Perfectly Inappropriate

When he lit the final candle in the room, he turned to Olivia, finding her watching him closely. Her chest rose and fell with her heavy breaths. “Is this when things get serious?” She tried to hide her nerves with a cute grin.

He chuckled, liking both those nerves and that smile. “Yes, things are about to become very serious.” He had only one focus tonight: steal her pain, absorb it, and turn it into pleasure for a little while. Because if he knew anything, it was that Olivia did not deserve the pain she endured.

The two people who hurt her deserved that pain.

Focused on his plan for their scene, he closed in on her. She leaned into his touch as his fingers slid against her cheek, offering herself to him in a simple action. The world around him faded away and all he saw was her, and all her perfection that had been missed by others. “Come to me, angel.” He needed to get closer. To feel more of her.

She rose until her soft breasts pressed against his chest, and yet, even then she didn’t seem close enough. The heat of her body teased and tempted him, making him feel urgency in ways no woman had ever made him. “I want you to understand…” He reached for her blouse and pulled the light fabric over her head. “When we play together, it is meant to be fun and enjoyable. Our exchange is—and should be—to explore new things that excite and arouse.” Her bra fell to the floor with a flick of his fingers, and a quick look revealed her taut nipples awaiting him. His cock throbbed in his pants. The hunger engulfing him was nothing he could control. Every muscle in his body tensed with need. He pressed his cock against her belly, desperate for her to feel what she did to him. “Our time together should never frighten you. Are we clear on that?”

“Yes, sir.”

He noted her raspy voice and enlarged pupils, feeling the slight quivers in her ripe body. To be so aroused by the power play between them was rare, and he felt the draw of this intense connection between them as well. Her sensual responses heightened his desire to dominate, pulsing adrenaline through his veins and throbbing his cock.

Under his stare, her eyelids became hooded. Drawn into her intensity, his mouth watered, and his fingers twitched to feel her silky sensitive skin. Determined to do exactly that, he slid his fingers into her skirt then her panties until she was stepping out of them. “Tonight, of course, I want you to push your limits,” he told her softly, cupping her bottom and grinding her against his throbbing cock. “Because it’s in that slight unknown area where you’ll find your greatest pleasure.” Releasing her, he stepped back and began to circle her. His nostrils flared, taking in as much of her sweet scent as possible. He dragged his fingers along her stomach when he returned to her front. “Our time together is about finding higher pleasure. Sometimes that pleasure can be found in pain. Sometimes that pleasure can be found in pushing boundaries. But the second it stops feeling good is when we stop. All clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

He dragged his knuckles down the center of her chest, and the responding shiver she gave him made him crave to increase it. Yet there was more to say. “If at any point in our scene I feel like you’re purposely not saying your safe word when I think you should be, our scene ends. Make sense?”

She nodded. “Yes, sir.”

He slid his fingers over her soft hair then tucked it over her shoulder, giving him a better view of her naked form. “Your safe word is there for a good reason. It is not weakness to say it. In fact, it’s a guide for me, and I want you to think of it much like that. Stay honest with me so I can get us where we want to go.”

“I’ll stay honest, sir.” She gave a sultry smile.

Noah tasted the sweetness in the air passing between them. He cupped her chin and stared at her in the way she deserved to be admired. Submission never tasted as sweet as this. “Back to your knees, angel.”

She lowered to her knees and rested her hands palm down on them. He stared down at her, and his duty to her remained strong on his mind. Yet he couldn’t shake how different this felt with her. How different he felt. He didn’t want only to wake her body up tonight. He wanted to erase the damage others had caused. That slight pain she could not hide.

He brushed his knuckles across her cheek. “Quiet your mind and think of me.”

When he lost sight of those pretty eyes, he turned away, intending to let anticipation build in her mind. He walked a dangerous slope—more and more, this was becoming about all the things he wanted instead of all the things she needed from him. All of this was new territory. Because this wasn’t only about finding a greater pleasure and fulfilling a fantasy. Emotions intertwined with their connection in a way that went beyond chemistry alone, and there wasn’t a damn chance he could stop it.

Sometimes, even a dom had a weak spot.

Apparently, Olivia was his.

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Time passed slowly as Olivia’s knees pressed against the soft carpet in front of the bed with the metal headboard. The air seemed lighter, less charged with electricity since Noah had left the bedroom. She tried to patiently wait with her head bowed and hands resting on her knees, but she had seen that the room was utterly breathtaking. She’d seen spreads like this in a French country magazine before. The king-size bed was full of pillows. The furniture was a soft vintage white. She was madly in love with it, right down to the round mirror above the dresser and the wire birdcage on the vanity set with the stool in front.

A sudden creak outside the door made her bow her head again. Her heartbeat was a steady thump, thump, thump in her ears. She’d done yoga many times over the years and waiting for Noah like this had a similar effect. She was very conscious of her breathing. She’d become so aware of her body.

All that was missing was the relaxing part.

She’d been waiting for this moment. Dreamed about being under the command of a dominant. Hell, she fantasized about a man dominating her until she lost her mind in pleasure, while he stayed firmly in control.

When the door handle clicked then slowly creaked open, the hairs on her arms rose as Noah entered the space again. Exactly like before, the air hummed with energy. Her breath caught in her throat when she spotted his bare feet. Unable to stop herself, she glanced over his thick thighs covered in his jeans, admiring the strength of his body, and then she met those striking eyes.

“Did you think of me?” he asked.

Oh hell yes nearly slipped from her mouth. Instead of seeming so desperate, she said, “Yes, sir.”

“Show me.”

Burning with all types of heat under the intensity of his potent stare, she slid her fingers between her thighs and then offered him her damp fingers.