Part 11 (1/2)
He brushed back strands of hair that were curled around her cheekbones, and she reached up to place her hands on his wrists.
”Behind your back,” he said.
”Is that a rule?”
”Not always. Only if you're told.”
”I like to touch.”
”I like to be obeyed,” he countered.
Reluctantly, she put her hands behind her.
His kiss started slowly, softly.
She closed her eyes and swayed toward him. He offered his body as support, and his strength flowed into her.
Though she ached to run her fingers through his hair, she took pleasure from doing as he said. Her body became more pliant as she stopped fighting herself.
He deepened the kiss, forcing her lips apart, tasting, touching, demanding. She was helpless. The combination of his determination and masculine power silenced her deepest objections. She wanted this man.
Though he only touched her face, her nipples hardened.
He ended the kiss before she was ready, but the way he drew his eyebrows together kept her silent. He stared at her intently, as if seeking an answer to a question so deep that he didn't know how to ask it.
Before she could possibly be prepared, he moved in again, this time with force, demanding her compliance.
She was lost. She wanted it. Him.
Keeping her hands in place took every bit of her mental energy. Physical sensation bombarded her, and she ached to partic.i.p.ate.
When her breathing was erratic and her body responsive, he eased back.
”I could kiss you all night, and it wouldn't be enough.”
”For me, either,” she confessed.
He lowered his hands. ”You pleased me.”
The words were heady, and she exhaled an unsteady breath.
”You can put your hands at your sides. I'll show you the playroom.”
She'd never admit that she was a bit disappointed that he hadn't suggested she bend over the bench.
He moved past her, and she followed.
In the bedroom, he stopped near the foot of the bed, and said, ”But first, I want to see you on the bench.”
Her heart skidded to a halt.
”What do you say?”
”Yes, Sir.”
”d.a.m.n.”
The approval in his tone made excitement trip through her.
”You remember that we talked about safe words?”
She couldn't believe they were having this conversation. ”Yes.”
”Unless there are words you want to use, we can use red and yellow. Red for stop immediately, yellow for slow down, we need to talk, I'm scared, or to let me know you need something.”
”That works for me.”
”Tell me what we're going to do,” he said.
”Ah...” She could hardly make herself use the words. ”You're going to punish me in some way for not keeping my hands behind my back earlier this afternoon.”
He nodded. ”I want you to face the bed and hold onto the bench. I expect you to stay in place. Tell me you understand.”
She nodded.
Earlier today, she'd realized that having him order her around was a mind f.u.c.k. He'd agreed. Lara realized that he knew what he was doing, what to say, how to act. This was part of the whole seduction, she realized, the part that made BDSM relations.h.i.+ps different. Her previous boyfriend had just dragged her across his lap and started wailing on her b.u.t.tocks. There'd been no discussion, no exquisite antic.i.p.ation or demands for compliance. In contrast, everything Connor did heightened her arousal.
Unhurriedly, she got into place and he drew up her dress.
She bit her lower lip.
”Your a.s.s was made for a beating, Lara,” he said as he outlined the top part of her panties. ”I'm going to take these off.”
She closed her eyes.
He drew her underwear down then tossed them on top of the bed. ”Gorgeous. Now spread your legs as far as you can and turn your toes inward.”
Lara found it impossible to breathe.
”So lovely.”
He rubbed her b.u.t.tocks, light, then quick. Abruptly, he stopped.
She was antic.i.p.ating that he'd strike her then, but he didn't. Instead, he slid a finger back and forth against her c.l.i.t. Shocked, she drew her legs together.
”Stay in position,” he warned.
He'd moistened his finger before touching her, and since she was already a little damp, it only took a few seconds for her to become slick.
She began to sway in response to his touch. It'd been a long time since she'd had s.e.x and his touch aroused her quickly.