The Dominant (6 page)

It was time.

I took my time climbing the stairs, wanting to prolong the moment. I left Apollo outside the door and stepped into the candlelit
room. Abigail waited for me on the bed. Naked, just as I’d asked.

I’d realized early in the week I wouldn’t be able to take her the first time without covering her eyes. It would be too much—I
would give something away. Nor did I want her to touch me. Again, it would be too intimate. I needed to take her bound first,
to allow myself to grow accustomed to her body. There would be time later for her to touch me. To watch me.

Her eyes followed me as I approached the bed, and I knew I’d made the right decision. I walked to the edge of the bed and
lifted a shackle. Her eyes grew wide and, for a second, it appeared as if she would turn and leave the room.

Something inside told her this was wrong, that she should not be allowing me to do this. But the bigger part of her knew what
she wanted and she let that side of herself win.

“I wasn’t going to do this tonight,” I said as I bound her spread-eagle to the bed, “but I can see you still don’t understand
completely. You are mine, and you are to do and behave as I tell you. The next time you speak disrespectfully to me, I will
spank you. Nod if you understand.”

It seemed as good a reason as any to bind and blindfold her, and I really meant the part about spanking her. I’d let her slide
too many times as it was.

She nodded in agreement, and a faint smile crossed her face.

“My last submissive could make me climax three times a night.” I wanted Abigail to outdo her. “I want to try for four. And
I want you totally at my mercy.”

I drew a black scarf from my pocket, and again the internal battle raged behind her brown eyes.

Trust me.

I covered her eyes and stepped back.

She’d just allowed me, an almost perfect stranger, to tie her up and blindfold her. She was offering herself to me in the
most intimate way there was. She trusted me.

I didn’t deserve her trust.

My eyes swept over her naked form. I wanted to make it good for her, to give her what she wanted. What she’d been searching
for.

I undid my zipper, and my erection sprang free. Damn, I was so hard, it hurt.

I climbed up on the bed and sat beside her. She was mine to touch now. We were both ready. Finally. I placed my hands on her
shoulders, noting the way her heart beat. Rapid.

Exactly like mine.

I dragged my fingertips down her sides, running along the outer edges of her breasts, bringing my hands back together at her
belly. So much better than last week. I had been limited then by her sitting down in the bathrobe, but now . . . now she was
spread naked before me.

I let one finger skim her pussy—she was already wet. “How long has it been, Abigail?” How long since another man claimed what
was now mine? “Answer me.”

I brought my finger to my lips and tasted her.

So sweet. I wanted to bury my face between her legs and taste her completely, and I would have, but my cock had other plans.

“Three years.”

Three years?

Shit. No wonder she felt so tight. I slipped a finger into her again and leaned in to whisper, “You’re not ready yet. You
need to be ready, or else I won’t be able to ride you as hard as I want.”

I took a deep breath and lowered myself to her, allowed myself to taste her neck. Her skin was smooth against my mouth. I
parted my lips and nibbled down to her collarbone. The candlelight winked off the diamonds on her collar and I pushed it out
of the way to swirl my tongue around the hollow of her throat. I went lower, watching the steady rise and fall of her chest,
how her breasts pushed upward, nipples hard. I kissed my way to one breast, circling the nipple.

Oh, God. Her taste.

I sucked at her breast, drawing her into my mouth, enjoying the way she filled me.

Mm.

I licked her nipple, flicked my tongue over it. Her hips shifted on the bed and she moaned. I gave her a gentle tug with my
teeth, moved to the other side and sucked at her other breast. I drew her deeper into my mouth, bit her harder.

She writhed against me. Desperate.

I gave her some of what she craved, dragging my fingers roughly across her body before plunging them into her. I smiled to
myself when she lifted her hips again. She was ready. Finally.

I tore myself away from her breast and straddled her, moving up her body so my cock rested between her breasts, right where
her heart pounded.

“Do you think you’re ready, Abigail? Because I’m tired of waiting. Are you ready? Answer me!”

“Yes, Master. Please. Yes.”

I pushed my cock to her lips, wanting her to feel it. “Kiss my cock. Kiss it before it fucks you.”

Her lips came up and gently brushed me, but as I watched, her tongue came out and she licked me.

I nearly came all over her face.

Fuck.

She couldn’t go off doing things like that, disobeying me. I lightly slapped her cheek. “I didn’t tell you to do that.”

I slid down her body to the apex of her legs. With one hand, I lifted her hips, and with the other, I placed myself at her
entrance.

I took a deep breath.

Abigail held hers.

Ever so slowly, I pushed myself into her. She was tight and wet and hot and felt better than any woman should feel. I pushed
farther, wanting to close my eyes to enjoy the sensation and simultaneously wanting to keep them open so I could watch as
I finally claimed Abigail King.

Tight. She was so tight.

Fuck.

The angle was wrong. I couldn’t fit inside all the way.

“Damn.” I rocked back and forth, sliding in a bit deeper, but it wasn’t enough. “Move with me.”

She lifted her hips and, yes, that was it. I slipped in deeper.

I looked down—I was almost completely inside. I closed my eyes and thrust hard. A groan ripped from my throat as I entered
her fully. I stayed still for a moment, enjoying the feel of her, trying to sear into memory the feel of her hot and wet around
me. I looked down to our joined bodies and allowed my eyes to take in the sight of Abigail bound to my bed.

Better than any fantasy I’d ever had.

Except, I told myself, it was really happening. I pulled out and watched my cock slide back into her. She lifted her hips
under me. Hungry. Needy.

And all at once, I was hungry and needy as well. “You think you’re ready?” I pulled almost all the way out, steadied myself,
and slammed into her, pulling out just as quickly.

I glanced down to make sure she was okay and she was. She pulled against the restraints.

That’s my girl. My naughty, naughty girl.

I let loose then, thrusting into her, letting my body lead. She answered in kind, lifting her hips and meeting me. Drops of
sweat beaded on my forehead, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.

Under me, Abigail’s lips were parted. She was close. I thrust harder, picked up my pace, wanting to bring her to the edge
with me. She started making a little panting noise.

“Come when you want,” I said, and her muscles constricted around me as she climaxed.

I pushed inside her and held still, back arched against the pleasure of releasing into her. But I knew I could give her more,
so I thrust again and again and was rewarded with the feel of her second climax.

I dipped my head and struggled to catch my breath.

When I could breathe, I lowered myself to her and whispered in her ear, “One.”

Her body was flushed with the pleasure I’d given her and a smile danced on her lips. She shifted her body, and I checked to
make sure her restraints were okay. That she wasn’t too uncomfortable. She looked fine.

And by fine, I meant totally fuckable fine.

I rolled off the bed and went to the dresser. From the top, I took the hand salve and walked to the foot of the bed. I unshackled
her right leg, took it gently in my hands and rubbed salve where the restraints had been. I took my time, making sure she
wasn’t injured and ensuring nothing was sore. I repeated the action on her left.

“Do you know why I’m releasing your legs?”

She shook her head.

I put the salve back, making sure she could hear as I walked to stand by her head. “Because when you wrap those legs around
my waist, my cock will go so deep inside you, you’ll fucking feel me in your throat.”

She mumbled something, but her face flushed and her heart pounded.

“Stretch your legs,” I said and stood by her side, giving her time to work out any soreness.

After I climbed back on the bed, I ran my hands up to her shoulders, rubbing them, making sure the restraints weren’t hurting
or pulling too tightly. I glanced down at her face and watched as her lips parted. I brought my mouth down to the crook of
her neck and kissed her gently, tasting the faint salty sweat that glistened on her body. Closing my eyes to better concentrate,
I nipped the tender skin right at the edge of her underarm.

She sucked in a breath.

“Does it feel good, Abigail?”

She whimpered.

“Want me to make it feel better?”

“Yes, Master,” she said so low I could barely hear.

I took one nipple between my fingers and rolled it, pleased with the way it reacted to my touch. “Does this feel good?”

“Yes, Master,” she said again, arching her back.

“Tell me if this feels good,” I said, biting her tender skin gently.

She gasped, and I bit even harder, sucking as I did so, licking the very tip of her nipple.

“Ah, ah, yes,” she stuttered.

I slid a hand down her side and eased a finger into her. She lifted her hips up, trying to take me deeper.

“Ready to see how deep I can go?” I asked.

“If it . . . pleases you.”

“Oh, Abigail,” I said, straddling her body. “You are pleasing
me.” I thrust my hips so my erection pressed against her belly. Even I was surprised at how quickly I’d recovered from our
first time. “Feel just how much you please me.”

She whimpered again and lifted her hips.

I took a hand and brought my cock to her wet slit, easing inside. “Your legs. I want them wrapped around me. Take me all the
way inside you.”

She obeyed, and I pushed myself into her tight warmth. I worried briefly that it might be too soon after our first time, but
her head fell back and she let out a moan. I pushed farther inside and heard myself moan.

I pulled out and started a steady rhythm, not as urgent as the first time, but still steady. I wanted to go slower, deeper.
Wanted her to feel just how deeply we were connected. She lifted her hips and tightened her legs as I thrust.

Fuck.

I increased my pace. Damn, what she did to me. I felt my control slip as her heels hit my ass in time with every thrust. I
started going faster.

She groaned, and I stopped long enough to check her expression. Complete pleasure. I went even faster, and when she started
circling her hips, I almost lost it.

“Come for me, Abigail.”

I thrust as deep as I could and felt her muscles tighten around me.

“That’s it,” I said, thrusting again. “Now.”

She released around me and I followed seconds later. I dropped to her side, making sure I didn’t put my entire weight on her.

I rested for a few minutes, enjoying the feel of her at my side, before I got up. I took the thick comforter and cotton sheets
from my dresser’s bottom drawer and placed them on the floor beside my bed, then put one of my pillows on top. It was as comfortable
a pallet as I could make.

“You’ll sleep in my room tonight, Abigail,” I said, unbinding her arms and removing her scarf. She watched my every move.
“I’ll take you again at some point during the night, and I don’t want to be troubled with walking down the hall. I made you
a pallet.”

She cocked an eyebrow at me. Eventually, I’d have to put a stop to that.

“Do you have a problem with my order?”

She shook her head, and I was thankful she didn’t choose to challenge me.

Still . . .

She slipped off the bed, carefully testing her legs as she stood, swaying slightly before she curled up on the comforter and
slid between the sheets. I remained on the bed until I heard the heavy, steady breathing that told me she had fallen asleep.
Then I climbed down and blew out all but one candle.

It was almost midnight and she needed to sleep for a few hours. Not everyone could function on the small amount of sleep I
lived on. I crawled into my bed and put my arms behind my head, staring up at the ceiling. Only then did I allow myself to
think about the fact that Abigail King was sleeping in my bedroom. That I had just taken her.

Twice.

I leaned over to watch her. Her lips were parted and her hair was splayed across her pillow in wild disarray. She was the
most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.

She started moaning in her sleep.

At first, it was faint, almost a whisper of a sound, but it gradually grew louder. Then she started moving and the sheet slipped
from her shoulders, baring her breasts.

I rolled over onto my back and closed my eyes.

You will not wake her up yet
.

You will not wake her up yet
.

You will not wake her up yet
.

I tried running through the day’s stock quotes in my head.

Just until two o’clock. You can wake her up at two o’clock.

I sighed. It would be a long two hours.

“Wake up, Abigail.”

It was two fifteen. I had waited more than two hours while she slept. Two hours of listening to her soft “fuck me” moans,
two hours of lying in bed in the near dark, her barely clad body on the floor beside me.

I was harder than I had any right to be, after releasing inside her twice.

“Hands and knees on the bed. Quickly.”

She blinked a few times, but crawled on top of the bed, not even making eye contact.

I got even harder at the sight of her on all fours, waiting for me.

“Lean on your elbows.”

She dropped immediately to her elbows so her ass and sweet pussy faced me.