“The biggest giveaway,” she continued, “is the way he looks at you. Can’t take his eyes off of you.”
The command from Dominic was quiet, but firm. “Stop. I’ll do that.”
Yeah, he’d undo my restraints . . . when he was good and ready. I took in a deep breath. “Tell Joseph he should hire you.”
She gave a half-laugh. “He just did.” She must have meant through the comm in her ear. “Have fun, you two.”
Heels tapped out on the hard floor, growing quieter with each step, and the door fell shut. I flinched when fingers skimmed across my belly and up between the valley of my breasts. He gripped my chin and set his soft lips against mine.
“I would, you know,” Dominic said. “Pay every last cent I have for you, Payton.”
“I told you, I don’t want your money.”
His hot mouth sucked and licked at the base of my throat as it journeyed downward. “Yeah? What do you want?”
“For starters, I want my ring back. And then I want your cock.”
He chuckled and the mouth vanished. The cold ring was slipped back onto its home on my finger, and I clenched my hand tight around it. It’d been off for twenty minutes, but it felt like eons.
“Okay, now that cock.”
His lips were back at my collarbone, inching over my skin. “You,” the stubble of his unshaven face rubbed against my breasts, “are not . . . fucking in charge.”
“Shit!” I cried as he nipped at the underside of my breast, hard enough it might have left a crescent shaped mark. His physical mark on me to match the emotional one he’d left. Dominic stained my soul, and I loved it. Electricity spider-webbed from the sting, and my veins flooded with heat.
My hands curled around ribbons holding me down as his fingernails scored painlessly across my stomach in a straight line toward my pussy. His light touch was worse than his firm one. The ache choked my lungs and left my head swirling with need.
Inch by inch.
His mouth followed his fingers down and he inhaled deeply, like he was trying to memorize my scent. The pads of his fingers worked over the inside of my thighs, my hips, and dragged slowly from one spot to another just above my slit. Teasing. Tormenting.
“Touch me,” I whispered.
He didn’t. His palms smoothed down my legs and back up again. I urged my knees apart and the leather protested quietly. The throb in my clit was intense, fueled by his warm breath that I could feel pouring over me.
“Dominic,” I whined.
Those fucking hands continued to explore and linger, never straying to where I was desperate for them. His lips skimmed the inside of my knee. Sparks danced across my nerves as two fingers brushed upward in a line along my thigh, starting a tremble in my legs.
“Please.” I begged it on a shuddering breath.
“This is how I like you. Watching you trying to keep it together.” There was another nip on my thigh, but this one was soft and seductive. “Let’s play a little game, Payton. I’m going to undo one of your straps.”
It was hard to think through the fog of lust. He was going to set me free? The use of one hand meant I could easily undo the other strap or pull off the blindfold. I’d only have the illusion of restraint.
“I’m going to make you come,” he said. He kissed the spot where my leg joined my body. The muscles low in my stomach clenched in response, so hard it was almost painful. “If you touch me, or yourself, you don’t get to come the rest of the day.”
I swallowed a gulp of air and bit down on my bottom lip. I almost preferred that he keep me bound. I didn’t trust myself. But the Velcro tugged open with a loud scratchy noise, and his hand closed on my wrist, pinning it to the mattress-top.
“It’s simple. Your hand stays here. Can you obey?”
My chest was heaving and my heart raced. “Yes, Sir.”
He issued a noise of approval. I didn’t call him Sir often as if he were my Dom and mean it. I liked rationing the word so it carried more power and weight when used.
“Yes,” I cried. My back arched up off the table and my head tipped back. His soft, sinful tongue licked and swirled. It fluttered on my clit. I probably looked like a woman possessed when he fucked me with his mouth, but it was true. I was completely possessed by him. Two thick fingers crept inside. The first inch. And another. Behind closed eyelids, colors spun with my pleasure.
But the warmth of his mouth retreated, causing me to collapse back against the cushion-top.