A WILDer Kind Of Love Page 8

  “First session fine print?”

  What happened to “only scene fine print?”

  You get to do this once with her, asshole, remember? Once, just to get her out of your goddamn system, and then you’re setting her free for a Dom who can treat her right—someone who won’t fuck with her the way you just did Brynn. So get the hell on with it.

  “What’s wrong?” She glanced down, thinking his profanity had been a bite of displeasure. She was bat shit crazy for it but that was his gray line to clear up, not hers.

  “Not a thing.” He reclaimed the two steps between them in order to stroke his hands down her shoulders, her arms, then around over her ass for one perfectly awesome moment. Goddamn. How would one night be enough to explore that backside in all the ways he wanted? “Not a single thing,” he emphasized, pulling back up to lift her onto the raised dais with the dangling chains. “Settle in here,” he instructed. “On your back, arms stretched out.”

  Energy thrummed off her body and glittered in her eyes. She smiled and murmured, “Yes, Sir. And what about my legs?”

  He smiled back and kissed her softly. “That’s for me to worry about.”

  As soon as she was in position as he instructed, Dan circled around the platform, locating the chains that had leather wrist cuffs attached. Fast adjustments to the hooks on the cuffs secured the bindings around her wrists.

  It was time for his plans for her legs.

  A quick trip to the mausoleum supply cabinet, and he returned with the medieval-looking spreader bar that was as heavy and noisy as he’d anticipated when first eyeing it. As he secured her ankles into another pair of cuffs then clamped the cuffs into opposing sides of the bar, he watched a corresponding pair of shivers run up her legs. Her calves clenched, followed by her knees and thighs. He slid his hands the same direction, focusing on exhaling through the motions, wordlessly bidding her to relax. Watching his touch have a ripple effect across her skin, making her tremble and writhe…it was fucking intoxicating.

  He spread his hands, kneading the beautiful curves of her thighs, both outside and in—until his thumbs joined together atop the triangle of fabric covering the hottest part of her body. She jerked as he stroked her there, her pussy instantly moistening the satin beneath his fingers.

  “Oh!” she cried out.

  “Damn,” he murmured back. “You’re drenched already, little rose.”

  “Yes.” It spilled out, nearly all breath, despite the frustrated whimper that followed. With her legs tethered to the spreader, she could only open so far for him. Not far enough, if he properly interpreted her urgent little squirms.

  He leaned over, taking her mouth in another commanding kiss. “Patience, little girl. We’ll get there.”

  “When?” She bucked harder, arching toward him.

  “Soon. After I discover a few more things about you.”

  “L-like what?”

  “Like a safe word?”

  “Oh. That.” She giggled a little, tempting him even more to loosen her corset and set her tits free. But her open sensuality had already injected its way into his cock, forming an erection he fought like hell to ignore. If the rest of her breasts were as gorgeous as the crests he already glimpsed, that battle would be lost—and none of the important stuff would be covered. Not an option. When one already had a woman chained to a dais, even fourteen months of absence from the lifestyle didn’t excuse a Dom from paying attention to the important stuff.

  With gritted discipline, he slid away from her. Made a full circle around the altar to observe her extremities for circulation and her bindings for comfort. During the circuit, he glanced several times at her face, captivated by how she looked left then right then back again, past the lacy ink defining the muscles of her shoulders, smiling every time she got to the sight of her bound wrists.

  “Comfy, little rose?”

  She emitted a dreamy hum and nodded. “Oh yes, Sir.”

  “And what’s the word you’ll use with me if you aren’t?”

  She tilted her neck, trying to look at him once more, but he’d deliberately stopped directly behind her. Mask or not, the less she viewed him straight-on, the better.

  Wouldn’t be an issue for much longer. On his way to retrieve the spreader bar, he’d passed a tiered rack displaying a variety of blindfolds. One in particular had caught his gaze, a black leather cover rimmed with golden studs, a perfect accompaniment for her gleaming red curls.

  He stepped over and pushed the blindfold onto the top of her head. Her breath caught but he didn’t lower the covering all the way. “Safe word, Odette. This goes no further without it.”

  She wrinkled her nose. “Can’t we just green-yellow-red light it?”

  Her flippant use of the “dungeon standards” sounded instant alarms for him. She’d clearly not really thought about it, common for a lot of fresh submissives who thought they could handle anything a Dom dished out, which meant he had to do the thinking for her.

  “How about taffy?”

  He would’ve bet money on her vehement reaction. “Taffy? That stuff will tear your fillings out. I hate it!”

  Dan smirked. No kidding.

  “That means you won’t forget the word.”

  She snorted. “I’m not going to need the word.”

  He snorted as well, harder and harder, before lowering the blindfold fully over her eyes. “The safe word is taffy, sweet girl. It belongs to you now. Use it if you need to.” While trailing his fingers lower, over the soft planes of her cheeks then down the sides of her neck, he went on, “But remember this: the rest of your words are mine. You’ll give them to me without hesitation, with full honesty.”

  At first, her answer was nothing but a long sigh—but that was partly his fault. He couldn’t resist sliding his fingertips along her collarbones before spreading out, following the intricate curls of her tattoos. “Yes, Sir,” she finally whispered.

  He let her hear his approving rumble. Her trust, so pure and earnest, aroused him as nothing had in a long time…such a long damn time.

  And yeah, it scared him.

  A little.

  Maybe a lot.

  What if he hadn’t ended up as the man in here with her tonight? What if she lay here, freely giving herself to someone who didn’t care for her as he did? All right, so Max’s screening process was too good for that, requiring all Doms to go through background screenings, but the thought of any other man stroking her as he did now, subjecting her to his mercy, in charge of absolutely everything she felt…

  Rage, as illogical as it was indisputable, fired his veins.

  Back burner, asshole. As far back as you can shove it. You only get this much. You can’t handle more than this much. Stop pouting like a pussy and get the fuck on with it.

  “Tell me about these.” He fanned his fingers along all her ink, inciting more shivers through her body. Or maybe it was the new timber of his voice, dipped even lower than Vin status now, a sexed-starved Darth Vader. He wasn’t about to alter it, though. He could tell she enjoyed it.

  “Not much to tell,” she murmured. “They’ve been there for a few years. I was going through a strange adjustment period, and needed to do something beautiful for myself.”

  “‘Strange adjustment period,’” he echoed. “That sounds like shorthand for something else.”

  Her lips pursed. “It was.”

  “Or someone else?”

  He didn’t want to admit how good it felt when she broke into a dismissive laugh. “If it had only been that easy.” Her sad murmur cancelled the effect. “But men have always been one of the easier parts of life for me.”

  He cocked his head, wondering briefly if it added to the gentle prod of his tone. “By your choice?”

  She laughed softly again. “That obvious?”

  “Only to someone who’s been there before.” He skimmed his fingers back up, dipping them into her brilliant hair. “Someone who settled for vanilla and simple instead of having to explain my kink.�
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  “There’s nothing wrong with that.”

  “Until there’s everything wrong with it.”

  His truth slipped her into silence. Him, too. In seconds, he knew she felt the change in the air…the sudden tension twisting between them. But while unexpected, it wasn’t unwelcome. The moment reminded him of how time seemed to stop before he plunged into a sky dive, terror and excitement fused in his gut, a deep and visceral connection to life.

  But this time, it was even better—because the link was to her.

  With her.

  He waited through another moment, absorbing the warmth that flowed through Tess’s skin…praying like hell that she felt every zap of his energy in return. When her whole body trembled and her muscles undulated, a victorious grin split his lips.

  So this was what it felt like to be the grand wizard.

  It was damn nice—yet the most humbling experience of his life. Like many D/s lifestylers, he’d flippantly tossed around the words “Power Exchange”, but never comprehended the term as deeply as he did now. Or had so much respect for it. Or been so in awe of it.

  Or wanted even more of it.

  The conclusion turned his next question into a possessive growl but he was beyond caring. “So you’ve never explored something like this with any of your partners?”

  “No, Sir.”

  His pulse jacked as if he’d just stepped from a plane at ten thousand feet. He was really the first to touch her in a setting like this. The knowledge blasted him with arousal, rocketed his arousal.

  He still had to know more.

  “Why?”

  She breathed in then out, her chest shaking. “I was afraid of it, I guess. I always thought I was a deviant, having fantasies of men restraining me, ordering me to their sexual will…but when you’re the good little rule follower of the family, even a little experimentation feels like mortal sin.”

  Dan felt a frown furrow his brow. The statement was given as straightforward fact. It occurred to him that though she always spoke lovingly about her family, she didn’t mention them often. “So you were brought up with lots of religion?”

  “No. Lots of structure. My dad and mom worked hard to support the three of us. With my older sister unable to resist boys and my younger the ultimate anarchist, I learned fast to become the peacekeeper.”

  “You mean, become invisible.”

  “I’m not sure that’s—”

  “The rock that caused no ripples?” he persisted. “The wheel without the squeak? The one who blended just to makes things easier?”

  Pain marred her face, betraying his bulls-eye. Accurate or not, he hated being the one who wielded her grief.

  “Sweet little rose.” He raised his hands to frame her face again. “No wonder all of this beckoned to you.”

  She sighed in bliss but questioned in a whisper, “Sir?”

  He lowered his head. Brushed his lips over her forehead, down her nose, across her mouth. Breathed in her beautiful scent, like fresh-plucked roses dusted with cinnamon, before murmuring, “I see you, woman. All of you.” Pulled his hands back into her hair again, kneading her with yearning possession. “I see you.”

  “Oh…”

  Her mouth opened as if to say more but all that came out was another sigh. She swallowed hard, clearly fighting back tears. Every Dominant bone in Dan’s body wanted to call her on that shit, to demand she not hold the reaction back, but the friend in him overrode the Dom, understanding the pride beneath her battle. No wonder she’d always been the “levelheaded” one at the office, earning her nickname through countless trials of staying the course when everyone else wigged out. Shouldering the burden, even when national security was at stake, came naturally to her—

  And was the first thing she wanted to lose when getting naked for a man.

  Too bad none of her other lovers had gotten the clue.

  No, not really.

  Those bozos might be crying about their loss—which didn’t stop him from rejoicing about it. And from taking a stronger lead now, combing his fingers deeper against her scalp. “Sssshh,” he soothed. “Take a minute and regroup.”

  She was so gorgeous, expelling a long breath before he twisted his fingers a little at the end of a stroke, delivering enough pain to keep her alert and connected to him. “Th-thank you.”

  He did it again. Then again. A few more times, simply for the pleasure of watching her sexy little gasps, before prompting, “So what finally led you here? Coaxed you across from good little peacemaker to sexy little subbie?”

  The edges of her lips inched up. “Sexy? Errr…really?”

  Dan groaned. “Little girl, you have no idea.”

  After smiling wider, she confessed, “It was a friend. A colleague. At work.” To his curiosity, a blush suffused everything between her face and breasts. “Okay, he’s not really at work anymore, but he was. He got badly hurt, so he’s been on leave.”

  “Hurt?” He echoed the word because only then did it crack his thick skull that she might be talking about—

  Holy fuck.

  “Yeah. Burned. On his face. Not a lot of it, but the damage was deep enough to leave deep scars, and he’s been a tad aggro about it. He saved a woman’s life, though.”

  “Holy shit.” Thank fuck he didn’t have to squelch it. Didn’t know if he could. She was talking about him.

  “No kidding. He’s a hero but doesn’t recognize it, though the rest of us do.” Her head dipped to the side, as if she didn’t want to keep talking. But she inhaled and continued, anyway: “I’m going to go to hell for saying this, but I’m—well, I’m kind of grateful for what happened to him. Before the accident, I was smack-dab in the middle of his ‘work buddy’ space. Not a prayer for escaping the friend zone. Major problem, since he was pretty much just my ultimate fantasy fuck.”

  “Your what?” He managed not to choke on it.

  She giggled. “You heard me. And don’t play prissy, Sir. You have a few, too. I’d bet solid money on it. A subbie you’ve been eyeing around here? Girl at the day job you’ve stolen an extra peek or two at? Your favorite Vicky’s Secret angel?”

  Dan grunted. “So what’s this guy to you now?” Shit. He had to go there, didn’t he? No matter how she answered, it was bound to mess with his brain. He didn’t care. The opportunity was too ripe not to be plucked—and yeah, her answer meant too much now. “You still want to ‘fantasy fuck’ him?” He pressed his hands to the dais on either side of her head and leaned low over her face. “Are you thinking of him right now, girl?”

  She managed to look indignant, even with his position—and hers. “Of course I am—but only because you brought it up!”

  He ignored her huffy finish. “Did you ask him to do this with you first?” he growled. “To bring you someplace like this and dominate you?”

  He sensed she wouldn’t lie about it—but didn’t anticipate the speed of her honesty, either. “Yes,” she declared. “I did. I’m not an idiot. Dan’s a great guy, and fucking gorg—well, he’s nice-looking, we’ll leave it at that. So of course I tried. And for the record, he turned me down.”

  “For the record then, he’s the idiot.” He meant it—now more than ever.

  “Probably.” She stunned him again with her soft laugh. “But that doesn’t diminish my gratitude to him for all this. Without his openness about BDSM and his encouragement that I be open about it as well, I’d never have come this far. It’s a gift I’ll never thank him for enough.”

  Well, shit.

  You asked.

  That didn’t ease the constriction in his chest. Or that the follow-up question to that was more obvious than the shine on her corset—as well as the last thing he wanted to speak. But avoiding it was even less an option. This would be his only chance to learn her complete truth.

  “So that’s why you asked him to do this with you? Because of gratitude?”

  “Uh-uh.” She jerked her chin up. “I asked him because I wanted him. And before you ask, I wanted him
in any way I could get him, especially between my legs. If that makes things weird now, you just say the word.”

  Dan barely suppressed his laugh—and his whoop. Both temptations grew the next moment, as the weight on his chest transformed from lead to feathers.

  Weird?

  Okay, he saw how her logic went there, especially since she was so brand-new to all this—but his little ruby still had no concept of what a gift she’d given him, in more ways than one. The man inside him preened, floored by the idolatry she’d nourished even after half his face had turned into a burnt omelet. The Dom in him glowed, proud of her for embracing honesty that most seasoned submissives wouldn’t possess in her present position.

  She amazed him.

  Humbled him.

  Hardened him.

  To an intensity he hadn’t experienced in such a long damn time.

  “My brilliant little rose.” He pressed a kiss into the curve of her neck. “You have no idea how unweird this make things.” He suckled and nipped his way to the other side of her neck. “How perfect it makes everything.”

  As he expected—and hoped—his sensual abuse made her whimper. “Th-thank you, Sir.”

  He flattened both hands, sliding palms down her sternum, over the swells of her breasts. As he slipped his fingers beneath her corset, Tess moaned. As he found her erect peaks, she gasped. As he squeezed both those gorgeous nipples, she yelped.

  “Damn,” he grated. She was so responsive. So ready. So open. So submissive.

  Ohhh, fuck.

  Ohhh, yeah.

  Despite the torture of his zipper along his cock and his heartbeat against his ribs, this was going to be fun. A hell of a lot of fun.

  Chapter Six

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  This is going to be fun.

  The man’s savoring growl all but said the words for him. The sound curled through Tess like incense, dark and exotic, aiding the fantasy that she was a sheikh’s plaything for the night, brought to his desert dungeon to be spread for him, awaiting her role in his ultimate pleasure.