Control Me (12 page)

I smirked and bit into my bottom lip. “I know… so what are you waiting for?”

His upper lip twitched, a small smile breaking through. “What am I waiting for?” He ran the back of his finger down my jawline.

I nodded, pretending his touch didn’t make me melt. “Yeah… what are you waiting for, Mr. Montero?”

“Mmm,” he groaned. “I’ll tell you what I’m waiting for.” He jerked me against him, causing me to clash into his defined body. It wasn’t rough, but it damn sure wasn’t gentle either. It was, however, sexy as hell. With one hand cupping my face, Carlos used the other to skim the outline of my body. Once he passed my hips, his touch became more defined as he grasped the outside of my thigh and picked my leg up, wrapping it around his waist.

I yelped.

He smiled wickedly.

“I’m waiting for you to truly ache, Mya,” he whispered into my ear, his lips touching the delicate shell. His hand slipped from my face to the back of my neck, his fingers searing hot on my skin. Everything about him made me blaze on the inside. “I’m waiting for you to beg because I know you want me.
I know
you want me to fuck your night away.”

I shut my eyes briefly as his breath ran down my spine. Shit… he was good—too good at this.

As if he read my mind, he chuckled. “I’m waiting for you to drip for me. I want you
wet
,” he growled. “I want you ready—more ready than you’ve ever been in your life. I want to see that animalistic side of you, Mya. I know it’s in there. You’ve been hiding it from me.

“What makes you think that?” I breathed.

He murmured in my ear, “I just know. I see it in you. The wild side of you is something I’d like to witness. You’re already sexy as hell. I can’t imagine how fucking sexy you are when you have no control over what you’re doing.”

I swallowed. As much as I wanted to respond with the truth, I couldn’t. He was right. I was keeping myself in control with Carlos. Why? Because I didn’t want to get in too deep. I couldn’t get in too deep. But with his husky voice in my ear and his body so close to mine, my control was slowly but surely slipping away.

I wanted this man, and I wanted him something fierce. He had no idea how hard it was to hold onto my restraint when it came to him. And he couldn’t know. I couldn’t look weak.

I didn’t realize I’d tensed up. Carlos dipped his head back to look down at me. “Just let it go, Mya. Just for tonight… Let. It. Go.”

His voice was intoxicating. He had no idea what he was asking of me, but the more he crept those fingers of his up my entrance, I knew I had to give in. He wasn’t going to have his way with me until he knew I was giving my all to him.

Well… he’d made a mistake.

I wanted more of Carlos, and I wanted it right away. I was already aching for him to be inside me. I was dying for his touch. For his thick cock between my legs and, soon, between my lips.

I wanted every inch of this man in every single way.

And if letting go and giving in was going to do the trick, then so be it.

I was going to give in.

As he ran his thumb across my clit while suckling on the crook of my neck, I tilted my head back, clutched the shoulder of his dress shirt, and allowed a faint smile to appear on my lips.

It was already done.

The freedom I’d worked so hard to win back—my restraint—had flown out the window. Unleashed. Unharnessed. Completely undone.

I was his, and I knew after tonight there would be no going back. He had all control of me now. He owned me… and deep down, I loved the thought of being his possession.

SWEET TORTURE

“You are stunning in this dress,” Carlos murmured, gently forcing my body down on the bed.

My cheeks burned from the compliment. “Yeah? You like it?”

“Love it. It was a good choice. My sister helped me choose it.” He smiled.

“Well your sister has great taste.” He nodded, running the tip of his nose across my jawline. Then he entwined our fingers and brought my hands above my head. Just like that, I was his prisoner for the night. I was trapped—bound in the greatest way possible.

Sliding between my legs, Carlos thrust his groin against me and looked me deep in the eyes. “Do you want me to tell you what I’m going to do to you, or would you rather be surprised? Due to my absence, I’ll give you a choice tonight.”

I swallowed as he placed a damp kiss on the hollow of my neck. Oh, fuck it was sweet. It was savory. His lips on my skin caused my womanhood to constrict with need. “I… I don’t know. It doesn’t matter.”

He kissed me again, only this time, it was on my lips. Gentle, almost feather-like. I oozed. “I’m giving you a choice tonight, Mya. Let me know,” he murmured. I squeezed his hands, sighing as he lowered his head and started a trail of delicate kisses down my throat. “How about you choose. You’re the one in charge, right?”

He dipped his head back and smirked. “Right… and it’s not often that I give a woman a choice. Now… choose.”

I blew a breath, debating on which one would be more exhilarating. Let him tell me what he would do and then show me, or let him just show me? After giving it some thought, I realized if he were to tell me, I would be past eager. I would expect something to happen too soon or later. I would overanalyze, and that was something I had to let go of for the night. For him. So instead, I was going to let him show me. I was going to let him have the power. I was his. I had to let go.

But just as my lips parted and I started to speak, Carlos released my fingers and slowly began to make his way down. I blinked rapidly, lifting my head to watch him descend. The palms of his hands ran up my thighs and stopped just at my hips. “What are you doing?” I asked.

“You’re taking too long. There’s way too much I need to do to you tonight,” he mumbled, placing his lips on the inside of my thigh. His tongue slid through his lips and made a small, wet circle on my vigilant skin. “I didn’t quite fill up at dinner,” he said, his voice light.

“No?”

“No. But I’m craving something. I’ve been craving it for hours… or maybe I should say
someone
.” He glanced up, and his eyes darkened.

Shit.

“I’m hungry, Mya,” Carlos whispered, shoving the hem of my dress up to my waist. “Fucking famished.” My legs quaked, my core tightening, seizing in waves of unadulterated anticipation. “Lie back… Relax.”              

I sighed and flopped back down, shutting my eyes briefly as my heart battered my ribcage. This was happening… this was really happening. I was handing myself over to him. My body. My mind. My willpower. Everything. Knowing that, after tonight, it all could change frightened me. This was no longer an arrangement. This was turning into something—something both Carlos and I needed. This wasn’t just a want or a way to get out of each other’s systems. This… I didn’t know what it was, but it damn sure wasn’t ending anytime soon. Although he said tonight’s events were just his way of making up lost time, deep down, I didn’t believe that. Deep down, I think he knew just as well as I did that this was a little more. Something neither of us saw coming.

“Actually… hold that thought.” The bed shifted, and I watched as Carlos stood up. As he turned his back to me and made his way towards the dresser against the wall, he unbuttoned his shirt slowly, tossing it on the futon along the way. He was cut in all the right places. Every contour of his body was perfection. His tan skin held no impurities. And the way his dress pants hung off his hips, revealing the curve that I knew, with one tug, would reveal his firm ass… well, no other man could amount to this. Terry damn sure couldn’t amount to this.

At the thought of Terry, I wanted to laugh. While staring at Carlos, watching as his muscular arms reached into the drawer and his torso bend to dig a few things out, I wanted to slap myself silly for ever thinking I couldn’t get over Terry. For thinking he was the only one I could have. For thinking we were meant to be and for allowing myself to stoop to low measures just to try and keep him in my life.

I really thought I was crazy at one point. I mean things got so bad for me that I had to find a therapist. And it was when I found her that I was diagnosed with Athazagoraphobia, which is the fear of being ignored and forgotten. I guess I could say all of that boiled down to my childhood. My father and his constant absence. I’d learned to live without him when I found Dr. Grace but when the shit with Terry went down… well, let’s just say that put my phobia back into high gear. I felt I was losing the significant men in my life—the ones I really cared about. It was almost like they didn’t care about me—like I was nothing to them. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with me or why they no longer wanted me in their life.

With so many thoughts and laughs wanting to be unleashed, I didn’t realize Carlos had made his way back to the bed. I silenced the intruding thoughts when he dropped a small, black box beside me and told me to open it.

My eyelashes fluttered as I looked from him to the box. “What’s in it?”

“Just open it.”

I pressed my lips but removed the lid from the box without another form of protest. My eyes expanded at what was inside. It was a box of sin. A box of things I’d never touched before. A box of… pleasure?

“It’s for you,” Carlos stated.

“Me?”

“Yes. You.” A smile touched the edges of his lips as he reached into the box and pulled out the gold handcuffs and vibrator. The vibrator is what was getting to me. Although I’d spent many, many nights alone, I’d never had the courage to buy a vibrator just to get myself off. I didn’t think they were worth the money, and to be honest, I felt like they were below me. “Never used one before?” he asked, placing it down on the bed.

I shook my head swiftly. “No.”

He licked his bottom lip. “You’re missing out on so much, Mya. I’ll have to fix that.” Carlos looked me over while unlocking the handcuffs. “I think there’s one thing you should know about me,” he started, then motioned for me to turn around. I sat up and turned with my back facing him. “I don’t need toys to please or satisfy a woman. I can do that all on my own.”

Well… duh. I could’ve told you that.

“—But that doesn’t mean I don’t like to use them. Sometimes, these toys, they’re necessary.” He placed my wrists together and cuffed each one. The metal was hard and cold, and slightly uncomfortable, biting into my wrists if I wiggled the wrong way. I was on the edge of the bed, on my knees, and he was right behind me. I could feel his warm breath running across my bare shoulders.

“And the blindfold… what about the blindfold?” I asked, glancing down at the box again.

“Ahh… eager, are we?” I could feel him smiling.

“I’m just curious, is all. I’ve never had one used on me.”

Silence filled the room for a brief moment. I refused to make a move. The clock on the wall across from me ticked, and with each heavy second, it only seemed to grow louder.

Finally, he made a move. Reaching around me to get to the box, Carlos pulled out the black, satin blindfold and placed it over my eyes. The darkness consumed me, and my heart sped up a notch as I waited for whatever he would do next.

Fortunately for me, he didn’t stall. He unzipped the back of my dress, making sure his hands ran across my breasts and my ass as he lowered it down to my knees. Then he placed his hands on my shoulders and turned me around. It was a little hard to do with the cuffs, but I made it work.

“I don’t understand how a woman like you has never experienced being blindfolded or cuffed,” Carlos said as he sank between my legs. I could feel him hovering right above me. He pressed the pad of his thumb on my bottom lip to stop it from quivering. “Are you nervous?” he questioned.

I refrained from nodding. “A little.”

“Good.” I didn’t have to see him in order to know he was smiling. Smug asshole. Silence occupied the room again. While it did, I did my best to control my breathing. My body. The bed dipped beneath Carlos’s weight in a lower area, and when I realized where he was, my throat broiled.

Oh, fuck. He was right there.

Right there.

Between my legs.

Ready.

He kissed me just below my navel, and I gasped from the sudden touch. How was this going to work out? Not knowing what he was going to do next—not being able to see what kind of faces he was making or how his body was reacting to mine. This was new, kind of scary, but I had to admit, it was turning me the hell on. So much was running through my mind. I was completely naked on this bed, and he was between my legs, slowly trailing hot kisses from my navel to my pelvis. He continued further, and I fidgeted. I wanted him closer. I wanted him to hurry—no, I
needed
him to hurry.

Finally, he was there. He kissed his way down my pubic bone, and the tip of his tongue lightly ran over my clit. I gasped. He chuckled.