Knots (13 page)

Her mind raced almost as quickly as her heart. The sun was setting behind him, and it cast the most ethereal amber glow around him. He looked like an angel.

“But what do I do when it’s over? What if I decide this lifestyle isn’t for me, and I’m already too deep? You’re so easy to love, Mark, and I can already feel myself under your spell. What if I can’t ever resurface and get out?”

He cupped her cheeks, stroking the apple of them with the pads of his thumbs. “You trust me right away to always know what’s best for you, and know that I’ll always listen to you. We’ll sign a contract so you’ll have a safe way out. We’ll have safewords to keep you on top of your fears and anxieties, and you’ll never need to wonder . . .”

“Wonder?” Her brows scrunched.

“How utterly amazing it could be with me. You’ll know—and you’ll have a peace inside you that you’ve never had before.”

Her eyes misted over. “You say this like you know it all to be fact.”

“Can I show you how I know?”

“Yeah,” she said, biting the insides of her cheeks, because she had the overwhelming urge to kiss him.

“Let’s go back to my house, and you’ll give me an hour to play this my way. After that, I’ll go back to taking it slow and allowing you to get to know me all you want.” A tremor of excitement edged its way down her spine and landed at the base, then sat there until he said, “If you want more, of course, you can always say, but it doesn’t mean I’m gonna grant it.”

He grinned, and her toes curled into the sand. “Yes, Sir. You wanted to hear it, and I want to know more. Yes to an hour tonight, and then yes to three weeks with you.”

Damn. She was already wishing they were back at his place.

She fidgeted in the car on their way to his home, but he was calm and untroubled based on his smooth breathing and relaxed posture.

What the hell had she agreed to? Was this foreshadowing how it would always be between them? Would she always be the scattered mess while he remained impossibly placid with steely control?

She glanced over at him, and his jaw flexed for a moment. Did he dislike her momentary ogling? And why did that thought turn her on so much she was having a hard time sitting still?

“Something on your mind?” The liquid-sex timber of his voice stirred up her senses even more.

“How . . .” She looked away as a sense of stupidity filled her up. “Never mind . . .”

“Say it, sweetheart, or it’ll eat you alive, and I wanna do that part.” His dark, throaty chuckle set her belly on fire, and it moved down to her pussy.

“How is it that the little things about you are what get to me most? You’re just sitting there, all focused and relaxed, and I feel like I’m going nuts. Each second that ticks by, I want you more. What’s wrong with me?” She clicked her tongue and gripped her thighs.

“The only thing that’s wrong with you is you need a good, strong man to take control of your passions and channel it into something you can understand.” He grinned.

“I thought you were going to say something completely inappropriate,” she mused.

“Like the fact I’m going to channel all that energy into a fucking like you’ve never had before? You’ll be as raw inside as you are on the outside, and you’ll never feel more replete.” His eyes roamed over to her, then raked down her body. “Was that what you were expecting, gorgeous?”

She blinked, and her throat got so arid, she couldn’t even swallow. “Uh . . . I . . . Y-yeah, I guess that’ll do.”

He chuckled. “Need more? Was that too tame for you?”

“Save it for later. I don’t think I can take much more before I combust.”

“You only get to combust when I command you to do it. Just want to make sure we get that straight—up front.” He smirked.

He parked the car and told her, “Stay here. Don’t move.”

She tucked her hands between her knees and sucked both her lips in, then pressed them together.

What was he planning now?

She quirked a brow at him as he ran inside.

The few seconds she was left on her own were sheer torture. Her imagination went berserk. This man was a mystery—one she was dying to unravel and feared she’d never be able to do it in this lifetime.

When he returned, he was smiling so wide, he looked like he had already gotten laid.

He popped the door open, grabbed her hand, kissed and stroked it, then helped her out of the car.

“Ready?”

“You’re the one in charge. You tell me,” she replied.

“Good answer, only you forgot to address me with the proper title. I’ve let you get away with it this afternoon since this is all so new and you’re obviously nervous, but that stops now. I want you to call me Sir at all times except when we’re around other people in public.”

She nodded and choked on a giggle.

His eyes darkened.

Fuck her on the beach—he was serious. Her smile faded away. “And what are you going to address
me
as, Sir?”

“Whatever suits me in the moment, and whatever title you earn. Right now, I’m in a generous mood since you’re taking a chance and giving me an hour, which I don’t want to waste.” He guided her inside, propelling her with his hand on the small of her back.

Her eyes kept shifting to his. She looked as if her gaze was locked on his.

“Should I be concerned about whatever it is you ran inside to do while I sat out here, stewing in my juices?”

“Oooh, I like the sound of that, but you’ve already forgotten the proper respect.” He smacked her ass, and she yelped.

Then a flash of heat hit her between the thighs. God, that stung a little, but it was . . . My Lord, she was even more turned on. How was that possible? And she was already planning on leaving “Sir” out on purpose so he’d do that again.

“Don’t even think about it—get your ass inside—time’s a wasting.” He opened the door and prodded her forward.

In the middle of the living room sat a single kitchen table chair—a plain wooden one with an attached pad on the seat.

She gave him a questioning look.

“Strip and wait for further instructions,” he said.

She narrowed her eyes at him, wondering if she should glance around the room and make sure there were no windows that were opened where a passerby could see what they were doing.

Instead, she swallowed, and without doubting him or wondering if she was free of possible voyeurs, she did as he told her. Now was the time for trust.

It was odd how his burning gaze only seemed to fuel her on, rather than make her want to hide. She really was sick. Where was her sense of modesty? This man wasn’t her husband. He’d never seen her naked before.

What was she thinking?

Slip . . . Slip . . . Slip . . .

One at a time, she peeled out of her dress, her bra, and then her . . . panties.

“I love how you can’t look away for more than a few seconds at a time,” he commented as he yanked his tie off, then slid it through his right palm.

The act made her stomach clench deliciously.

“I love how you make it impossible to do anything
but
look, Sir.”

“Very nice. Now . . . What should I call you? Hmm? I’m kind of partial to sweet little thing, since that’s what you’ve always been to me.”

She raised an eyebrow and her lips pursed. “Call me naive, because I have no idea what I’m doing, Sir.” She frowned.

He was still dressed, and he didn’t seem to be making any move to get naked.

The only thing he’d removed was his shoes, socks and tie.

What kind of nonsense was this?

He picked up a bottle of lube off the coffee table. “I’m gonna need this for you.”

“Why? I’m already unbelievably wet, Sir,” she blurted.

She groaned, and her eyes slid up into her head as she tipped it back. Could she crawl out of the room in shame now?

She was already nude and now saying incredibly stupid things.

“I know you are. I could smell it in the car,” he said.

She choked on a whimper. He could
smell
it?

“I’m sorry,” she said in a low whisper.

“I’m not, and don’t you ever apologize for obeying what my body’s telling yours to do. You’re a beautiful woman with needs, and I’m here to fulfill all of them.” He sat on the chair and pointed at his lap. “Starting today. I’m going to watch you come—up close. And you’re going to give in with every bit of yourself. That’s all you’re allowed to do.”

“But I . . . What does that even mean, Sir?”

“Sit, and I’ll explain exactly what your body will do.”

She bit the insides of her cheeks and took a seat. For some reason being on his lap this time felt right to her even though her ass was bare.

“These are pretty, soft cheeks,” he said, caressing her curves.

Her eyes grew wide when he moved to her crack.

He fingered along the seam, then removed his hand and went to her pussy in front. His fingers toyed with her curls. A moment later, he pulled his fingers up to his nose, took a deep whiff, and his pupils dilated so wide, his eyes looked almost black. His entire face relaxed like he was high on some heavy narcotic.

And now she was gushing. She was going to drip all over his nice slacks.

She looked away and bit her cheeks harder.

“If you don’t look at me right this instant, I may have to bite your slender neck,” he said, leaning in and nipping at the column of her throat. “And then your tits.”

She gasped quietly, and then her eyes shifted, peering into his.

“I love your eyes—they speak directly to my soul. When you’re not hiding, I swear they could damage me beyond repair—that’s how much they affect me.” He dragged his hands down her shoulders.

Her breathing was ragged in an instant, and her eyelids went heavy. She inched up his lap, closer to his prominent erection.

“I was going to reward you before I showed you how I knew we were right for each other, but since you said you might combust . . . I’ll throw you straight into it.”

“Into what?”

“Into what it means to be submissive and why you fit that role for me perfectly.” His eyes sparkled.

She could barely catch her breath before he hefted her up. He turned himself around in the chair and said, “Try to seduce me. Do anything you think I might like.”

Uh . . . Was this a test? He was turned away from her. What was she supposed to do?

Fuck! She would never be able to play with his crack and pubic hairs like that and get high off the smell, no matter how appealing that all sounded. The thought of doing that to this alpha male about killed her.

Combustion sounded like a better option at this point.

Chapter 7

Becoming a seductive woman should’ve been easy, but it wasn’t. He knew it wouldn’t be simple for her, and that was what he was counting on.

He moved behind her.

Mark knew her so well, that without looking at her he knew she was all wide-eyed and panicking.

He leaned forward and whispered, “You have two minutes to figure out what you’re doing, and if you don’t start trying to seduce me, you’re getting a bacon slap.”

“Bacon slap, Sir?” She giggled.

His cock bobbed.

“You know—
correction.
Only this time, you didn’t grab what you should’ve.” He propped his arms up on the back of the chair, dropped his head and waited.

She moved up behind him, her movements stiff and choppy. Her breaths were staccato and filled with dread.

“Any suggestions, Sir?”

“You have very beautiful breasts that are bared—I’m not averse to feeling them on me,” he offered.

She leaned forward and at first, without supporting them, dragged them up and down his back. It was a clumsy attempt.

He smirked.

She huffed and then retreated.

He removed his shirt to help her out. His intent wasn’t to be a douche, but to show her something about herself.

The next second, she was cupping her tits and tracing her nipples along his shoulder blades one at a time. Better, but still lacking any kind of fire.

“How’s this for you?” he asked.

“Um . . . Sir?”

“All moisture evaporated from between those legs yet?”

“I . . . Well, it’s complica—”

“
Complicated
? Fuck complicated. Sex with you should never be anything but primal—slice me right to the core and nothing but brain-melting fucking. You’re confused. You’re flailing because I’ve put you in charge. You’re not meant for this,” he said, breathing hard.

She backed up, and when he turned around and settled back into the seat, tears were welling in her eyes. “I’ll try harder to please you . . .”

“You can’t try harder at something you’re not meant to do without hating yourself—it’ll destroy you. And I’d never forgive myself if that happened. Now . . .” He leaned toward her, gripped her wrist and dragged her between his legs. “This is how it’s gonna go. You sit here on my lap. You let me direct this.”