ReclaimedSurrender (16 page)

She took one look at the board and was ready to complain to
high heaven that he’d managed to go out with a bang. His word stretched across
a triple word spot and the J in that word? The darn thing fell right over a
triple letter square. But then she read the word and gasped. “Blowjobs? You
actually intend to finish our triple challenge match with that word?”

“Yes, are you going to call me on it?”

She searched his unreadable face. No clue there. She bit her
lip and thought about it for a millisecond, but then she figured she better not
call him on it. It was probably in the
Merriam Webster
. Meh, what did it
matter? Even if she did call him out, he’d still win. “No.”

“Too bad. You would have won.”

“Really?”

“In a manner of speaking. I love your moxie. I would have
rewarded you for it by putting you over my knee. I know how much you love that
ride.”

Her insides went all soft and squishy.

“Come here.” He reached over the board and grabbed hold of
the medallion. “I love this accessory.” He pulled and she fell out of her
Indian-style sit, coming up on hands and knees to crawl to him. The tiles
scattered under her knees, but she didn’t care. His lowered voice combined with
his dark expression was enough of an incentive to get her to forget everything
but him.

“Give me your mouth.”

She did and he kissed her long and deep and slow. She was
still reeling from it when he whispered, “Go get your red shoes from upstairs.
Then go down to my study, strip and get on my desk. All I want you wearing is my
collar and those shoes.”

She rushed to do as he said. The last few days. The things
they’d done. The things he’d made her do. She shivered and thought about this
morning. At the matinee he’d taken her to. The way he’d helped her in and out
of the car. The way he opened doors for her…the way he’d held on to her.

Then when they were sitting side by side and she was
drowning in that special scent of his, he turned to her. He leaned over and
stared right into her eyes. His big palms cupped her knees and slowly spread
her legs apart. As wide as the chair width would allow. Right there. Right in
the dark of the theater where anyone could see and she hadn’t cared. She hadn’t
made even the smallest protest as he bent to her ear and whispered, “Go silky
on me now.”

She sucked in a breath. Having just reached his bedroom
door, she had to grab hold of it for support. Recalling that heady orgasm this
morning took her breath away. And afterward? All he’d done was settle himself
back in his seat as if he hadn’t just rocked her world. Instead he’d angled his
arm out for her to curl her hand around. She did. She had. She grasped hold of
his biceps and clung to him.

Damn.

She headed straight for the closet. That low spot in her
tummy fluttered and quaked as she imagined how she’d look in a few minutes,
lying on his desk naked except for the collar and heels. The image burned
through her mind, sizzled through her veins and made her wet.

Where was her shame? Her guilt that she should want to do
this for him?

Gone…

All that was left was the thrill. The crave. The control
he’d brought back into her life that kept her on edge and aware of every part
of her body. And it was okay. He said it was okay so it had to be.

Scooping up her shoes and catching sight of her perfectly
aligned business suits hanging in her closet, she immediately thought about
work and…Michael. It was the first time in days she’d thought of either one.
Now that she had, the guilt surfaced. She’d left Michael hanging, hadn’t she?

It would do him good. Lately… Talk about getting too big for
one’s britches. The more she thought about it though, the more she came to
appreciate the fact that Michael and Rene didn’t really know one another. At
least she didn’t have to worry about them getting together until she had a chance
to straighten all this out. But then, she reasoned, maybe if Michael had known
Rene he never would have had the nerve to kiss her the way he did.

She thought about how stubborn Michael was and cringed. He
wouldn’t let anything stop him, even Rene, so it was good things were the way
they were.

She shook her head. It was weird. The closer she and Rene
got, the further she felt from work and Michael. She put her hand to her
collar. The heavy weight of the medallion pressed into her palm. She loved the
feel of it on her skin. She loved what it meant. How it made her feel. Kept.
Owned. Protected.

Liberated.

She couldn’t wear it to work though. She already decided
that. People might wonder. Michael for sure would grill her about it. She hated
to think of how disappointed he’d be in her if he ever knew the truth. After
all the complaining she’d been doing about Rene he’d think she was crazy.

She looked down at the shoes. Rene would make her forget and
if she didn’t hurry and get down there to do as he told her, the experience
might not be the most pleasant. That thought half scared her while the other
half of her was turned-on as hell.

Rene waited until he was sure she had time to do as he
instructed. He’d put away the Scrabble board and went into the kitchen to check
the roast. Alex made killer pot roast. To complement it he dug out a bottle of
red wine. It was rare that they drank alcohol, but tonight he was going to make
an exception. He’d offer it, but it was up to her to decide if she’d drink some
or not. He’d told her at the beginning of their relationship that alcohol
clouds judgment and therefore if she ever wanted to drink she could, but there
would be no playing with him while under the influence. That had literally
sobered her right up. He hadn’t seen her take a drink in years, but tonight she
might need one.

He put the bottle on the counter and checked the clock.
There was plenty of time to play with her and he was looking forward to the
session. Ever since she’d oiled his desk so beautifully, he’d been dying to get
her back on it. Thinking about that afternoon he frowned. It seemed a world
away from where they were today. Thank Christ. Although, even as far as they’d
come it still wasn’t far enough for him.

Tomorrow was their last day. The seventh day of the exercise
when she’d need to make her decision. Would she choose to keep his collar?
Trust him above everything, everyone in her life and accept him as Master? He
hoped so, because now that he’d gotten a taste of what it could be like for
them if she did, he feared for him, there was no turning back.

Their outing to the matinee had been a pleasure. When Alexis
took her coat off in the theater and he’d seen her proudly sporting his collar
he thought nothing could make him happier. But he was wrong. Because tonight,
when Kavanagh came to dine, he’d have the lights up bright so they’d be shining
off that silver around her neck even if the bastard didn’t know what it meant.
Rene would know, and that was all that mattered.

Entering the study, he smiled when he saw her. “A ponytail?
Good thinking. This way I get to really enjoy my silver on you. Lie down.”

She lay back across the width of the desk. One knee bent and
the other stretched out straight.

“Both knees up, kitten. I have the sight of you from the other
day burned in my mind. When you spread that lace-covered pussy wide open for me
to enjoy. That’s it. Drop your knees to the side.”

“Like this?”

“Yes. Close your eyes and hold this position for me. Don’t
let your shoes cause you to slip.” He waited until her eyes were closed. When
they were he used the pads of his thumbs and opened her tiny slit. “I love how
wet you are. Is it a constant state for you now that you wear my collar?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to be my dirty girl?” She shivered deliciously
when he gently pressed a bent knuckle against her clit.

“Yes.”

“I want you to be my dirty girl. I want you to moan and beg
for my cock inside you. I want to hear you, baby. I want the words. Raw and
real. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

“I’m going to put my mouth on you. Right here,” he said,
skating the pad of his thumb over her slick inner folds. Up and down, again and
again until she tried to flex upward into his hand and her leg slipped.

He made a tsk, tsk sound and grasped her hips. “Such willful
defiance. Don’t you want my mouth on you?”

She was trying to readjust back to the way she was, but he
caught hold of her knee and made her stop. “I’m going to have to spank you,
baby. Five strikes. Turn over.”

“But—”

“Now, Alex.”

He waited for her to do as he said. When she was facedown on
the desk he put a hand on the small of her back. Pleased that she trembled.
“I’m going to take off your shoes and spread your legs. There will be no pillow
between you and the wood. You’ve been bad and don’t deserve the comfort. Do you
understand why I’m going to spank you?”

“I lost my position.”

He paused in mid-action of taking off her right shoe. “No.
I’m adding another strike, Alex. The count is six. Why am I spanking my naughty
girl?”

He finished with the one shoe and began undoing the other.

“I moved when I wasn’t supposed to.”

“Hmmm.” He stopped unbuckling her shoe strap and said,
“Close, very close, but not quite right. Our count is at seven, little one.
Think before you answer this time.”

“I—I didn’t ask permission for more of your touch before I
sought it.”

He dropped her shoe next to the other one. “Exactly.”
Smoothing his palm up her ankle, calf, knee, thigh, he reached her bottom and
said, “If you hadn’t been so greedy you wouldn’t have lost your positioning.

“Arms up. Stretch them out and grab hold of the edge of the
desk.” He walked around one side and helped her achieve the position. “I’m
going to spank you with my hand, would you like that?”

“Yes, please.”

Unlike the last time that was strictly for punishment, this
time was more playful. He might even let her get off. But playful or no, when
he spanked like this, he made the strikes count. There would be no light taps,
he wanted her to feel the sting.

“Keep your ass relaxed. I want to see the ripple effect. If
you don’t do this for me, at any point we’ll have to start over, is that
understood?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He sat down on the desk chair and leaned back. “You
look very fuckable like this,” he said and swung his feet up onto the corner of
the desk and stacked one ankle over the other. Positioning them right by her
thigh, he let his heel touch her. “Just think. If you had been a good girl and
held your position I’d have spread you wide open with your ass in my hands as I
licked you from the top of your clit to the bottom of your pussy. And when you
went all juicy on me I would have sucked it up onto my tongue and drank it in.”

Although it was slight, she shivered. He knew he was getting
to her just as he knew from experience that she loved to hear the words.
“Wouldn’t you have liked that?”

Her voice was a low and husky whisper, “Yes.”

“Now you want to be my good girl, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

He brought his feet down and sat up straight. “A good girl
does what she is told. Exactly what’s she’s told. Are you paying attention?”

“Yes.”

“No coming, Alex. Not until I tell you. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

He stood and put his left hand on her ass while his right
hand splayed on her knee and traveled upward to her core, which he was sure was
already wet and primed for him.

“Open your legs wider. I want to look at you. Remember, no
coming.”

He was two inches away from her center and yet he already
felt the heat of her. It drew him like a magnet to metal. Without preamble he
slid two fingers inside her and went up as far as he could go. Bending over
her, he was prepared to be merciless. Mean. Nasty.

“Even if I say, ‘go silky on me’.” He paused, enjoying her
body’s acute reaction as she squirmed, cried and bit her lip in an effort to
fight off her well-conditioned response and
not
come. She writhed and
groaned. Her knuckles, he noted, had turned white from the pressure she put on
them as she hung on to the edge of the desk. “You’re not going to come because
you want to be my good girl.”

She panted. “I want to b-be your g-good girl.”

“You promise to be my good girl?” He pumped those fingers
into her at a steadily erotic pace. Pushing her hard and harder still until her
panting increased to near animal sounds. But when she continued to hold herself
off as he’d told her to do, he eased out of her. “Good. Very good.”

She didn’t even move when his palm landed on her left butt
cheek. He hadn’t told her to call out the strikes, but she did anyway. Not
loudly, no, just the opposite. She breathed the count out like she did so for
herself, which pleased him to no end. It was sexy and appealed to the Dom in
him big-time.

“One… two…three…four.”

“I’m dying to feel the weight of you on me. Come here.” He
scooped her off the desk and carried her non-protesting form to the Burmese
leather chair. “Such an obedient little one.” He took hold of her hair and
tugged. She was gone all right. “Let’s get you set,” he murmured. Easing her
over his right knee. Adjusting her until she was perfectly placed.

“Five…six…seven.”

He stopped. Damn, she felt so good bent over him. Her ass,
hot and tempting. She was too accommodating at the moment to let her go. He
rubbed his hand over the pulsating skin and squeezed. “I want more, baby. I
want you to be my good little girl and take a few more for me. It will hurt but
you’ll be doing it to please me. It would please me so much. Do you think you
can do it for me?”

“Y-yes.”

“Eight…nine…ten…ele…twel.”

He stopped. “You did real good, kitten. I’m proud of you.”

He stood her up and held on to her until she stopped
swaying. Then he undid his pants, spread the fly wide and lifted his cock out.
He’d just gotten his condom on when—