Possessed by Passion (Doms of Destiny, Colorado 9)
He grinned wickedly. “And I’m going to make sure you burn, sweetheart.”
She trembled excitedly as he wrapped her right ankle with the top sheet and attached it to one of the posts on her footboard. He used his jeans as a makeshift restraint, tying her other leg to the other post.
She watched him scan his handiwork as his gaze went up and down her body. She was extremely turned on, dying for his touch.
His eyes zeroed in on hers, capturing all her attention. “You are the most gorgeous creature I’ve ever seen.”
“So are you, Master.”
“It’s been a long time.” His eyes narrowed. “How are you feeling, baby?”
“I’m good, Sir.” Remembering the safe words they’d chosen, she added, “Sustained.”
He laughed, one of those hearty laughs that came from deep inside. She always loved hearing him chuckle. “I forgot we used legal jargon for our safe words. Since I’m not practicing law any more, perhaps we should use colors, baby.”
She shook her head. “Please, Sir. It doesn’t matter to me that you are or aren’t. Those words were the ones we chose together. They mean something to me. They remind me of how it was.”
He kissed her deeply. “And how it will be from now on, baby. Okay. ‘Sustained’ tells me you are good with whatever we’re doing. ‘Objection’ will mean I’m pushing in the wrong direction and need to take a step back. ‘Overruled’ is our hard stop word.”
“Yes, Sir.” Anxious to continue, she repeated, “Sustained. Sustained. Sustained. Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re too much, baby.” He grinned. “Let’s see. What shall I do with you, sub?”
She giggled.
“I’ll be right back, sweetheart.”
“Mickey, where are you going? What do you need?”
He tweaked her nipples again, and the bite warmed her entire body. “Did I give you permission to ask?”
“No, Sir.”
He kissed her. “Trust me. You’ll love what I have in mind for us.”
He swung his legs off the bed and walked out of her bedroom.
She tested his ties. Given enough time, she bet she could get free of them, not that she wanted to be free. The truth was it felt wonderful to be un
der his control. All she had to do was just let him take charge and trust him with her body and mind. Like riding a bike, all of it came back to her. The protocols. The lowering of her eyes. How to address him. Master. Sir.
Her body continued to buzz as she heard him in her kitchen, opening drawers and getting into cabinets. What in the world is he looking for?
When he returned, she was shocked to see him carrying so many items. Before she could get a clear picture of the objects, he placed one of her dishtowels over her eyes, using it to blindfold her.
“What state are you in, sub?”
“Sustained, Sir.”
“Perfect. What shall I use first on you?”
Listening to him arrange the things on the bed next to her only added to her curiosity. What had she seen first? A bowl. What was in the bowl? She hadn’t seen. A clinking sound told her he’d brought something metallic from her kitchen. What? Utensils, maybe.
“Mmm…so many choices.” He was driving her mad, which she knew he had to be enjoying. “This will work to get us started.”
She held her breath, waiting for his first move. She jerked slightly as something tickled her nipples. He traced the thing down her abdomen, circling her navel. Every nerve ending began to fire as he traced her sides with it. She realized it was her pastry brush and wondered if she would ever be able to look at it the same way again. Would she be able to make her famous cinnamon rolls dipped in icing without thinking about this moment? I hope not.
She giggled.