As risky as he knew it was, he pushed for it.
"Definitely hot, you on your hands and knees in front of me, head bent in submission, takin" me."
She gave him her voice and he automatically soaked it in.
"I was coming," she pointed out.
"I made you come," he corrected.
"I can"t really argue that," she murmured.
"And doin" it, you definitely submitted."
He was right, he knew it. He knew the difference.
He had a feeling she did as well when she attempted to stop their conversation with, "Quiet, Sebring. I"m recuperating."
He felt his lips twitch up.
"Good call. Plenty of energy so I can f.u.c.k you submissive again," he muttered.
Another body hug without the arms and then he felt her lips trail his collarbone.
s.h.i.t.
He should let her go.
This time, he should get up, get dressed and get the f.u.c.k out of there. He was getting in too deep. The first actual conversation they"d had and it was happening.
He had to step back and get control.
He didn"t. He slid his hand up into her hair, fisted it gently and gave it a tug.
She lifted her head and he saw her face, shadowed but visible by the lights of the city.
"You dug that scene, master and slave," he noted about the scene that she definitely dug when they met at the club.
As a response to that, she lifted her hand, cupped his jaw and slid her thumb along his lower lip before her eyes caught his in the shadows.
"We should book a salon," she suggested softly.
They were seriously f.u.c.king doing that.
But that wasn"t what they were talking about.
"Changin" the subject, Olivia," he noted.
"Are you asking me if I liked to be whipped?" she asked.
"Whipped. Spanked. Caned. Cropped. Some or all of the above," he replied.
"I have no idea," she told him. "Do you?"
"Think you"re missin" in your desire to cow me that I"m tryin" to do the same to you."
"No, Sebring," she said in that f.u.c.king voice. That f.u.c.king voice that now that he had, he had to brace against because he liked it too much. "I am not missing that."
"Not sure this works, two tops with neither of us feelin" good thoughts about bein" a bottom."
She dipped her face close as she again slid her thumb along his lip in a gentle way that felt good just as it felt claiming before she moved her hand down so she could stroke his jaw.
"I don"t know. Seems you don"t mind when I top you."
"Prefer it when I top you. And I"ve noted, especially just now, you don"t mind it either."
He felt her lips touch his.
Then he felt, actually felt her smile.
And he wished the lights were on so he could see that in those green eyes.
"Strange that we don"t seem ill-suited," she remarked.
Seriously?
"Ill-suited?" he asked.
"Ill-suited," she answered, then went on like he needed an explanation. "Not a good match."
"I know what it means. But who says "ill-suited?"" he asked and felt another smile.
"Me," she whispered against his lips He felt that whisper there and in his gut and he knew. He knew he was better when the woman didn"t talk.
He was about to do something about that when she asked, "Are you saying you think we should stop meeting?"
"No," he replied swiftly and continued, "My guess, we"re gonna have to fight that out another way, a way we both like. A discussion about it is not gonna earn us jack. But what I"ll say now is you aren"t gettin" dressed and leavin" my a.s.s here. For once, we"re actually gonna use a room one of us is payin" for for more than half an hour. I would prefer that be one of the times I paid for it but I"ll take this time. And we"re usin" it partly because I"m wiped and need to sleep and partly because I"m not done so when I wake up, I wanna wake up and f.u.c.k you."
She remained silent so he kept talking.
"And before the next time we meet, I want you to think about your kink. You liked that whipping, you can"t deny it. I do not wanna take it, but I enjoy giving it. You"re up for a test, we"ll break you in easy."
She didn"t sound offended when she stated, "That"s not going to happen."
"Olivia, you practically mounted me at the club watchin" that man with his slave."
"I"m a top, Sebring."
"I"m not taking a whip."
"Hmm..."
f.u.c.k.
He wanted her tied for him and he knew he wanted it not just because that was one of the many things he liked, but because, from what they"d already had, he wanted that from her.
Not because she was Olivia Shade, a woman he wanted to cow before he gained her trust so he could get the information he needed to take his revenge against her father.
Because she was Olivia, a top, and mounted over her watching her drop her head and take his c.o.c.k, he wanted her cowed.
He rolled so she was off him, her back to the bed, him pressed down her side.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
She again didn"t sound offended.
But she did sound surprised.
"Told you, wiped. Gettin" some shuteye. You are too. We wake up, room service breakfast and Sunday morning f.u.c.king until checkout."
"Sebring-"
"Go to sleep, Olivia."
"Se-"
He found her mouth and kissed her hard.
It shut her up.
She also melted into him and kissed him hard back.
He broke it, tucked her face in his throat and repeated his order. "Go to sleep."
"You"re leaking out of me."
f.u.c.k.
That reminded him of something.
With no talk until now, the conversation hadn"t been had.
It had to be had.
"You on the Pill?" he asked quietly.
"Obviously," she replied matter-of-factly. "Are you clean?"
"Yeah."
"Good. Condoms are a nuisance," she murmured.
Jesus.
This woman.
"You clean?" he asked.
Now she sounded offended.
"Of course."
That was when he smiled as he muttered, "Right."
Even more offended, she snapped, "I am."
"I believe you."
"You said "right," like you didn"t."
"I said "right," like, okay. Right. You"re clean. You"re on the Pill. Topic done. I can f.u.c.k you and come inside you and all"s good."
"Right." Now she sounded like she didn"t believe him.
His body was shaking as was the bed when he wrapped her tight in his arms and heard his humor when he noted, "Now you"re full of s.h.i.t."
"Whatever," she muttered.
"You gonna go clean me from you or are we gonna argue about who"s bein" sarcastic and who isn"t?" he asked.
"I"m going home," she told him.
s.h.i.t, he had to get her past this. If he didn"t get in there, and not just in her c.u.n.t, he"d never earn her trust and get what he needed from her.
His arms tightened further. "Are we gonna f.u.c.k tomorrow night?"
"Yes. At the club, if we can reserve a salon. If not, it"s back here."
"Can you explain why we can"t pa.s.s out here and f.u.c.k in the morning and again at the club tomorrow night while we hopefully watch a bottom submit knowin" you want to try that with me but talkin" s.h.i.t because you wanna convince me you like top?"
"I-" she began to make some lame excuse.
f.u.c.k, he was wiped.
Which meant he was done.
"Clean up and come back to bed, Olivia," he said on a sigh, loosening his arms.
"Not good with orders, Sebring."