Cowboy Casanova - Lorelei James [12]
Way out of your element, Ainsley.
“See, the true power in a dominant and submissive relationship lies with the submissive. Because the sub cedes all control, it’s up to the Dom to make sure all the sub’s needs are being met. To give the sub what she—or he—wants.”
“What do you want?”
Bennett let his gaze slowly slide down to her cleavage, then back up to her mouth. “I want to please you.”
Had any man ever said that to her?
“In that I’ll gain my own pleasure. But since you brought up my dual sides, I’ll admit I’m not a switch very often. In fact, I’m the lone switch here right now. So if you want to play tonight, I’m your only choice.”
And what a fine, fine choice. She tempered her eagerness with an offhand, “I suppose that’ll work.”
“Good. But there is a catch. You’re planning to be here two nights so I’ll make you a deal.”
“I’m listening.” God was she ever listening. His deep, rich voice was as mesmerizing as his deep, rich eyes.
“If I agree to let you be my dominant tonight, then I want you to agree to be my submissive tomorrow night.”
Oh no. Oh hell no, automatically popped into her brain.
Stop lying to yourself. Isn’t this what you were secretly hoping for? To find a man who could see beyond your façade?
Here was her chance to experience both sides. To see if one really fit her better than the other—or not at all. One weekend out of her life. What would it matter? They’d probably never see each other again anyway. “I accept your terms.”
Bennett brought her hand to his mouth and kissed the inside of her wrist. “Thank you. Let’s get hard limits out of the way.”
Ainsley had no idea what that meant. “You first.”
“No other guys in the play. No kissing guys, no blowjobs from guys and definitely no sex with guys. Not that you’d probably get any offers of men in this club wantin’ to do me anyway.”
“Anything else?”
He scratched his jaw. “I wouldn’t be crazy about you donning a strap-on and shoving it up my ass.”
Geez. That possibility hadn’t crossed her mind. At all. She tossed off a breezy, “I’ll take that into consideration.”
“Thank you.”
Bennett appeared to be waiting for her to lead the conversation. “Layla mentioned you’re a switch because occasionally you want pain. And I’ll be honest, I’m not comfortable with that.”
A dark brow winged up. “Ever? That seems unusual for a Domme.”
Rookie mistake. “Not ever, but definitely not on the first play date. So if you’re looking for someone to take a cane to your butt…I’m not your dominant tonight.”
“What about usin’ restraints?”
“Is that what you like, Bennett?”
“No. I prefer to be the one doin’ the tyin’ up.”
Now there was an idea. Tying him to the bed and utilizing his very fine body as her personal sexual playground. “So using restraints is a hard limit with you?”
Bennett gave her a considering look. “No, I guess not. With the exception of you tyin’ my junk up in knots. I ain’t down with that at all.”
She permitted a sly smile. “Good to know. Any other hard limits?” She mentally scrambled to remember specific scenes in the BDSM books she’d read. “Hot wax?”
He shook his head.
“Nipple clamps?”
“Not my fave, but not a hell no.”
Think. What else? “Anal beads?”
Wariness entered his eyes. “No way.”
“Ice, feathers, a blindfold?”
“Ice? Yes. Feathers? Yes. Blindfold?” Bennett’s molten eyes drank in every nuance of her face. “No. I’d rather not wear a blindfold because I wanna watch you dominate me. Bein’ at the mercy of a beautiful woman is a total fuckin’ turn on.”
Her belly gave a little flip.
“Now lemme ask you something, Angel. How would you like me to address you?”
“How do your subs address you?”
“Bennett. Or Sir.”
“Not Master?”
He scowled. “No. Only two Masters at the club. And I don’t reckon I’d like bein’ called that. Ever.”
“You can call me Angel or…” Mistress sounded as pretentious as Master so she said, “Ma’am.”
“Yes, Ma’am. That’ll work fine.”
Needing a break from the sexual tension arcing between them, she turned her attention to the