His words moved over me like a soft caress. Good girl. I shivered and my clit pulsed hard. I crossed my legs to ease the pressure—but it had the opposite effect I’d hoped for.

I chewed my food and swallowed automatically. What made me want to obey him? My thoughts wandered to a romance book my best friend Luna had bought for me a few months back. She’d told me I needed to get laid, and I’d told her that wasn’t going to happen, so she declared if I wasn’t going to get laid in person, I could at least get off on with an erotic novel—then she handed the book to me.

It seemed so cliché at the time. The book cover had a bare-chested, six-pack-abs sexy hunk on the front, and some billionaire title…

Funny thing though? I had gotten off when I read it.

It was a dirty, sexy, dark romance novel about a dominant and his sub. It was my first introduction to BDSM, and yes, I realize nearly everyone in the world had read Fifty Shades of Grey by then, but I hadn’t. Honestly, I’d thought it was beneath me.

I’d felt my pussy grow wet with every word I read about their D/S relationship and found myself daydreaming about a man who would make me come like that someday. A man who would make me his sub.

My response had shocked me. I was a feminist, and solid. I’d never thought I could be a submissive to anyone—not in any way, but when I read the book… it was the explicit sex and spankings that had gotten me off the most. I’d dreamt of it. I wanted it. Who was I kidding? I still wanted it.

Could Caden be a Dom?

I snuck a glance at him as he loaded the dishes into the dishwasher. He walked back to get my plate the moment I put the last bite into my mouth. I’d done it slowly, hyper-aware that he watched as the filet mignon entered my mouth and my lips closed over the fork. I’d almost thought I heard a groan, but that might have been my heightened imagination—or wishful thinking.

I grabbed my wine glass when he moved back to the dishwasher and tipped the glass all the way up, draining the glass. Mm. It was delicious and warmed my body. I felt a slight buzz, but nothing significant. I definitely wasn’t inebriated, but hopefully influenced just enough that I could approach tonight with an open mind.

Caden’s eyes darkened with desire. I swear the guy was a mind reader. The color of his eyes graduated from topaz to almost sapphire. God, if I didn’t know better I’d think he could make me come just by looking at me.

I hadn’t had sex for a very long time. Three years, to be exact. It was long overdue, and I couldn’t imagine a more perfect man to dip into those waters with, than Caden Stone.

I pushed my glass away and stood. Caden’s eyes locked on mine.

He moved toward me, stopping when he stood in front of me. “How are you feeling?”

My stomach did a flip-flop again. “I’m good,” I assured him and then did a little twirl. “Thank you for dinner,” I added. “It was exactly what I needed.” I felt my body sway toward him.

“Arms up,” he demanded.

My breath quickened, and I did as he asked without hesitation, shivering as his fingers traced a trail from my chin, down my chest, and then to my stomach. He pulled my t-shirt over my head in one quick move and tossed it.

“Pants next.”

I smiled, tempted to tease him, but if he was into the BDSM scene and punishment, I didn’t know what to expect, so my hands quickly moved to the waist of my yoga pants, I slid them down to my ankles and stepped out of them.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathed. “Turn.”

I did, slowly, stopping when I was facing him again.

“Bra, then panties. Eyes on me.”

My panties were wet and getting wetter by the second. I took a deep breath and then reached behind me to release my bra. When I did, Caden’s fingers teased my nipples through the lace of my bra. I moaned, my eyes closing.

“Eyes on me, Avery,” he demanded.

My eyes flew to his, and I quickly shed the bra and my panties. I was standing naked in front of him.

He licked his lips as his eyes locked on my breasts. They were a natural 36C, and I was proud of them. My nipples puckered under his gaze.

“Turn around and bend over.”

I hesitated. “Caden, I’ve never…”

“Turn around,” he insisted, “and bend over.”

I bit my lower lip but did as he requested—no demanded. He was a doctor after all; I didn’t have anything he hadn’t seen many times before.

As I turned he said, “Hands on your ankles, legs spread.”

I complied, remembering a similar scene from the book I’d read, but then jumped when his fingers teased the outside of my soaking lips, slowly moving inside, circling my clit. My breath hitched when he dipped a finger inside my pussy and continued his way to my back hole.

“But I’ve—“ was met with a slap to my ass. “Ouch!” I exclaimed.

He rubbed both of my ass cheeks gently, and I moaned.

“Fuck, Avery, do you know what you do to me?” he asked.

“No sir, but I’d like to find out.”

He chuckled, and I felt a small surge of satisfaction. I wiggled my ass.

He smacked it again. “Follow me.”