whimpers. Maggie had spread her legs so wide under the table, it wouldn"t take much for Tucker to slide his big c.o.c.k inside her. The o.r.g.a.s.m had not abated an ounce of her need like she"d expected. If he asked her to get on her hands and knees in front of all these people so he could f.u.c.k her, there was no doubt in her mind she"d happily do it.
G.o.d, what was she thinking?
Tucker lifted his lips, "What"s wrong?"
"Nothing." She pushed the word from her lips while trying to catch her breath.
"Another lie? Are you sure that"s how you want to play this, Maggie? Your punishments are beginning to rack up."
"I"m sorry, I-I.." Before she could finish her thought, a small redheaded woman in an extremely short dress crawled from beneath the table across the room. Maggie gaped. The woman"s lips were puffy and slick, making it obvious exactly what she"d been doing under there. The second Dom who"d joined the table removed a leash from his pocket, fastened it to the thick collar wrapped around the woman"s neck and simply led her away from the table without uttering a word.
A soft chuckle from Tucker finally drew her attention away from their table. "You should see your face. I couldn"t have planned something more shocking if I"d tried."
"I don"t know what to say." She felt her face flame red and she cursed her fair skin. Why was it ridiculously easy to make her blush? An educated woman who studied s.e.xuality had no business acting like a teenage schoolgirl when faced with the very activities she claimed to be an expert on.
Who was she kidding? Tucker had a way of throwing her off balance every time she went near him.
Without another word, Tucker stood from their booth, took her hand and pulled her to standing next to him. Even with the four inch f.u.c.k me heels he"d given her, he still towered over her. The top of her head reached the middle of his chest. And what a chest it was. The expensive shirt he wore looked as if it had been specifically tailored to emphasize his broad physique. The fabric clung to all the right places, making her mouth water at the vision he presented.
"What are we doing?" The question automatically fell from her mouth, while her brain zeroed in on his forearms. They were strong like concrete, but lovingly crafted by hard work with his hands. She loved touching him and it was crazy difficult to keep from doing so now.
Tucker lifted her chin. "Do you want to come with me tonight? If you aren"t ready, say the word. We can go slower, but d.a.m.n, Maggie, every minute I"m with you makes me want you even more. All of you, though, not just your curiosity this time, baby. I want it all."
She swallowed. It didn"t take a genius to know exactly what he meant. He aimed to get inside her and see how far she wanted to go. He wanted her full submission. The million b.u.t.terflies in her stomach went crazy all at once. She wanted this and this time she wouldn"t run.
"I want this too, Sir."
Five simple words was all it took. The expression on his face sharpened and the look of l.u.s.t he wore took on a sharper edge. He looked like a hungry beast and she felt like his next meal. Her p.u.s.s.y heated and her nipples hardened to tight points. The lack of a bra with this dress made her reactions obvious and she knew he didn"t miss them. His lips turned up at the edges a moment before he turned on his heel with her in tow.
Instead of taking her to the front door like she"d expected, he turned toward the back of the restaurant and the hallway that housed the restrooms. Illicit images of him having his way with her here in a public place tumbled wildly through her mind. Her breath hitched and her skin tingled. A sense of urgent need swept through her. G.o.d, she"d never felt such intense longing. f.u.c.k that. She needed to call it what it was. Tucker turned her inside out and upside down to the point she was ready to drop and f.u.c.k at a moment"s notice.
In the past, it took quit a bit of build up or seduction before her body began to respond. With Tucker, a look, a word and she was embarra.s.singly wet and ready.
To her dismay, they pa.s.sed the bathrooms and the possibility of quick satisfaction seemed unlikely. Instead he opened an unmarked door at the end of the hall with a key card he"d produced from his pocket. Thoroughly confused, Maggie pa.s.sed through the door and found herself plunged into darkness.
"Tucker?" She spun back to the door and sought answers.
"Easy, sub. You"re safe and sound here with me."