There was something special in that. Something that fulfilled him as a Dom more than anything else had before this moment. He considered her, this special woman, knowing he wanted to keep her. All the same, he had stayed away from her tonight purposely after she arrived at Club Sin to gauge her head space.
Within one second after entering Club Sin, he knew she wasn’t thinking ahead to a future with him. The fact that she hadn’t approached Dmitri to change her hard limits so that he could hold her when their scene was finished was proof enough that her mind space wasn’t at all where he wanted it to be.
Patience.
He needed that with her.
It appeared he needed more patience than he had.
Scanning over her naked form bound in the ropes, he admired her. Her body called to him. Her small frame empowered him. Her beauty mesmerized him. Mine, his heart told him. He tickled her again and she burst out laughing, attempting to move away, but the bindings held her still.
When he stopped, she wheezed, bowing her head. “Oh my God, you are so dead for this, sir.”
“Those words might mean more if you weren’t bound to a cross with no way to get to me.” He lowered his hand between her thighs, discovering her wet, and he loved that. Always wet for him. Her arousal under his care stoked a possessive desire in his chest. He swirled the pads of his fingers over her swollen clit and she moaned, her eyes fluttering.
Now he showed Kenzie that intensity could be brought through other means that didn’t include pain. Her endorphins were flying high with happiness and he thought she needed to feel more of that side of BDSM. Though as he continued to touch her, the sudden clarity struck him. As hard as his cock was, as much as he ached for her, he couldn’t take her now.
He wanted more.
This no longer was enough for him.
Porter wanted to own her.
He slid his fingers deep inside her, and as he pumped his fingers inside her warm and wet sex, he also began tickling her sides. She began moaning in between laughing, and he never let up. He continued until she gasped for air, until she had no control over her body, and until only sensation captivated her mind. Only then did he stop tickling and focus solely on her sweet cunt.
He pumped his fingers hard and fast, demanding her orgasm. Her scream rang out around him, speaking to his heart. There was no pain in her voice. There was no strain or worry. There was only room for the pleasure he offered.
When she relaxed in the binds, he eased his thrusts and slowly removed his damp fingers. He reached for the ropes and quickly removed them. By the time he’d unwrapped her wrists, she sagged against him. He gathered her in his arms, holding her so very close to him, and he was consumed by the desire to never let her go.
He hastily made it to the couch and set her down, grabbing the blanket sitting on the edge and draping it over her. While he knew he couldn’t hold her now, as per her hard limits, he took a seat on the table in front of the couch. There was no way in hell he would sit far away from her, as every other Dom had done. She shut her eyes with a smile on her face, and then he dropped his head, fighting against his desire to take her into his arms and demand that she let him deeper into her soul.
He wasn’t sure how many minutes had passed before he noticed a pair of black shoes in his line of vision, but he figured it’d been a while since he spotted Dmitri. No one would have interrupted their aftercare until Kenzie was fully recovered. Porter took a quick glance at Kenzie, finding her watching him with a sweet expression, one he wished he saw more often.
He averted his attention when Dmitri said, “Nicely done.”
Porter didn’t feel the satisfaction he expected to feel. He didn’t have everything he wanted from Kenzie. Christ, he wanted so much more. Their eyes locked, and he couldn’t tear his gaze off her as he replied, “Nah, this was all Kenzie.”
Her smile was sweet. Tender, in fact.
Dmitri squeezed Porter’s shoulder. “The tattoo appointment is tomorrow at noon.” Then he strode away.
Porter didn’t pay any attention to where Dmitri headed; he stayed focused on Kenzie. A month now he had craved the prestigious role. Now it seemed so small in comparison to what he could have with this gorgeous submissive staring at him.
“I’m happy for you,” she said.
He moved closer now, seeing that she had fully recovered and was looking a little clearer. Though he kept his distance, staying on the table instead of sitting with her, he leaned, resting his arms on his knees. “Tonight was about you. Nothing else.”
Her expression softened, and he wondered what she was thinking. Did she care for him, as he did her? With Kenzie he couldn’t make assumptions. Right to the heart of it, he thought as her Dom he’d done some great things for Kenzie, and that fulfilled him, but she had yet to show that she cared for him, not just appreciated his care.
He cared for her.
He wanted her to be his.
How to accomplish that remained a mystery.
He thought he’d found love once before with Cora. He had a history of his relationships turning into friendship only. That was fine, and he’d long ago accepted that, but he needed a sign from Kenzie that this was more than just the arrangement between them. More important, that it was more than friendship. She hadn’t shown those signs yet, and he wasn’t sure how to guide her to feel safe enough to do that, or if she felt that way at all.
She needed to take this next step, and he wondered if she would.