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Do you find talking about sex a challenge? All those fantasies kept secret and hidden away – would you ever talk about them? Stefan is encouraging his girlfriend, Callie, to open up so he can understand her better. A conversation conducted in the middle of the night in the pitch black.
Lying on my side, I snuggled against Stefan, draped my arm over his chest and kissed his shoulder with my moistened lips. I stroked the soft hairs about his breastbone, purring to myself with contentment. I felt neither sleepy nor fully awake. Whatever dreams I’d been having quickly vacated my mind, leaving me unsure what to think about. Stefan’s chest rose and fell rhythmically—a hypnotic sensation—and it entranced me.
Stefan sighed. “You bewitch me,” he said.
I startled. I thought he’d gone back to sleep. “In a nice way?”
“In a beguiling kind of way.”
I smirked in the darkness. “Funny, I was just thinking how mesmerizing you can be to me. The way your body enthralls me. I’m captivated.”
“Not a bad thing, is it?” He touched my thigh, a caress of his fingertips.
“No. Sex with you is magical. Off the scale. You never cease to surprise me, which I like.” I spiraled a hair about my finger and tugged.
“Ouch!” he snapped.
“Wuss,” I teased. I released his trapped tuft. “Will you always be like…what you are in bed? With sex, I mean?”
“Yes, I suppose that is what I mean. Controlling, alpha-male type thing.”
He laughed. “Yes. It comes naturally.”
“Like a switch?”
“Switch? I don’t switch, Mausi. I think I hold my dominance in check when it’s not appropriate. A suppressed response. With Mum, when she had her unfortunate affair, it was tough, not stepping in and insisting she break up. Hans did, though, quite harshly. We’re quite alike, more than I care to think. Probably why we don’t get on. They say opposites attract.”
“Are we opposites? Am I indecisive or weak?”
“Weak!” he exclaimed. He patted my hand with his own. “No. You stand up for yourself. Having submissive qualities doesn’t weaken you. We complement each other. However, you can be a tad impulsive, maybe, which might get you into trouble. Having opinions, expressing them, I say go for it.”
“And if you don’t like them?” I quizzed.
He shifted, readjusting his position. “We’ll discuss them, okay?”
“Sure.” The conversation seemed awkward, as if Stefan didn’t like the direction it was taking. I noted he didn’t address my indecisive qualities, but referred to me being impulsive. I’d always considered myself a procrastinator. Could you be both—delaying decisions and rushing at them recklessly? I didn’t want to talk about personality traits, all that mumbo-jumbo of terminology. Jargon worked in music theory, but people?
Silence descended. I returned to caressing his fuzzy chest, and Stefan’s breathing became regular again. So it came as a surprise when I let my hand rove southward, to find that he had an erection. There in the dark, a full-on arousal. He’d not mentioned it, or even hinted at it. What had brought it on? The warmth of our bodies pressed together, or speaking of his dominating tendencies? Did he fantasize, conjure up images in his head about magical sex and nubile females?
As his cock twitched, I recoiled, swiftly removing my hand.
“What’s wrong?” he asked softly.
“Just. This.” I stroked his erection.
“Ah. It has a mind of its own sometimes.”
I heard the faint trace of a snigger.
“I have to think about sex or see something to make me hot,” I confessed.
“You.” My face prickled with a gush of blood. Why had that made me blush?
I laughed at his arrogance and he joined in.
“Think?” He picked up on my other stimulant.
“You know, naughty thoughts,” I disclosed. Damn. One of those reckless moments again when my mouth engaged before my brain.
I shook my head against his arm. “No,” I squeaked. “It’s embarrassing.”
“Mausi, fantasies are fine. It doesn’t mean you want to do them. They fire up your passions and make you receptive, but that doesn’t mean you consent to having your wild dreams come alive.”
“Tell me one of yours, then.” I poked his belly.
He paused. Inhaled deeply. “This is just as hard for me as it is for you.”
I waited in the darkness.
“I like anal sex.”
I went rigid and moved fractionally away from him. Memories of his little poking session took on a new meaning. “I’m not sure…”
“Callie, it’s my fantasy, not yours. This is what I mean. Thinking of anal sex turns me on. I like butts. Breasts, too, I hasten to add. I would never do it to you if it was something you didn’t want.”
“I don’t,” I said quickly. Perhaps too quickly, because I remembered the orgasm that had gone with his probing. “Not until I’m ready. If ever,” I cautioned.
“That’s fine. That’s how it should be. So tell me one of yours.”
I gulped. I had plenty. Silly ones, like having sex in nothing but stockings and high heels. I’d done that with Micah, but more by accident than design—we’d been to a prom ball and he’d spilled wine on my dress. The sex was an apology. He’d found me stuffing the frock in the washing machine and taken advantage.
I chewed on my lip, wishing I could see Stefan’s expression. Would he mock me, laugh at my dark secrets? I’d let Micah take me, because deep down, I liked those impromptu sex sessions, the ones where you don’t expect them to happen. “I…like rough sex. Not violent—”
“Never. Aggression has no place,” agreed Stefan.
“I don’t want to feel afraid,” I added.
“Fear, no. Trepidation can heighten sexual desire.”
Why was this so goddamn hard? “I like to be surprised.”
“Kind of pounced on, unexpectedly.” I cringed at my audacity. Now he probably thought my morals were warped. “It’s daft. Forget it.”
“Unplanned and spontaneous sex. That’s what you’re describing, Callie. That’s about you being available and unhindered by negative thoughts.”
“Let’s say we’re at home together. A horny Callie wants sex. She puts on a short dress and no underwear. You tell me, say something like, ‘I’m such a naughty girl today and what are you going to do about it?’ It’s a signal. The start of a game. At some point, I pounce as you say and have my wicked way, and you come, because you’re wet and ready for it.”
I squirmed next to him. Just hearing him describe my fantasy to perfection made me wet. “Yes, that’s it.”
I grasped the stiff shaft of his cock. “A fantasy, that’s all.”
“Good one, I may add.” He groaned as I tightened my grip. “Keep going.”
Amateur clarinetist Callie turns up for an orchestra rehearsal following a six-week absence to find a new conductor in residence—Stefan, a charismatic man with ambitions of being a composer. After he gives her a lift home, he invites her to his house for a practice session. What begins as a music lesson ends with a passionate display of dominance by Stefan.
As their sexual affair blossoms, Callie is increasingly drawn to find out more about her aspiring composer and why he is a potent lover in the bedroom. When she turns up unexpectedly at his house, she is shocked to find him in the company of a naked woman. Horrified to think that he might have betrayed her, she calls an end to their relationship, but persistent Stefan begs for a second chance.
Encouraged by her boss to resolve her feelings toward Stefan, Callie seeks out a friend of his, hoping to understand what drives him to dominate, but the given explanation creates more unresolved issues for Callie. Determined to seek out the truth, she plans to confront Stefan. But by then, he has gone abroad. Callie must make a decision—cash in her savings and follow Stefan, or banish him from her life. If she does the latter, she will never understand the nature of the intense emotions he has awakened within her. Does she dare to love him?
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