Bondage Buddies (Masters of Marquis Book 1) by Golden Angel (english novels for beginners TXT) 📗

easy.” Mitch stepped back, pulling away from her and smoothing his hands over his shirt where she’d wrinkled it.

Domi scowled at him. Seriously?

“We’ve been fucking for months!”

“That was when we weren’t dating,” he said breezily over his shoulder, making his way back to the car in the driveway.

Fuming, Domi still found herself checking out his ass as he went. What? He had a really nice butt, and it looked good in jeans.

“You suck,” she called after him.

“Sadist, remember?” Opening his car door, he winked at her, leaning against the opening. “Speaking of, don’t you dare get yourself off. I’ll know.”

“And what, you’ll punish me?” Yeah, she knew she was bratting, but hey, she was disappointed. She’d had a really great first date, a really great end of the first date kiss, and had been looking forward to some really great first date orgasms.

Hmmm.

Wait… does this mean I’m easy?

“I’ll tie you to a spanking bench with your legs spread far apart and use a vibrator on you until you’re begging me to cum… and I still won’t let you.” A wicked grin accompanied his threat, and Domi’s horror rose even as the words sent a shot of lust straight to her pussy. Her body was so messed up sometimes. The picture he painted was hot as fuck but also sounded awful. She couldn’t decide whether or not she actually wanted him to do it.

Would it be worth it?

Probably not.

Sadist.

One who had already proved very adept at knowing exactly how to punish her—and not in a fun painful way.

Giving her a jaunty wave, Mitch closed the car door and got his seat belt buckled. Domi crossed her arms over her chest and scowled at him, still disbelieving he was going to leave her standing there, sexually frustrated. Sure enough, he gave her another wave and drove away.

The rat bastard.

Stomping into the house, Domi flounced to the couch where Rae was sitting. The expression of surprise on her bestie’s face didn’t help anything.

“Was it bad?”

“No.” Domi bit off the word. “It was really good! But apparently, Mr. Manwhore doesn’t fuck on the first date.”

There was a long moment of silence, then Rae burst out laughing.

No love. No love from anyone.

Chapter Fourteen

Mitch

It turned out, liking someone and enjoying their company actually made dating pretty easy. The only downside was she wasn’t ready to introduce him to Ana as Domi’s boyfriend yet, which he totally understood and respected, but they weren’t able to get together when she had Ana. Since Mitch’s work schedule wasn’t exactly normal, it worked out.

They texted every day, and when he got to sleep at a normal time, he called her before going to bed. They made plans for a second date on Sunday after Ana went back to her dad’s.

It felt kinda like when they were fuck buddies at Stronghold, except they were making plans to actually see each other instead of having sex. A little different, but not in a bad way.

Truthfully, Mitch was feeling a little awkward about how to have sex with her again. Did they do it at his house? Hers? At Stronghold or Marquis? Probably Marquis, which seemed more special if it was going to be the last option. They were dating now, and he was making her wait for the third date… he should make it special, right? That was the kind of thing people who were dating did.

Being nervous about having sex with a woman he’d already fucked many times in every position he could think of was a little weird, but there it was. That’s exactly what they’d been doing—casually fucking, with no intentional meaning, though obviously, feelings had slowly crept in, anyway. He’d been fucking in ignorance, unaware of the change, but now that it had been acknowledged…

Well, there might be some performance anxiety.

Not that he’d admit that to anyone. Just thinking about trying to explain it made him cringe.

“Mitch? Mitch?” Jane’s voice finally punctured his reverie, and he jerked upright to a standing position, nearly fumbling the clipboard he was holding.

“Yes?” He pressed the clipboard down on the counter he’d been leaning on, pretending as if he hadn’t been lost in his own little world. “Were you saying something?”

Jane smiled up at him, a little shyly, a coy look in her eye, and a little alarm went off in the back of Mitch’s brain. He’d honed the instinct to know when a woman was interested and when she wasn’t. Jane had never set off any signals before that he’d noticed, but now she was. He shifted back. Jane leaned forward. Yup. Definitely interested. His reflexes were slow, his brain too caught up in everything else to get him out of there before she spoke again.

“Shift is almost over. I was wondering if maybe you’d like to go grab a drink?” She tilted her head, clearly expecting a yes.

“Oh, ah…” Shit. Her invitation could be interpreted as a normal co-worker invite, but Mitch could tell it wasn’t. He also knew from experience, turning down a date when the woman hadn’t phrased it as exactly that could be harrowing. He also didn’t want to leave an opening for later. Then a thought occurred to him—a reason he’d never been able to use before because he’d never had it to use before. “Sorry, Jane, but I gotta get home and call my girlfriend. We didn’t really get the chance to talk last night.”

Wow. He’d expected that to feel weird, but it actually felt pretty nice. It was the first time he’d called Domi his girlfriend, and a weird sense of possessive pride swept through him. Domi was his girlfriend.

Jane blinked.

“You have a girlfriend? You’ve never talked about a girlfriend before.” Her tone was almost accusatory.

“It’s kinda new. Well, the girlfriend part.” A stupid, wide grin had taken up space on his face, and he didn’t seem to be able to make it go away, not even in an attempt to spare Jane’s feelings. “We’ve been seeing each other for months but never