Lance didn’t take the bait. He didn’t reply in words; he merely nodded a yes. Nora slipped out of her robe and straddled his naked hips. Pleased with his ability to follow orders, she gave him a kiss on the mouth before rolling onto her back. Lance took two pillows and put one under her head and the other under her hips. Her legs fell wide open and she relaxed into the warmth of the setting sunlight streaming through the windows and the comfort of being with a man who she trusted, a man who wanted nothing but to give her pleasure again and again. More women should really try the Domme lifestyle. A man genetically programmed to want to sexually service a woman and be her willing slave? She had yet to find the downside.

Settling between her open thighs, Lance stroked her legs, massaged her stomach and hips.

“Toys are in the drawer,” Nora said. “And lube. Anything you want. You don’t have to use them, but in case you were wondering...”

Lance raised his eyebrow and tentatively opened the drawer of her nightstand. He looked in the drawer and his eyes widened hugely before looking back at her. He stuck his hand in the drawer, winced, and blew on his fingers as if something had burned him. Nora covered her face and laughed again. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d laughed so hard in bed with a man. Usually it was get in, get kinky, get laid and get out. Or with Søren it was get in, cry, get beaten, cry, get laid, try not to cry when she remembered how much she missed him, and get out.

With his hand playing the part of a creeping spider, Lance slowly and carefully dipped his hand once more into the drawer.

“Lube and a vibrator?” she asked. “You take this orgasm stuff seriously, don’t you?”

Lance nodded. He held three fingers up.

“Is that what you’re putting in me?” she asked, pointing at his hand.

He shook his head in a “no.”

“Is that how many times you’re going to get me off?”

This time he nodded.

“Groovy,” she said and fluffed her pillow behind her head. “Go for it.”

He went for it. First he did nothing but touch her with his bare hands. He slid two fingers into her and she sighed as he pushed deep, probing her. He widened her with his fingertips, and found the most secret places inside her, even going far enough in to lightly touch her cervix.

He pulled his fingers out but only long enough to pour some lubricant on them before going back in. Now instead of two fingers, he pushed in three. Three and then four. And with his thumb he teased her clitoris.

Heat pooled in her stomach and she knew Lance could feel it radiating between her thighs. She loved the touch of a man’s hand inside her, opening her up in different ways, turning her inside out with pleasure. Lance moved his hand with a spiraling motion, spiraling in and out again, in and out. She wanted to beg for release, but she remembered that she was the Dominant partner here and had to act like it. So instead of begging, she ordered.