I sit back and let her breasts swing free. I hold her gaze with mine.
“Come here,” I whisper, tracing her jaw with the tip of my finger.
“I’m here, sir.”
“No. Closer,” I order. “I don’t want any distance between us.”
In silence, she steps closer until she’s flush against my legs and I can hear her soft breathing.
“What will you have me do, sir?”
I could demand she do anything in that moment. Fall to her knees and suck me off. Fondle the swollen, damp folds between her legs until she brings herself to climax between my knees. Kneel and present before me, ready for the kiss of pain and promise of pleasure.
I swallow hard, drunk on the power she gives me with those simple words, her freely given submission.
“Kiss me.”Chapter TwelveCaitlinI wondered what he’d have me do. What he’d ask of me. I wondered what he’d demand, but never imagined it would be a task so simple yet so hard to do.
Kiss me.
My body’s on fire, and I don’t know how I feel about this. You’d think being consumed by flames and heat and molten lava would be a bad thing. But it isn’t. I crave more. I don’t want to be quenched.
I’m tingling and shaking while I stand in front of him, my hands placed to steady myself on his shoulders.
“Kiss me.”
But what if I don’t know how? What if I don’t know what I’m doing? Okay, there’s no “what if.” I definitely don’t know what I’m doing.
“Why are you hesitating, lass?” Keenan says, his green eyes darkening, a note of correction in his voice I feel straight between my legs. He just put me over his lap and spanked me, heightened my awareness and arousal with expert strokes of his hand, made me starving for more without even touching where I need him to. There’s something about the stern look he gives me and the promise of punishment, when laced with his masterful manipulation of my body, that heightens my body’s response. He’s like a magician or an expert hypnotist. One wave of his hand, one word from his mouth, and I respond.
“Because I don’t know how, sir,” I say as honestly as I can. For I do want to kiss him. I’ve felt his lips once before, and the idea of feeling them again sends shivers through me.
“You don’t need to,” he says simply. “All you need to do is what I ask.” His voice deepens. “And I’m not going to ask you again.”
I try to swallow but my mouth’s too dry. There isn’t anything to this, right? Just... touch his lips with mine and maybe then I’ll know what to do. How to make him like it. It’s vitally important to me that he likes it. That he likes me. Though I’m ignorant to the ways of the world, and don’t even really know who he is, who the men he calls brother are, I know that a man like Keenan, so powerful and handsome, could have any woman he wants. And yet I’m the woman standing naked in front of him. That means something.
I don’t want him to grow angry or disappointed, so I force myself into the unknown. I bend my head to his, my hands still anchored on his broad shoulders, and with the faintest touch like the flutter of angel’s wings, I touch my lips to his. The way he groans into my mouth encourages me, so I lace my fingers behind his neck and gently part my lips. His hands span my lower back, pulling me closer. I could do something with my tongue, but I like it just like this, the sensual, soft feel of his lips while he holds me closer. We fuse together. I’m so close now there isn’t an inch between us. I don’t understand how or why, but with his lips on mine, the heat he sent vibrating through my body intensifies. A humming sensation ripples through me, and I finally realize I’m making a sort of moaning noise.
I pull away, confused at how I’m reacting like this.
“What is it, Caitlin?” he asks. “You were doing wonderfully.”
My belly flips with his praise. “It’s... a little overwhelming,” I confess. “And I fear I won’t please you.”
“Not please me?” he says, as if I just suggested we fly to the moon. “Your very presence pleases me.” He shakes his head. “A man like me craves the submission and trust of a woman, and you grant that to me without a second thought. And I didn’t know how badly I craved your innocence until I tasted it.”
My innocence? My submission and trust? I don’t quite understand it all, but I do know that I please him. And I like that.
“It... it pleases me to please you.” I shake my head and my cheeks heat with embarrassment. I didn’t mean to sound so awkward and silly. “I mean I—” but I don’t know what I mean, so I don’t finish it. “Oh, bother.”