Chapter 10
ROSIE
I sit on the couch in Knox’s living room, feeling the familiar warmth of his presence settle over me. The low hum of jazz plays softly in the background, the soft candlelight casting a golden glow across the room. It’s intimate, quiet, the perfect atmosphere for what’s about to happen.
Knox is sitting across from me, his green eyes locked on mine, and I know he’s waiting for me to speak. He asked me earlier, almost casually, if I had any fantasies I’d never told anyone about—fantasies I hadn’t acted on. At first, I laughed it off. I mean, sure, everyone has fantasies, but sharing them out loud? That’s a whole different thing.
But Knox… he has this way of making me feel like I can say anything, be anything, and he’d still look at me like I’m the most fascinating woman in the room. So, here I am, on the brink of telling him something I’ve never admitted to anyone.
“You sure about this?” I ask, half-joking, half-serious. My fingers toy with the hem of my dress, my heart beating a little too fast for my liking.
Knox leans back, his broad shoulders taking up most of the couch, looking every bit the calm, confident man he always is. His dark hair is tousled like he’s been running his hands through it, and those thick, black-rimmed glasses give him that intellectual, sexy vibe that drives me crazy.
“Sweetheart, I’ve never been more sure of anything. But this is your call. You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to.” His voice is low, soothing, but there’s an undercurrent of intensity there, like he’s just waiting for me to let him in.
I take a deep breath, and the words tumble out before I can stop them. “Okay, so… I’ve always had this fantasy about giving up control. Like… completely. Letting someone else take over, trusting them to push me past what I think I can handle.”
I avoid his eyes for a second, feeling the heat creep up my neck, but when I finally look back at him, Knox’s expression hasn’t changed. If anything, there’s something darker, more possessive, in his gaze.
He leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees, and his voice drops even lower. “And you want me to do that for you?”
I swallow hard. “Yeah. I mean, I trust you, Knox. I know you won’t push me too far. But I guess I’ve always wondered what it would be like to give up total control to someone.”
Knox doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he stands and crosses the room to where I’m sitting, his large frame towering over me. He takes my hand, gently pulling me up to stand in front of him, his hands settling on my hips.
“You have no idea how much I’ve been waiting to hear you say that,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.
I tilt my head back to look at him, and that’s when I see it—the raw desire in his eyes, the hunger that’s always there but feels amplified tonight. His hands slide down to my waist, gripping me firmly as he leans down to press a slow, tender kiss to my lips.
“You want to give up control?” he asks, his voice rough and deep. “Then tonight, I’m in charge. You don’t move unless I tell you to. You don’t come unless I say so.”
My breath catches in my throat as I nod, completely captivated by the way he’s looking at me.
“Say it,” he growls, his lips grazing my neck. “Tell me you’re mine tonight.”
“I’m yours,” I whisper, my heart racing.
* * *
KNOX
The moment those words leave her lips, something shifts inside me. There’s this primal need, this hunger that takes over, but I keep it in check. Rosie trusts me, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let her down. She wants me to take control, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. But I’ll make sure she feels safe—cherished.
I step back, my eyes raking over her body, taking in the curves I’ve come to know so well. She’s standing there, waiting, her lips slightly parted, her chest rising and falling with every breath. Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
“Take off your dress,” I say, my voice firm but gentle.
She hesitates for just a second before reaching for the zipper at the back of her dress. It slides down slowly, and she lets the fabric fall to the floor, leaving her in nothing but a lace bra and panties. My cock throbs at the sight of her—curvy, soft, perfect.
“Come here,” I command, holding out my hand.
Rosie steps forward, her fingers trembling slightly as she places her hand in mine. I lead her over to the bed, where I’ve already set up a few things—soft restraints, a blindfold, and a couple of toys that I know will drive her wild.
“Trust me?” I ask, my hand brushing over her cheek.
She nods, her voice barely a whisper. “I trust you.”
“Good. Lie down.”
* * *
ROSIE
I do as he says, my pulse racing as I lie back on the bed. Knox is methodical, his movements slow and deliberate as he takes the restraints and gently secures them around my wrists, attaching them to the headboard. I can still move, but the feeling of being held in place sends a rush of excitement through me.
Then, he reaches for the blindfold, and when the soft fabric covers my eyes, everything heightens—the sounds, the feel of his hands, the anticipation of what’s coming next.
“You look so fucking beautiful like this,” Knox murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. “So vulnerable, but still so strong.”
His words send a shiver through me, and I feel the bed dip as he climbs on beside me. His hands are everywhere—on my hips, my thighs, teasing me with light touches that drive me crazy.
I’m desperate for more, but I know I can’t ask. I gave him control, and I’m not taking it back.
Knox’s mouth finds mine, and the kiss is slow, deep, making my toes curl as he devours me. His fingers trail down between my legs, sliding over my slick folds, teasing my clit but never quite giving me what I need.
“Please,” I whisper, unable to hold back any longer.
“Not yet, baby,” he growls, pulling back slightly, leaving me on the edge.
And then he starts again—bringing me to the brink, only to stop before I can fall over. It’s torture, sweet, agonizing torture, and I’m lost in it, in him, in the way he knows exactly how to drive me wild.
Finally, after what feels like forever, he slides into me, filling me completely, and the release is immediate, powerful, as my body gives in to the pleasure I’ve been denied for so long.
He thrusts into me slowly at first, then harder, faster, until we’re both lost in the rhythm, in the heat of the moment. I’m not sure where I end and he begins, and I don’t care. All I know is that this—this—is what I’ve been craving.
Knox kisses me again, long and deep, and I feel it down to my bones, to my very soul. It’s not just sex—it’s something more. And I’m not sure what that means yet, but I know one thing for sure.
I’m not ready to give him up.