I was shell-shocked when Ian mentioned who was at his art soiree, wishing to meet me and how they were anxious to see my work. I was also at a loss for words after he told me what he had also done-leaving me speechless the entire night.

Never in my wildest dreams did I ever see my artwork become something of an art dealer or even a museum would ever want in their hands and for them to show and advertise to the world. And because of the surprising events that took forth tonight, I left Ian's museum in shock.

I'm also feeling in awe about the whole ordeal that I can't stop replaying in my mind everything that happened. Including the interaction, I wished I hadn't witnessed between Ian and his ex, Alexandra. Meeting her intimidated me for some strange reason. And I don't know why.

After learning everything about Alexandra from Hannah, and the little Ian had mentioned about her, one would think she'd be easy to blow off. But after seeing her, I can see why Ian was with her, why he loved her, and why he had a hard time letting her go-she's absolutely beautiful.

Scratch that.

Alexandra isn't just beautiful. She's overly and amazingly stunningly gorgeous. Someone, a well-known magazine, would put on their front cover and title her as the most beautiful woman in the world.

I know Ian's ex shouldn't cause me to feel threatened, especially after knowing Alexandra's married to Jefferson Thomas, but I do. And it's not like me to feel threatened or jealous by a woman-an ex of a man I'm dating. I'm a much stronger person than how I'm feeling at the moment. And I'm embarrassed by these crazy thoughts and feelings that when Ian asked what I was thinking, it ashamed me to want to admit what was on my mind.

However, the names Ian chose to call his ex made me smile and laugh. I also felt better after agreeing with him by my calling her a bitch as well. I may not know Alexandra personally, but from everything I've heard about her and seen with my own eyes, she truly deserves every name Ian sees her as.

Although as much as I'd like to hear Ian say he's officially over his ex-fiancée, I'm not in the mood to discuss anything more about her, so I'm glad he changed the subject. After Ian gave me one of the most unforgettable nights I've ever had, I'd hate to end this night by us fighting over a woman who'll never be Ian's again-a shitty relationship that had ended between them years ago.

But I agree with Ian. We need to end this amazing night with a bang. So, because of what Ian did and how he made me one of the happiest women in the world tonight, instead of repeatedly thanking him, I'm showing him how appreciative I am for what he did for me.

The moment we entered his home, and he closed the door, I shoved him up against it, crushed my lips to his, and showed him how hungry I was for him. Then, as our tongues wrestled, fought, and tangled with each other, Ian gripped either side of my shoulders where he desperately tried but failed to take control of the moment.

With our lips locked together, he groaned, "What do you think you're doing?"

I smiled and purred, "I'm the one in control tonight. Not you..." I latched onto his bottom lip using my teeth, then tugged while looking him in the eye. "Do you have a problem with that?"

"Yeah, I do," he sternly said, then with a grin, he warned, "I'm the dominant one, not you. Your role is to submit to me."

That's what he thinks...

My lips curved upward, and then with my eyes locked with his, I slowly shook my head. "Not tonight, mister," I informed. "Tonight, the roles reversed, and you're going to submit to me."

Before he could say anything, I pressed my lips hard to his, then bit down on his bottom lip and pulled hard until he chuckled. "I don't think so."

"You may not think so, but you are, and you will. You insist on calling me your little dominatrix, so tonight, I'm going to use that against you and be the domina. So... I need you to come up with a safe word," I demanded, grinning.

His eyes wandered from side to side as he looked at me. Either I left him speechless, he's thinking of a safe word, or he's trying to stifle a laugh that's itching to come out.

I tilted my head to the side while running my fingers through his hair. "Well? What's your safe word?"

A grin quickly formed on his gorgeous face, causing some tremendous heat to form between my thighs and my pussy to twitch.

"You're serious, aren't you?"

The look on his face made me want to laugh, but if I wanted to be the one in control tonight, I knew I needed to look serious. So, with a straight face, I nodded, then said, "Yes. So? What'll it be?"

"I can't believe you're talking me into this."

"If you don't come up with a safe word, I'll just do what I want, and when you beg me to stop, I'll refuse," I warned.

"Fine," he breathed. "My safe word will be pineapple."

My brows drew together, and then I giggled. "Pineapple? Why pineapple?"

"Because I hate pineapple."

Who the heck hates pineapple?

"I call your bluff. I remember giving you pineapple once, and you ate it."

"I was hungry, and I wasn't thinking clearly that night. So pineapple it will be. I will also use that word since I hate that you're making me do this. I'd rather get off satisfying my girl until she can no longer handle it, rather than my girl getting off seeing her man begging for her to stop."

"Oh, boo-hoo," I smiled, faking a pout. "You know you'll enjoy a woman making you squirm."

The corner of his lip twitched upward, and with a lust-filled look in his eye, he leaned forward, rested his forehead against mine, and then began caressing the side of my face with the back of his hand. "You're right. But you're also mistaken when you say I'll enjoy a woman making me squirm. I won't enjoy just any woman-I'll only enjoy you-my woman, my girl, making me squirm. Big difference."

My woman...

My girl...

Ian's admission warmed my heart, tickled my belly, and weakened my knees. His admission also excited me-and it excited me so much that I shoved him up against the door and crashed my mouth to his-kissing him as my life depended on it.

Ian moaned and groaned, gripped and pulled my hair, forcing me to break the kiss when he tugged-pulling my head backward as he pulled-a magnetic pull drawing his mouth to my neck, where he devoured it like it would be his last meal.

A breath of happiness escaped my lips, and like an overly happy and content kitty, I purred while my fingers kneaded through his hair.

Ian was doing everything in his power to get me to succumb to him, making it so I'd forget about wanting to be in control of our sexual rendezvous this evening.

No way will I allow him to beguile me.

Not tonight...

Tonight I'm his master, and he is my slave.

My hands lowered down the sides of his face, stopping and resting on his jawline. I tried to pull him away from the pleasures of my flesh, and when he refused to part from my skin filled with goosebumps, I yelled, "Accident!"

My safe word worked, but when his mouth quit moving, and his lips left my body, a sound of displeasure left his maw, and a look of annoyance spread across his face. "You caved too soon," he breathed as he looked into my eyes.

I raised my hand between us, my finger pointing towards the ceiling. And as I waved my finger from side to side, I clucked my tongue against the roof of my mouth, then warned, "You are not in control tonight, mister." The thought of what he was trying to accomplish caused me to smirk devilishly. "Although, I'll admit, it was a nice attempt on your part to work me as you were, hoping to excite me enough to forget that I wanted to be in thrall over you."

He quietly chuckled, and then as he began to speak, I stopped him by pointing to the ground and demanding that he get down on his hands and knees, surprising him.

Ian's left brow arched high. "Excuse me?"

"I said, get down on your hands and knees... now," I ordered.

To my surprise, he did as he was told, and with his head lowered, he amusingly asked, "What would you like me to do now, my beautiful dominatrix?"

"My white lion is going to lead me to their lair, and once we're inside, you'll immediately provide me with those handcuffs you enjoy using with me."

His head turned to the side. "Anything else?"

"A blindfold, of course," I said, smirking. "Oh, and if you have one of those collar and leash thingies. I'd like that too."

"You're not serious, are you?"

"Yes, I am. After that little stunt, you tried pulling. You know. The one where you tried getting me to succumb to your sexually enticing, tempting, and alluring ways? That, my dear, earned you an extra-disciplinary action," I enlightened, trying my damndest not to laugh.

I have no idea what I'm doing, but seeing the hint of disapproval on Ian's face, along with his frown, made what I was attempting to do all the more fun.

"Oh no, you don't," I reprimanded, blocking him with my foot when he tried standing. "You're going to head to your room on all fours," I ordered, giving him an extra push to get moving.

"Yes, ma'am," he humorously chortled.

Using my foot, I gave him another playful shove, along with a warning that he's not to address me politely but to address me as I'm his master. "It's yes, mistress, not yes, ma'am."

Ian reluctantly guided us to his room, and after a bit of him protesting, he handed me everything I asked him for. Including the collar and leash-a prop I had thrown in to be funny-something I wasn't expecting at all to see. And now that I have it in my hand, I better use it while I can before he changes his mind and quickly takes it away, using it on me instead.

With Ian still on the ground and on all fours, I walked around, stopped, then guided him up, ordering him to give me his hands. I latched the cuffs around his wrists, put on the collar, and then, as I tied the blindfold around him, he begged, "Tawny, this isn't right. Please don't make me do this. It's humiliating."

I laughed within myself. "You big baby. I thought this was the type of game you enjoyed playing," I reminded as I walked back in front of him.

"I do. But I like to be the one in charge."

"Boo-hoo..." I teased. "Now stand up," I ordered, grinning like the devil he once accused me of being.

I dug my hands underneath his armpits, helped Ian stand, and then I guided him over to the bed, pushed him backward, and after he laid on top of the bed, I hurriedly removed his pants and boxer briefs.

I climbed on top of Ian. And then I grabbed his wrists, hooked the handcuffs to the latch on the headboard. Then, with a smile, I lowered my face and pecked my lips on his. Then, to get Ian to squirm, I softly traced his mouth with my tongue while my hand wrapped around and worked his cock. "Don't you dare play dirty," I warned. "It's time I put a smile on that handsome face of yours," I said quietly, stroking his beautiful muscle.

"You always bring a smile to my face," he admitted as I lowered down to the golden ticket. The most valuable prize of Ian's that has satisfied me in every which way.

I wrapped the leash around my hand, and then without warning, I sucked Ian's mandingo into my hot, watery mouth-idolizing every square inch of it. He moaned and groaned and violently squirmed his hips every time my tongue circled the crown of his cock.

With my eyes on the blindfold and curious to see how he'd react, I slowly lowered my mouth and took him in as far as my mouth allowed, my tonsils boxing the head of his cock as the back of my throat responded to the foreign object.

"Tawny, stop," he begged, stiffening his body.

I tugged the leash, alerting him to behave. Then, with his engorged shaft shoved deep into my mouth, I demanded, "Hush. I'll stop when I'm ready to stop."

I continued worshipping the overly swollen shaft that had my taste buds craving for more. But when I felt the veins of Ian's cock grow more extensively and pulsate like a rapidly beating heart, on the verge of exploding, the momentum changed. My bobbing head gained speed, and when Ian begged me to stop, I tugged the leash and moved even faster until he erupted-savoring every drop of fluid he released into my mouth.

"You're a bad, bad girl," Ian scolded, breathing heavily. "Naughty, naughty girl."

I giggled while wiping my mouth. "I think you enjoyed me being a bad girl."

"Of course I did," he admitted. "What guy wouldn't enjoy his girl's mouth wrapped around their cock, sucking them dry. But, the one thing you need to know is that never again will I allow this to happen, sugar lips. It's my job to satisfy and make you happy. Not the other way around."

Pfft.

"Take this blindfold off, and undo the handcuffs, would you, please?"

Nope... not yet.

Like the she-devil, Ian once told the store clerk I was, a smile I wished he could see formed on my face. "I'm not done with you yet. So, no. I will not free you from the blindfold and handcuffs."

"Tawny," he groaned, the sounds of the handcuffs echoing the room as he shook his hands, trying to free himself.

"Ian," I said, repeating his annoyed tone as I stood. "I already told you. This is my night to show how appreciative I am for everything you've done for me," I addressed as I started lowering my dress.

"I can hear you removing your dress. Will you at least allow me to see my gorgeous dominatrix naked?"

I stopped undressing midway, looked at Ian, and thought about how my body reacted every time I saw his gorgeous green eyes sparkling as he looked at me and my naked flesh.

Just thinking about it has my pussy instructing me to remove the blindfold from Ian.

So... I did.

And I'm glad I did. The second my eyes locked with Ian's, my heart began to drip. And it started dripping faster the more we stared into one another's eyes. He had a different look in his eye, a peculiar look-a warning about how he truly feels about me.

In the short time we've officially been together; he's fallen in love with me. And I think my taking charge tonight sealed his love for me.

He wasn't protesting my wanting to be the mistress tonight. Instead, he was testing himself... and me.

And I believe those feelings are mutual.

With our eyes still focused on one another and with no words being said, I let go of my dress. And as it fell to the ground, Ian's green eyes sparkled brightly, and the need of wanting to feel him inside me increased.

"God, you're fucking beautiful," Ian quietly muttered. "How on earth did I get so lucky for you to be mine?"

Instead of responding, I climbed on top of him.

"Kiss me, sugar lips," he begged.

As I lowered my mouth to him, I wrapped my hand around his cock, and started kissing him more demandingly when I placed him at my very wet, very hungry, and throbbing opening.

I lifted my hips, and then in one very hard push, he was inside of me. My lower lips swallowing him whole-making us one.

I parted from his mouth, rested my hands on his chest, then pushed myself up and rode him like I was riding a bull at a rodeo.

The longer I bounced up and down his shaft and swayed my hips from side to side, the more I missed the feeling of having his hands on me. Then, without letting Ian know I missed him touching me, I abruptly stopped, and then I leaned forward and gripped his wrists.

"What are you doing?"

"Freeing you."

"Why?"

"Because..."

"Because why?" He pressed, proudly grinning like he knew what I needed and wanted to hear it come directly from my mouth.

"My back is hurting, and I could use a little break," I lied with a straight face.

Ian knew I was lying, but instead, he kept what he knew inside. And after I freed his hands, he wrapped his arms around me, and then he pulled me down-a magnetic force instantly drawing our mouths together.

With our lips locked and moving in a heated rhythm, he rolled us over, with Ian now being the one on top. Then, instead of disciplining me like he said he would do, he slid his cock back inside my canal and made love to me for the rest of the night.

"I have one thing to say to you," he said, his words sounding more serious than the nervous look on his face.

"What's that?" I asked, my heart beating faster than it was when we were making love.

"I never thought I'd ever feel this remarkable and extremely intense feeling I've felt lately, along with three big words that are about to exit this mouth. I've tried fighting it, and I've tried telling myself it's not true. But after tonight, I now know the battle I've tried to fight needs to come to an end. Because there's just no way I can fight these feelings and thoughts any longer. And if I continue doing so, I'll lose out on the best thing that's ever fucking happened to me."

I had a strong feeling of what was coming next and slowly swallowed. "And what would that be?" I quietly asked, nervousness in my voice.

"I love you, Tawny. I love you so damn much that it scares me to lose you."

I knew it...

My mouth slowly crept upward-a smile so genuine, so true, and so full of feelings that the longer I smiled, my teeth came to light-brightening the room.

"I love you too," I admitted and then surprised him with what I said next. "I never admitted this to anyone. Not even to my best friend, Skye. But I've had a massive crush on you since the first day we met. And I told myself that someday, you'd be mine... all mine. And I was right."

I know it's been a while, hopefully the chapter was okay!❤❤🤞🤞