Chapter Thirty-Two
I lead her to my bedroom, where candlelight emits a soft glow.
I wanted to make tonight special for Skye, so I lit some candles. I don’t usually have candles at my place. When I’m at a restaurant, I ask the waiter to remove any candles from the table.
Fire is not something I want in my life.
But this is for Skye. I’ve given her candlelight, to make the mood romantic.
I cup her cheek. “I was ready to take your ass that night at the club, but in retrospect, I’m glad it didn’t happen there.”
“Oh?”
“Yes.” I thumb her lower lip.
“Why?”
“Isn’t it obvious? This is where we should engage in that intimate act for the first time. That’s not to say we won’t do it at the club, too, but for the first time, we should be here, in an environment where you’re the most comfortable. Where you feel safe.”
“I always feel safe with you, Braden.”
“I know. I guess I’m not explaining what I mean very well. Let me be blunt. I changed my mind. I want to do it here. In my bedroom. I want to be here because this is something intensely personal to me. Personal and private, and I want us to be alone.”
“But Christopher and the rest of the staff—”
“Aren’t here. I sent them all away for the weekend. They’ll be back tomorrow evening.”
“Who will drive me home, then?”
“No one. You’re not going home this weekend, Skye. You’re staying here. With me.”
She smiles. “That sounds good.”
“I’m going to take care of you. I’m going to make this good for you in a way I couldn’t at the club. You’ll be pampered.”
In the candlelight, her breasts glow. I drop my gaze and groan from my chest. She’s quivering. Naked and quivering.
I’m so ready. I don’t want to wait any longer.
“I’ve waited a long time for this,” I say, “and we’re going to do it right.”
Being here means something to me. Here, in my bedroom in Boston, where I don’t do things I may participate in at the club.
She simply nods. “Whatever you want is what I want.”
The low growl hums from my chest once more. She’s driving me to the brink, and I’m loving it. Loving the anticipation.
I don’t think my cock has ever been this hard.
But I know how to wait for what I want.
And what I want first is to kiss her all over. Taste every inch of her silky flesh.
“I’m going to bind you to the headboard as we’ve done before, face up.”
“Face up?”
“Oh, yes. Face up. I want to look into your warm brown eyes when I take that ass.”
“But…I just assumed…”
“That I’d take you from behind? That was my plan at the club, but this will be much more intimate. Plus, you’ll get to watch. I want you fully engrossed in the experience.”
“Using all my senses tonight?”
“Yes, every last one. This is something I don’t ever want you to forget, Skye.”
She smiles. “I’ll never forget anything we do together.”
I give her a half smile. “You definitely won’t forget this. Lie down on the bed.”
She obeys, nudging the plug in her ass. She lets out a soft giggle.
I walk to my wardrobe and pull out the leather cuffs that I used on her once before. I place them around each of her wrists and then secure them to the rungs of the headboard, giving her only a slight amount of slack. She clamps her fists around the leather rope securing the cuffs to the headboard.
“Okay?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“Good. You’re not going to be able to touch me, and that’s how I want it. You need to focus all your other senses on what I’m doing to you. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes.”
“Excellent.” I slide my tongue over my lower lip, just enough to be really sensual. “You look luscious, Skye. Better than the most glorious feast. You’re the only feast I want tonight. A feast for my eyes, my ears, my lips and tongue, my nose.” I inhale. “You’re wet. I can smell your musk already. It’s the sweetest perfume.”
She lifts her hips.
“Easy,” I say. “I’m as anxious as you are, but I’m going to enjoy every morsel of my feast first. Beginning with those luscious tits of yours.”
Her nipples strain forward, as if they heard my words. They’re tight and puckered and ready for my lips, tongue, and teeth. She looks so beautiful in the candlelight. Her skin, dappled with the soft orange glow of the flame, ripples with anticipation. Her hair, spread out like mahogany silk. Her eyes, wide and shimmering with arousal and love, meet mine in a gaze so intense it could shatter glass.
I remove my shirt.
She sucks in a breath.
It pleases me. Pleases me to know she likes how I look, the candlelight flickering over my muscles.
I peel off my jeans and boxer briefs, and out juts my cock, illuminated by the soft glow of the candles.
I’m ready. So ready.
But I won’t be rushed.
I join her on the bed and kiss her lips softly, like a butterfly’s wings. She parts her lips, but I trail mine over her cheek and down the side of her neck, giving her goose bumps. Finally, I get to the tops of her breasts, licking and kissing the rosy flesh. She quakes beneath me, her nipples poised and ready. I stroke her breasts with my tongue and finally close my lips around one.
“Oh, God,” she moans.
It’s so good. So damned good.
“Shh…” I say against her nipple. “No more talking.”
Making demands of her sends the usual thrill through me. I’m captivated by her. I crave her submission. Her obedience.
I suck on one nipple while pinching the other in a discordant rhythm. I suck harder, pinch harder. I’ve learned to read her body, to know when to increase and decrease movements, pressure.
Still pinching one nipple, I let the other drop from my lips as I kiss the underside of her breast and then the top of her abdomen.
I miss her hard nipples, but every part of her tantalizes me, makes me yearn for her more desperately.
I’m getting closer.
Closer and closer to tonight’s prize.
I’ll claim that forbidden part of her.
And I’ll be the only man to ever go there.