“Are you going to let me? Or does that go against some Dom rule?”

   Mischief danced in his eyes. “The only rules are the rules I make up and I’m thinking, the new rule is, anytime we eat in the dining room, you have to suck me off.”

   She let her hands trail down his body as she lowered herself to the floor. “That’s a rule I could get behind.”

   “Or more accurately, would it be a rule you could kneel for?”

   She slowly took his pants down, releasing his cock. “All day. Any day. And twice on Sundays.”

   “Do it.” His voice was hoarse, stretched tight with desire. “Wrap those lips around me. Take me into your mouth.”

   She willingly and happily obeyed. She loved the taste of him. Loved being on her knees for him. Though she liked the gentleman Luke, it was the Dom Luke who really turned her on.

   Unfortunately, he didn’t allow her much time. It seemed way too short before he was pulling her up to stand.

   “I wasn’t finished,” she said.

   “Be that as it may, I’m not going to be the first one to release tonight.”

   “Lucky, lucky me.”

   She started toward the bedroom, but he put a hand on her shoulder to stop her.

   “I’ve never had anybody strip down naked in my dining room before either.”

   She lifted an eyebrow. “Is that an order?”

   “It is now. Take them off.” He stepped out of his own pants. “I want you completely naked, except for the heels. The heels stay on.”

   She slipped out of her dress and underwear. “Like the heels, do you?”

   “I like them a lot.”

   The admission made her almost giddy. She’d bought the shoes with him in mind. They were ridiculously expensive—red, strappy, and very high. “When I bought them, all I could think about was you fucking me in them.”

   “Is that right?” he asked. At her nod, he continued. “Then I think as your Dom, it’s my duty to make that fantasy come true.”

   His words heated her, ran through her body like lava, making her even hotter as she pictured the scene. And, of course, he picked up on that fact right away.

   “I can tell how much the thought of that turns you on. Walk in front of me as we head to the bedroom so I can see that fine ass.” As if to emphasize his point, he gave her right butt cheek a slap.

   She giggled, but started walking toward the bedroom, looking over her shoulder as she did so. He saw her looking and gave her a wink. She swayed her hips as she walked, satisfied with the fact he couldn’t keep his eyes off her. “Like what you see?”

   “Sweetheart, when it comes to you, I like everything.”

   Satisfied, she turned around and walked into the bedroom. “Where do you want me?”

   “That’s a loaded question.” He unbuttoned his shirt, slowly, as if he knew she was watching him and enjoyed what she saw. “Where do I want you? I want you everywhere.”

   “Shall we start on the bed?” she teased. “Maybe then move to the bathroom? Or the shower? We haven’t tried your shower yet.”

   “Maybe.” He was thinking now, and that made her a tiny bit apprehensive. Because now it seemed as if he was going to try something different. Of course, with Luke that would be fun. She trusted him completely, which was more than she could say about some people she had played with in the past.

   “No matter what you decide, the first thing that should happen is you getting naked.” She made a move toward him. “Let me help with that shirt.”

   “No, I think you should stay right there.” He turned and walked toward the bathroom.

   “Where are you going?”

   “I decided we’re going to start in the bathroom.”

   “But if we start in there, I have to take my shoes off.”

   He turned around, and narrowed his eyes. “First of all, you keep forgetting you’re not in charge. Second of all, I didn’t say we were starting in the shower. I said the bathroom. Thirdly, you’ll keep the shoes on until I tell you differently. And lastly, keep trying to Top from the bottom, and I’ll spank yours.”

   Damn, it turned her on so much when he got bossy. Or maybe it was the fact that he was going to fuck her in the bathroom, with her shoes on. Of course, it could’ve been the threat of a spanking. “Yes, Sir.”

   “That’s more like it.” He disappeared into the bathroom and didn’t say anything else, but she heard him moving around and the opening and closing of drawers. “While I’m getting everything ready in here, I want you to play with yourself. Any way you want, as long as you don’t come.”

   “Yes, Sir.”

   “And you’re going to tell me what you’re doing.”

   “Right now, I’m playing with my breasts.” She cupped them, running her thumbs over her nipples.

   “Nice, a good place to start. But are you just brushing them?”

   “Yes, Sir.”

   “Pinch those nipples. Hard. Because you know I would make them hurt.”

   She moaned because she knew it was true. She ran her hands over her breasts again, this time pinching the nipples between her thumb and forefinger. “I’m pinching.”

   “Harder.”

   She pinched them even harder, rolled the tip between her fingers. “Okay,” she said, and her voice was more strained than it was before.

   “Good girl. I can tell by the hitch in your voice that you did what I asked.” He was no longer rustling around the bathroom. “Now run your hands down your body and slowly brush just the entrance of your pussy. Tell me how wet you are.”