Pleasure Bound
As his tongue thrust into her mouth, she melted against him, totally breathless at his ultra-masculine manner. He hadn’t shaved, so his face was coarse and raspy … which was so sexy. When he finally released her mouth, she blinked at him, gazing into his warm brown eyes … but … something was different. She touched his cheek and stared at one eye, then the other. One was a cinnamon brown, as usual, but the other was a soft green with golden specks.
“Your eyes are different.”
“Does it matter?” A hard edge tightened his voice.
“Only in that they’re gorgeous. And incredibly sexy. Have you been hiding them with contact lenses?”
“Yes, but I’ve decided to let you see the real me this weekend.” He smiled. “And that includes letting you see my more dominating nature.”
“Really?” She smiled broadly. “That should be fun.”
He grinned. “Zeke and I are ready to give you some rigorous training. Are you ready to submit to me totally?”
The words took her breath away. To submit to him totally.
“Yes, Master.”
He smiled broadly. “Very good.”
He pulled her against him and took her mouth again. Her breasts crushed against his hard chest, the aureolas pebbling and the nipples blossoming into hard nubs. When he released her, she noticed Zeke had returned to the living room and sat down in the chair by the window across from the couch.
“I’m going to say this once, Marie,” Ty said. “Your safe word is ‘fox.’ If you can’t say the word, tap three times, with a foot, a hand, or even a finger. If you use the safe word, the scenario will stop, no questions asked, but that’s it. We stop and I leave. So use it wisely.”
Shivers ran down her spine at the total authority in his voice. She never would have thought it from Ty, but he was being every inch the commanding dominant she’d dreamed of.
He released her and stepped away, then unfastened the buttons on his shirt. She watched hungrily as he removed it, revealing the rippling muscles across his chest. When he turned around to toss the shirt onto the easy chair beside the couch, her gaze locked on the colorful phoenix tattoo across his back. God, he looked so sexy and … bad … with that tattoo. He turned back to face her and his chest seemed almost too naked without a tattoo gracing the sculpted expanse of flesh. And she could almost imagine him with spikes through his eyebrows like Zeke.
Gone was Mr. Nice Guy. Enter Mr. Bad Boy!
“The only thing you are to say is ‘yes, Master,’ unless I ask you a direct question,” Ty continued. “Do you understand?”
Excitement flooded through her. “Yes, Master.”
“Good. If you do not follow my instructions, you will be punished. Do you understand?”
Her insides quivered. “Yes, Master.”
“Good. Now strip.”
She drew in a breath, but quickly unbuttoned her blouse, dropped it off her shoulders, and tossed it over the arm of the chair beside the couch. Ty’s sensational odd-colored eyes fixed on her lacy red bra, right where her nipples were stretching the fabric. She unzipped her straight black skirt and slid it over her hips and down her legs, then stepped out of it and laid it on top of her blouse. Now she stood in front of him in only her bra and matching red lace thong, the heat of his intense gaze sending sparks along her nerve endings.
Suddenly, she remembered that Zeke still sat in the chair by the window, watching.
“Why have you stopped, slave?” Ty demanded.
Immediately, she reached behind her and unfastened her bra, then pulled the straps from her shoulders and peeled the cups away, then dropped the lacy garment to the floor.
As she tucked her thumbs under the elastic of her thong, Ty said, “Wait.”
She stopped.
“Turn around and face Zeke. Stroke your breasts, then hold them up.”
She turned to face Zeke. As she stroked over her round mounds, his olive eyes remained fixed on her hard nipples. She tucked her hands underneath and lifted her breasts, as instructed.
“Good. Now take off your panties.”
She rolled the tiny garment down her legs, bending forward, knowing she was giving Ty a great view of her backside. When she stood up, Zeke’s hot gaze lingered on her patch of heart-shaped pubic hair.