A_Little_Harmless_Fascination (12 page)

"Jillian, tell me now or I will think you don't want
me."

It would tangle them up good, and not just in bed. Her good
sense told her to ignore the need he built in her, but she had never been
really good at ignoring her needs. She sighed.

“Stay.”

Conner's heart was thudding so loudly, he was sure Jillian
could hear it. He hadn’t planned on this when he had stopped by. He had
expected to just say “hey,” and head out. That had been the plan. He didn’t
know where he had planned to go, but he had needed to get away. She might have
shown some interest the night before, but Conner wanted to make sure she’d had
time to think about what he expected from her in the bedroom. It wasn’t
something any person should take lightly, the Dom or the sub.

But she had been standing there, wearing a pair of cut-off
jeans and a T-shirt, her frustration easy to see. He wanted to do anything he could
to soothe the worries she had. It wasn’t that common for him to care so damned
much about making another person happy, but with Jillian, he did. If she had
sounded more believable in her explanation of her writer's block, he knew he
would have left. But the tension between them was too much to ignore.

He slid her braids aside, draping them over her shoulder,
and nuzzled her neck. God, the woman smelled like sin. She was always warm,
welcoming, and smelled of coconut and sin. How could any man resist her? He was
amazed that she didn’t have a string of men waiting outside to have her. But
then, Jillian was pickier than most women he knew.

"Conner?"

For the first time in all the years he had known her, she
sounded unsure of herself.

"What?"

She shivered, and he felt it to his core. Her generous ass
moved against his cock, and he thought it was a good thing he was still
dressed. Otherwise, he might not be able to control himself. Hell, he almost
embarrassed himself and came right there. He couldn’t remember wanting a woman
this badly before.

"Shouldn't we move to the bedroom?" she asked. The
uncertainty he heard in her voice tugged at emotions he usually tried to keep
hidden.

He smiled against her hair. This was going to be the best
time he’d had in years. She was always trying to control the situation, and he
was going to enjoy breaking her of that habit.

"Let me worry about that. I'd like you to take your
shirt off."

She hesitated.

"This isn't going to work if you ignore my
commands."

He put enough steel in his voice to let her know that he
wasn't fooling around with her.

She did as he ordered, and he sucked in a breath when all he
saw was her bare flesh. The T-shirt she had been wearing was big, so he hadn't
been sure if she was wearing a bra or not.

He spread his hands over her back, then moved her braids
over her shoulder once more. He kissed his way down her back, nipping at the
flesh along her spine. She sighed.

"Your shorts."

She hesitated again. He let his lips curve slightly. Conner was
ready for this challenge.

"I told you that you had to obey me. Do it now or I
walk away."

She did, and it was his turn to sigh. The woman was wearing
a thong. It was blue and showed off her ass perfectly. His cock twitched. Hell,
his dick was throbbing, and he wondered if there was any blood in his brain. He
bit back on the hunger now clawing at his stomach. This wasn’t so much about
him or his desires. He knew what he wanted in the bedroom. This was about
Jillian finding out what she needed to be complete.

"Give me a word, one that will tell me that I have gone
too far or that you have had enough."

"Chocolate," she said, her words coming out with a
sigh of pleasure as he glided his hands over her ass.

So smooth, so right
.
He hoped she was into anal because he could think of nothing more than fucking
that tight little hole until she came so many times she couldn't remember her
name.

That would come later. Tonight, she needed to be taught a
lesson—one that she would never forget if he did it right. He turned her in his
arms and then lifted her onto the counter. Before she could think of closing
her legs, he stepped between them.

God, she was perfect. Her breasts weren't overly large, but
they were pert and so firm. He ran the backs of his knuckles over first one
nipple then the other. Immediately they tightened. They were so fucking
responsive.

He leaned down and took one into his mouth as he pinched the
other. She threaded her fingers through his hair, but he pulled back and said,
"Hands on the counter, Jillian."

The narrowed look she gave him almost had him laughing, but
he said nothing as she did as he ordered.

"Good girl."

She opened her mouth to blast him, he was sure, for the girl
comment, but he slipped his fingers between her legs and pressed. She shivered.

"You have to learn that was a compliment, and pretty
soon, I can assure you, you will crave those words. You continue being good,
and I will make sure you're rewarded."

She closed her eyes and moaned as he teased her a bit more,
then took her nipple into his mouth again. He was fine until he felt the
piercing on her clit. He closed his eyes and called on what little control he
had, but it was hard to do that. He could imagine just what it looked like.
Trying his best to forget the picture he had created in his head, he kissed his
way down her body. He reached her belly button and slipped his tongue over her
piercing there. Maybe it was because of the woman and her rebellion against her
family, he wasn’t sure. It represented a part of her personality that he loved.
Either way, he liked it. In fact, he was definitely halfway to loving it. He
loved seeing the metal shimmer against her skin.

He tasted her flesh, moving his mouth over her thighs,
working his way to her pussy. He tapped the insides of her legs.

"Spread them."

She did this time with little hesitation. Her breathing was
faster, and he watched as her breasts rose with each breath.
Damn
.

He went to his knees in front of her.

"Scoot up."

She did as he ordered again, apparently anticipating what he
was going to do to her. Leaving the panties on, he set his mouth against her.
He knew the added friction of the silky fabric would heighten her need. It
would frustrate her. The barely-there panties would rub against her but not
give her relief. Over and over, he used his tongue to shift the panties against
her.

But soon, driving her crazy was driving him crazy. As he
rose to his feet, Conner slipped his fingers beneath the fabric. He slipped the
thong off and tossed it on the floor behind him.

He dropped to the floor again. His cock twitched as he saw
the small gold ball on her clit. Fuck that was sexy. He placed a hand on each
thigh and then set his mouth on her pussy. She was already wet, dripping with
her need. The flavor of it exploded over his taste buds. Decadent—sweetness
with a hint of spice. Dipping his tongue between her labia, he teased her clit
and tugged her piercing between his teeth.
 

She was squirming against his mouth.

Soon she was moaning, and he could feel her approaching
orgasm. He pulled away.

"Fuck."

He gently tapped her pussy. "Bad girl."

She frowned at him.

"First, no speaking unless I ask you a question or
you’re using your safe word. And
I
give you pleasure.
I
am in control of
that just as I am in control of you. If you can't handle that, we need to stop
right now."

He waited then asked, "Is that okay with you?"

She hesitated, and that worried him. He couldn’t have her
any other way. For the first time in years, he knew he couldn’t deal with her
any other way in bed. He needed her absolute submission.

Then, she looked him in the eye, her gaze steady as her lips
curved slightly. "Yes."

Something in his chest loosened and filled him with warmth.
It was beyond the heat of lust, but he wasn’t ready to figure out what that
meant. To either of them. Right now, all he wanted was her.

"Let's go."

He helped her off the counter and led her to the back of the
house.

"Which room?"

"Last door on the left."

He stepped into the room and turned on the light. It was a
lot like the woman herself. A mix match of items that shouldn't go together,
but they did. He led her to the bed and sat her down. He was happy there wasn't
a footboard. It gave him more possibilities.

She watched him, holding his gaze with a challenging one of
her own. He knew there were Doms who didn't like that. They wanted a submissive
to show it in every way. That just wasn't his thing. In fact, he found it even
more arousing to have a woman who was strong, one who knew her own worth, yet
allowed him complete command of her body and pleasure.

He couldn't fight the curving of his mouth as she continued
and refused to look down. Good. It was the right start to this relationship.

Whoa, there
. This
wasn't a relationship. Not even the start of one. This was just…something. He
pushed those thoughts aside.

"Do you have a scarf or something I can use?" he
asked.

"For what?"

"You don't question me unless you want to stop."

Her lips twitched. "I mean, how long do you need? I
have a bunch of different ones."

"Long."

"I have several longer ones in the top right-hand
drawer of my dresser."

She stood up to get it, but he shot her a look that caused
her to stop.

"I did not give you permission to move. Sit back
down."

She frowned, but she did as ordered. He had a feeling that
she didn't like anyone invading her privacy, but she was just going to have to
get used to it with him in her life. In every aspect.

He opened the drawer and pulled out a long blue scarf. It
reminded him of the waters in Kaneohe Bay. And Jillian.

He walked to her. "I’m going to tie this over your
eyes. You’re going to have to get used to my touch but also to giving over the
control of your senses to me."

She nodded but said nothing. He smiled as he tied the silky
material over her eyes. He knew she didn't like it. If he thought it pushed too
many buttons, he wouldn't do it, but he could tell she wasn't scared. He
removed his clothes and still said nothing. Then, he joined her on the bed.

"Lay back and roll over onto your stomach."

She did.

"Palms on the bed."

When he had her in the position he wanted her in, he took
his sweet time looking at her.

Perfection. She was in good shape, yes, but not overly
skinny. He didn’t go for skin and bones. Jillian had an abundance of succulent
flesh.

“I put the blindfold on you so that you learn to feel. Just
feel and enjoy.”

He brushed aside her braids to look at the colorful ink on
her shoulders. The tattoos were over her shoulders and then the snakes tangled
together on her back. He skimmed his fingers down her spine, enjoying the way
she shivered. She was already in tune with him on some level. He could just
imagine the further they went just how she would react.

Without saying anything, he kissed his way down her spine.
God, she was sinful. Even her flesh tasted of temptation. Sweet and tart and so
like the woman he’d lusted for since he’d arrived. The scent of her rose from
her skin, filling his senses, and his need spiked. It had been so long since
he’d been able to enjoy a woman who engaged him on so many levels.

When he reached her ass, he slipped his fingers between her
cheeks.

"Have you ever had anal sex?"

She paused, and when she still didn't answer, he smacked her
ass. The sound of it, plus her indrawn breath, had him ready to come right
there. He was thankful for the years he’d spent training to be a Dom because it
was the only thing helping him hold onto his control. His hand stung from the
slap.

"Yes. A few times."

Part of him was irritated because he would have liked to
been the first, but the fact that she had made it easier for them to do that.
But not tonight. Tonight he was going to fuck that tight little pussy.

He slid his mouth over her ass, nipping at the fullest part
of it. She moaned and he did it again. The way she responded, he knew she was
definitely ripe for a spanking. He wanted to rush, to turn her over and plunge
into her core, feel her inner muscles contract while her wet heat surrounded
him, but he needed to draw it out. He wanted her as on the edge as he was
because he knew it would be more than either of them would ever forget.

He sat up and slapped her again. Over and over he smacked
her and enjoyed the way with each slap, she squirmed or moaned.

Soon, his hand was as warm as her ass, so he pulled back.
She was squirming on the bed, and without a doubt, ready to do anything to
come.

“Turn over.”

She did as ordered and he smiled—only because she wouldn’t
see it. She was ready to be his sub by her easy compliance when she wasn’t
thinking. She was already in tune with him.

When she lay back on the bed, he had to fight to keep his
breathing steady.

The red silky sheets were another contradiction of the
woman. One would expect that she would have something practical, because so
much about her was practical. But like the tattoos or the braids, here she
showed her inner self, the one who called to him on so many levels. She lay
there completely nude, the red of the sheets the perfect backdrop for the work
of art of her body.

He shook himself out of the daze he seemed to be in and
moved up to the head of the bed. After removing the blindfold, he wrapped his
hand around his cock, giving it one long stroke. Then, he said, "Take my
cock in your mouth."