Lainey patted Sarah on the shoulders. “We’ll go get a drink and you can tell me all about it.”
Peeking at her friend between her fingers, Sarah saw humor and a good deal of anticipation in her friend Lainey’s eyes. “Nothing to tell,” Sarah said.
“You’re not going to tell me that you didn’t have sex with the best-looking man in the city?” Lainey asked.
Sarah rolled her eyes. “It was a bit obvious that we’d had sex.”
“OMG! Well, how was it? How was Mr. New York?” Lainey’s voice ended on a squeal.
Sarah dropped her hands and started her car. She grinned. “Best sex this side of the Rockies.” She’d deal with Cory later…or not…and Jake? Him as well.
“Drinks, Girlfriend. Then you are going to spill all the juicy details to your very best friend,” Lainey said.
Drinks were served at Sarah’s apartment so she could shower and change into her comfortable sweats. She curled up on the couch, her feet tucked beneath her and her hands cradling her glass of white wine.
“Well, don’t keep me in suspense. How was it?” Lainey asked.
Despite all that happened, Sarah grinned. “Good.”
Lainey frowned. “Just good?”
“All right, it was damn good. Best sex I’ve ever had, even if it was a bit strange.”
Lainey lifted her brows. “Don’t tell me our Mr. New York Accountant is into kinky stuff?”
Sarah took a sip of wine. “No, not kinky, at least I don’t think it was.” Just remembering how he’d ordered her to him made her hot inside.
“I think that was his job,” Sarah said with a wicked grin. She held up a hand, blocking the pillow that Lainey tossed.
“All right. It was strange because he kept ordering me around and telling me what to do or not do.” Sarah’s insides were melting at the memories of obeying his every command.
“Like what?” Lainey’s voice was breathless.
Sarah set her wine glass down. “Well, to start with, he ordered me to come to him.” She wrinkled her nose. “Like you’d tell your dog to come. He even pointed to a spot in front of him.” She didn’t add that she’d obeyed like a well-trained dog and had lapped up the entire encounter.
“OMG! Sarah! Did you do it?”
Shrugging, Sarah grinned. “Said it was the only way I was going to have sex with him. Jake made it crystal clear that we had to follow his rules.”
“OMG, Jake is a Dom! You had sex with a Dom!” Lainey went into a mock swoon. She fanned herself with a magazine from the end table.
Sarah rolled her eyes at her pal’s antics. “What’s a Dom?”
Giggling and laughing so hard that she had tears streaming down her face, Lainey gasped, “He’s a Dominant, and you were his submissive.”
Sarah’s eyes popped open. “What?”
“You know, BDSM,” Lainey said.
“No way! You mean he likes to tie people up or spank them…” Sarah felt herself turning red when she recalled the flat of his palm against her ass.
“He spanked you?” Lainey asked.
“Um, guess I wasn’t a good submissive?” Sarah said.
Lainey howled with laughter. The absurdity of it made Sarah giggle. Not only had she had elevator sex, the best sex this side of the Rockies, but she’d had kinky sex as well!
Sobering, Lainey leaned forward. “He didn’t hurt you, did he? Or make you do anything you didn’t want to do?”
Remembering all the things he’d done, the incredible orgasms she’d had, Sarah grinned. “No. I think I liked it.” Better than liked. Her body throbbed just remembering what he’d done and if she didn’t stop thinking about sex with Jake, she’d have to change her panties again. Damn, she was wet with lust.
“So how do you know what Jake is?” Sarah asked.
Lainey grinned. “Paul and I are into role playing.”
Sarah decided she didn’t want to know who played what role! “So tell me about Dominants and submissives,” she asked instead.
“Well, the Dom, that’s Jake, will expect you to be submissive whenever the two of you are alone…if you are going to see each other for, um, sex.”