“Because I don’t know about you, but fate has brought us here together tonight. I, for one, am not going to ignore that.” He dropped his chin, bringing his mouth close to hers. “So once again, it’s your choice. If you want another night of play, then come to my hotel. I’m staying at the Ritz-Carlton, room two thousand twenty-two. If you don’t want to, then give the card to your hotel and they will return it to me.”
She stared at the card as if it’d burn her. “I’ve already told—”
He pressed his fingers against her mouth, frustration flickering through his veins. “Please, if you do anything, just be real with what your body is wanting. I see it written all over your face that you are aching to say yes.” Sliding his fingers across her jaw, he watched her pupils dilate. “Us being here tonight, it all means something. I cannot run from that.” His jaw clenched. “I won’t.”
Unable to refuse his needs, he grasped her chin and gripped it tight. She gasped a lovely sound of desire as he added, “I’m not one to avoid chances. Nor am I one to ignore fate. Now it’s up to you and what you want to do.” He leaned in and pressed his lips against her cheek, feeling her jolt like she’d been electrocuted. “Do what you need to do, darlin’.”
He had to force himself to put distance between them. He wanted to take her mouth. He craved to possess her in any manner that he could. Staring down at her, he brushed his fingers across her parted lips so ready for his kiss. “I won’t chase you.” His focus zeroed on her perfect little pouty mouth before he looked into her glassy gaze. She leaned forward slightly, her body all but begging him to wrap her in his arms. He fought against his desire to. “The choice is yours.”
Chapter Eleven
Fate.
Mary stepped into the elevator of the five-star hotel near Central Park, wondering if fate guided her to Elliott tonight. Or was her draw to him something more controlled—was it an order by a Dom? Was it a sensual pull by a man who had placed fantasies in her mind? Whatever it was, she couldn’t ignore what her body was demanding.
She ached for another night with him, and she told herself she could keep emotional distance. The second she walked into her empty hotel room, she walked right back out. She couldn’t face that emptiness…the silence…the knowledge that this is what her life had become.
Elliott offered her a way for excitement, for a lustful night, for a memory that she could think of when she was alone.
The private elevator whizzed up and she stared at herself in the mirror on the doors. Her black dress hugged her body, and the half-corset beneath pushed her breasts up, giving ample cleavage. She hadn’t lied to Elliott; she did love corsets and wore them often. But the half-corset was more to pull in her waistline than to decorate her body.
She fixed her hair, tucking it behind her ear. Whether it be fate that led her to him or just pure seduction, the deepest parts of her ached for a Dominant’s touch. After all, she realized earlier she wanted to remember the woman she used to be—the submissive who lived life to the fullest and did daring things.
A woman who didn’t hide from fantasies but went after them.
She craved to reminisce who she was with Charles. Elliott gave her that chance, and tonight he had awakened her body and freed her mind. Selfish needs drove her, but they were strong desires she couldn’t fight against. She didn’t want to be this sad woman who never did anything for herself.
Mary wanted to remember it all.
Once the elevator hit the top floor, the doors opened and she approached to the left. The hallway was lined with a gold carpet, mirrors on the wall, and flowers placed throughout on dark wood tables.
When she arrived at the end of the hallway, she drew in a stabilizing breath and then knocked on the door. A second later, Elliott called, “Enter.”
She shivered at the hard tone of his command, and she turned the door handle. One of her feet entered the threshold and she instantly caught sight of a shirtless Elliott before his firm hands gripped her and she was tugged into the room.
The door slammed shut and she found herself pushed against it. Pinned by a body exuding tension, heat rushed between her thighs. She heard him unbuckle his belt and suspected he dropped his pants before his voice sounded tight by her ear from behind. “One week I have thought of you, every second of every fucking day. Do you know what happens when I am pushed, little sub?”
She quivered, embracing the heat of his body. “No, sir.”
“I crave to possess,” he growled in her ear. “Don’t move. Stay right there.” He yanked the front of her dress down, taking her bra with it to expose her breasts. Then his fingers traveled over her stomach. He grunted disapproval. “Another corset to hide behind, I see.”
“I—”
“Quiet,” he snapped.
Her breath rushed from her lungs as he gathered her skirt over her hips and shoved her panties down. “Step out of those. Now.”
She did quickly, eagerly.
His fingers tightened around the back of her neck. “I don’t like being pushed and teased.” Then t
he tip of his cock was at her damp sex and he pushed inside her, bare, without a condom, without permission.
She squeaked in protest, but his fingers tightened around her neck. “Don’t insult me. Of course I think of your safety. First, I’ve had a vasectomy. Second, I have not had sex with anyone without a condom for fifteen fucking years.”
Another hard thrust had her moaning in pleasure as he added with a growly voice, “Third, I know I am the only person you have fucked in a long time. This sweet cunt is mine tonight, to fuck however I want.” He slapped her ass, then thrust hard. “I want to fuck you bare, so you never forget what it feels like to have my skin against yours. To know I own you. To feel that I am deep inside you.” He paused and then his voice grew even rougher. “If you don’t want this, safe-word out and go home.”
Heat and passion engulfed her in a blaze of fire. All the things he said were true, and she wasn’t worried. His bare cock moved within her, feeling so damn good that her safe word was far from her mind. Oddly, she sensed a level of trust with Elliott that was somewhat unexpected.