His to Command

It was dark and there was something cold and hard against her back, like a stone wall.

“Matt?” Kate called into the darkness, disoriented.

She blinked and it seemed to get lighter. She was in a room, like a dungeon. Cold stone walls surrounded her.

Panic rose in her. “Matt?” she cried.

She tried to step forward, but couldn’t. She felt the bite of cold metal around her wrists. She glanced up to see solid metal bands around her wrist with chains attached to the wall. The chains clanked as she pulled at the restraints.

Matt, tall and wickedly handsome, walked toward her, wearing tight, black leather pants, his chest bare.

“Matt?”

His big shoulders bulged with muscles and the broad expanse of his chest was solid and smooth. Her gaze glided down to his tight, ridged abs. So sexy. Then further, to the bulge threatening to burst the seams of his leather pants.

She licked her lips.

He chuckled and leaned close to her ear. So close that when he spoke, his breath whispered across her neck, setting the fine hairs on her skin prickling to attention. “Like what you see?”

She wouldn’t answer. She knew she shouldn’t be with Matt. Knew she shouldn’t want him.

But she did.

She wanted him to strip her bare and drive into her. Fill her deeply with his big, powerful shaft. Dominate her with his power. With his body. With the intense pleasure only he could give her.

He stroked her hair back, a gentle brush of his fingertips, and her skin rippled with awareness. His lips brushed lightly against her temple, his breath caressing her ear.

“Tell me you want me.”

She shook her head. “No. I don’t want to be with you.”

He chuckled again. “Liar.”

He eased back and his mesmerizing, deep blue eyes locked with hers. She couldn’t look away, and she knew she couldn’t lie, because she was sure he could see into her soul.

She tugged at the restraints again, needing to get away from him. “Let me go,” she pleaded.

He leaned in close. “I’ll never let you go,” he murmured.

His words rippled through her, stirring a need deep inside. She knew there was some reason she should be afraid of him, that she should want to be free of these chains so she could get away, but this feeling, right now, of being totally under his control, sent her senses reeling. She wanted him to control her. She wanted him to own her.

He grabbed the collar of her blouse and tore downward. Her clothing seemed to disintegrate, then she was standing before him, totally naked. His big, masculine hands glided down her sides, then he nuzzled the base of her neck. Pleasure rippled through her.

“I should punish you for leaving me,” he said, his lips brushing her collar bone with feathery light caresses.

“Is that why you brought me here? To punish me?”

He locked gazes with her again. “Yes.” He moved away and picked up a flogger. Big, with multiple strips of leather.

Suddenly, she was facing the hard, stone wall, her wrists still chained. He wielded the flogger and it slashed across her back. But unlike the vaguely remembered pain of the last time she’d been whipped, the violent sensation erupting from the leather straps was mind-shattering pleasure. He whipped her again and she gasped at the intensity of it. He whipped her again and again. Her insides tightened and her body melted with desire. She could feel it dripping from her.

She gasped at the next strike. Waves of blissful joy washed through her.

He paused before the next strike and she sucked in a desperate breath, needing it so badly she wanted to cry out.

“Do you want more?” he demanded.

“Oh, yes, Sir. Please. More.”